Title: Jessie Pinkman Walks into a bar
1. Chapter One
All characters from Breaking Bad are property of Vince Gilligan. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.
Jessie Pinkman walked into a bar. The place was a dive. It was dark and smoky and smelled of stale beer, body odor, and sadness. This was just what he wanted. It felt right here. The bar felt like a place where the hopeless came to wallow in their despair. His face was puffy, his eyes held a haunted and hallowed look. His clothes were dirty. He looked like a shade that had just escaped from hell which was true. Jessie has just spent the last few weeks locked in a dungeon being beaten by cracker Nazis and a sweet brutal psychopath named Todd who had murdered a woman he loved right in front of his eyes.
Jessie sat at the bar. It was filthy. He didn’t care. He was still in shock by his time in hell. His mind barely registered the movement of shapes in the darkness around him. His eyes came to rest to two men playing pool over in the corner. It took a few minutes longer for his mind to register the fact that the men were not human. Both had far too many fingers and bone ridges protruding from their brow.
“A demon bar.” He thought to himself. He had heard rumors about such places. Now he knew the rumors were true. He didn’t care. Nothing here could be worse than what he had been through. Walter White, his old boss, was the devil. Walter had started breaking bad when he found out he had cancer. Walt had cut a path of destruction that devastated thousands of lives on at least two continents. Walter White had seduced him with visions of easy money and turned him into a cold-blooded murderer. The man he used to look up too had forced him to defile his soul then stood idly by while an innocent woman choked to death on her own vomit. Jessie clenched his fist as a flash of anger shot through him. He was angry because Walt had allowed a woman he loved to die and he was angry that someone he loved had betrayed him so badly. That was over now. Jessie had left Walt behind at a Nazi camp littered with bodies. Walt had killed most of them. Jessie had killed one of them with his own hands.
The bartender approached him. He appeared to be a pudgy man in his late forties with a potbelly and a bald head. Jessie noticed his eyes red as the color of blood with flecks of gold. Jessie didn’t even flinch at the bartender’s green skin and horns.
“What’s your poison?” He asked.
“I want to kill the pain,” Jessie said.
The bartender gave him a pointed look as if he was making up his mind about something. He reached behind him and pulled out a bottle of something light blue.
“I believe this will do the trick.” The bartender set out two shot glasses. He poured himself and Jessie a drink. Jessie reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills at least an inch thick. Walter had left him a going-away present in the glove compartment of his old car. Several demons had turned to look at him when he revealed the wad of money.
“I wouldn’t go flashing that around if I were you.” The bartender said. “You could end up *seriously* dead.” The bartender looked up. Several of the larger demons had started walking towards Jessie.
“Living is overrated,” Jessie said as he laid a couple of hundred dollar bills on the bar. He took a shot and downed it quickly. Something large with claws that could tear flesh from bone came to stand behind him. It growled slightly. It was raising its tail that held within it a stinger that was full of poison. The bartender looked up and gave the monster a pointed stare.
“I’m a bad man.” He said. “I’m a murderer, a liar, a junkie. I’m no good. I have the blood of the innocent on my hands.” He knew the hell that waited for him for all the evil he had done. Jessie knew that choices had consequences. They had to if they didn’t then nothing would matter. As he had said to a support group he joined for the purpose of selling meth.
“So no matter what I do, hooray for me because I’m a great guy? It’s all good? No matter how many dogs I kill, I just do an inventory and accept?” He learned the hard way, chained to a workbench churning out the product for evil men, that the arc of the moral universe was long but tended towards justice. He didn’t care if the demon behind him tore him apart. He knew he deserved it.
“Not this one.” The bartender said. “We’ve got plans for him.” Jessie looked up.
“Plans?” He said. “The last guy I knew with big plans killed everyone I ever loved.” His jaw clenched. He tried to let the anger pass. It did not. It only made his heart race faster and made him surer than ever that the soul of Walter White should be burning in hell. “You know the business and I know the chemistry.” Walt had told him once a long time ago. He never dreamed business would mean dealing with monsters. While dealing with Walter White’s famous blue meth, his friend Combo was shot to death by a kid. The drug kingpin that was supposed to make them all rich, slit the throat of one his henchmen right in front of him and Walt just to show them how unimportant their lives were. Jessie remembered riding around town throwing fat stacks of hundred dollar bills out the window of his shitty Toyota Tercel out of total contempt for how he had earned the money. He threw away over three million dollars that night from the driver seat of a car that barely started half the time. The situation was surreal.
“Yeah. *Totally Kafkaesque*” He thought.
Jessie could hear the door open and close behind him. A woman had entered the bar. She was young and cute with warm brown eyes and a trim figure. Some of the demons backed away from her. The one in the back of Jessie did not.
“Who the hell are you?” Jessie asked the woman as she sat down next to him. Her presence in the bar had generated quite a buzz.
