madimpossibledreamer

Writing this chapter was kind of demoralizing. I wrote a little more than 70% of it.
Then my computer crashed, and even though I’d saved the document, the changes were gone. If it wasn’t for the fact that paper is so much slower, I’d definitely hand-write chapters more often, because paper can’t crash on you. I am so ticked right now. And also feel like crying. Yare yare daze. (Mostly, time consuming. I think it ended up better, but I can’t be sure for obvious reasons.)

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jotaro figures out a scheme to bring Johan back.
Word Count: 1254
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS

         He isn’t waking up. That’s the weird part. Between Crazy Diamond, and Gold Experience, and two people who know hamon, and whatever magic cards Willow and Giles have up their sleeves, and he’s not waking up.
         That’s not just weird to a few of them. Buffy and Willow are outside having what is ostensibly a quiet argument. They’re only making a token attempt at staying quiet, honestly, but then, she can understand not caring enough to put in the effort right now. It’s old ground, by the sound of things, with Willow suggesting that they should see if his soul is gone and retrieving it if they need to and Buffy being vehemently against it and mentioning ‘what happened the last time’. Even with her...okay, yeah, it’d been totally spying, at the beginning, Josephine hadn’t uncovered enough info to piece that story together.
         Geoffrey, the paramedic, is also finding all of this weird. But then, she doesn’t recognize him, and given his reaction, yeah, of course he would. (She’d remember the pinkish-purple hair. It’s rare that a guy can rock that color, and she’d consider dying her own if she didn’t already have awesome red hair from her mom.) It’s clear he’s more of a freelancer, somebody that somebody in the Foundation knows and calls in as backup when no one else is available, but, like, hasn’t dealt with half the shit the rest of them have. At most, he’s dealt with a couple Agents with minimal scrapes after some kind of milk run or something. And even on good days, their personalities are...a lot. Which is more hilarious in better circumstances, but this definitely isn’t either of those things.
         And it’s sounding, given the distress, that they’ve discovered something else awful. “He’s missing his eyes,” he points out. He sounds a little horrified.
         “That won’t be a problem,” Cugino Giorno assures him, taking the pack of cards Josie hands him and concentrating, Gold Experience appearing in a whirl.
         “Can you give him back both?” Willow asks eagerly. She and Buffy have apparently finished their fight. Or maybe just tabled it.
         The Mafia Boss thinks about it carefully, something he shares with Cousin Jotaro. Which is cool and all, but it’s never been her strong suit. Josie’s the kind of woman who goes with the flow and is better at improvising than planning. Not that she doesn’t respect it, she just doesn’t get how people like them actually do that. Mercia had been like that, too. God, she misses her. “...I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he decides after a bit. “The longer it’s been since a wound, the more likely it will be rejected. Gold Experience’s ‘healing’ acts along the same lines as an organ transplant. I haven’t run into this problem often, because I’m not usually creating new body parts again years later. Given his delicate state at the moment, it’s unlikely to go well.”
         Willow looks a little upset. And yeah, maybe that’s something he’d want, but maybe he’s gotten used to his one-eyed pirate life. That’s the kind of thing he should have input on, right?
         And then Geoffrey gasps, and Josie would dismiss it as him freaking out at some other unpleasant discovery even the guy who helps dying or severely injured people for a living can’t deal with, except for the fact that Aunt Shizuka does it too, a few seconds later. Which, they are parked with the open back facing the underground pyramid entrance, so, what? No point in speculating.
       “Blood of the enemy,” the Mayan god-dude announces proudly. It’s kind of surprising how easily and carefully he’s holding the bowl. It’d be pretty easy, especially moving that fast, to have it slosh over the sides, but there’s no stains (on the sides anyway) suggesting that had happened.
         Cousin Jotaro glances up, too, and frowns maybe a bit harder. He’s thought of something. He grabs his hat, grip maybe a bit strong. He points at the paramedic dude, who maybe shrinks back a little, intimidated. “You got blood transfusion equipment in here?”
         Oh. Oh yeah, that could totally work. Though Cousin Jotaro and Grandpa Joseph tell that story very differently.
         “I—” he stammers before wiping his glasses nervously. “...Yes, but I don’t see…”
         Cousin Jotaro interrupts, blunt but not unkind. “Blood type doesn’t matter with a vampire, like that guy. We can pour it into a bag.” He points. Which is maybe an oversimplification, since he’s also possibly part Pillar Man, but whatever, it’s not like this guy’s going to appreciate the distinction anyway; he’s already looking a little overwhelmed by the mention of ‘vampires’. “It’s got healing powers, too. Brought a guy back.”
         “I—I see.” For some reason, that actually makes him more confident and stops him from panicking as much, but then, maybe she gets that, too. Paramedics basically exist to help people, right? And so far there hasn’t been a thing where his