“Faith.” She said. “Faith Lehane. I know something about breaking bad and redemption,” she said to Jessie. “Boy, you have no idea how long we have been looking for you.” Behind the woman, a tall fierce-looking man had arrived and sat next to her. Jessie had not even seen him enter the bar. His face was ruggedly handsome and a type of power radiated from him. Faith turned and spoke over her shoulder.
“Nice to see ya boss.” She said.
“So this is him?” Said, Angel. “This is the guy from your prophecy dreams?” Faith nodded in the affirmative.
“I thought he would be taller.” Angel glanced at the bartender and smiled. “Nice to see you again Lorne.” He said. Lorne nodded from behind the bar.
“Size doesn’t matter.” Faith said. She continued to stare at Jessie. “Because what we got here is a major player in the Apocalypse.” Jessie was flabbergasted. He sat there with his mouth open.
2. Chapter 2
All characters from Breaking Bad are the property of Vince Gilligan. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.
Black clouds covered the sky blocking the light of the distant and dim stars. The night was getting darker. The last sickly light of the moon was gone. Jessie and the two strangers had moved to a booth in the corner for privacy. Jessie looked terrible. His left eye was swollen. There were scars on his neck where Todd has choked him for the sheer sadistic pleasure. Jessie looked beat up and just plain tired. The full weight of everything he had been through was coming down on him like a heavy stone crushing his spirit. He found it hard to listen to what the strange woman was telling him. Her words sounded like gibberish. He didn’t want to hear what she was saying.
“My friend here.” Said Faith, “Used to run a law firm that represented most of the evil on Earth. He came across certain files describing rituals of resurrection and rites of blood magic.” Faith looked at Angel. She didn’t know how to say the next words.
“They brought something back.” She said. “They assigned it to a body.”
Jessie wasn’t listening. Whatever that blue stuff was the bartender had served him was hitting the spot. He had dropped a small pile of hundred dollar bills at the bar and took the whole bottle.
“Look, lady, I don’t know what you’re selling…” Jessie started to say.
“Walter White was the devil.” Faith injected. Jessie stared at her as if she had just stated the obvious.
“Tell me about it.” He said. “The guy was always thinking five moves ahead of everybody else and just seem to be *hella* smart.” This was not what Faith meant.
“Walter White never had cancer.” Faith said forcefully. “He was possessed by a form of evil that ate away at his body. The thing assigned to him looked like cancer but it was not. It was something old that existed before flesh.” Jessie couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This all sounded like bullshit.
“Call it what you will. “ Jess said as he poured himself another drink. “Walt tore apart every life he ever touched. He sacrificed everyone and everything that stood between him and his precious blue. He’s damned for the choices he made.”
Jessie remembered. Walt chose to just stand there while the first woman he really loved choked to death on her own vomit. But He also remembered that he and Jane had chosen to do heroin together that night. Three adults had made choices but only two of them had survived. In that moment he realized he had murdered Jane as well.
“We’re all damned by the choices we make but we’re also saved by the choices we make as well.” Faith replied.
The blackness outside mirrored the darkness Jessie could feel moving over him at this moment. There was another woman that died because of him. She was sweet and she was kind and Todd shot her in the back of the head just to teach him a lesson.
“If I had just chosen to stay put Andrea would still be alive. “ He thought. He found that he could hardly breathe. Faith watched him from across the table. She knew what he was feeling. She knew the terrible self-loathing that would come next. She knew it would generate such a bitter self-hatred that Jessie would soon be searching for ways to kill himself. She felt exactly that way the night she demanded Angel end her suffering and kill her.
“*I’m bad! I’m bad!*” Was all she could scream on that bloody rain-soaked night. Her eyes became moist. The memory of it still devastated her. Faith understood entirely too well how close Jessie was to the edge, how easy it was for him to slip away.
“Not on my watch.” She murmured to herself.
“So this is the rest of the story.” Faith said leaning forward almost whispering into Jessie’s ear.
“Walter White *was* the devil. They freed him from the cage and set him in a body. He manufactured a drug that made it easier for other demons to crossover and possesses flesh. Within a space of a year, he had achieved international dominance.” Faith placed her thumb and forefinger close together. “He was this close to kick-starting the apocalypse. His formula is still out there. You’re the only other person on Earth that knows what it is. Help us, Jessie. Help us save the world.” Jessie shook his head.
“You don’t want me, lady. I’m no good. I’m a *murderer*.” Jessie said. Faith slapped him on the back and smiled. “Welcome to the club.” She said. “I’ve killed people and my friend here has murdered thousands.”
Jessie looked at Angel sizing him up. The stranger was tall, well built. He didn’t look like a killer.
“What, you were a soldier?” Jessie asked.
“No,” Angel answered. He changed into his vamp face. His eyes were demon yellow. His sharp fangs showed. “I was a monster.” Jessie’s eyes went wide.
“You see Jessie,” Angel said in a low menacing voice. “There are so many things in this world worse than Walter White.”
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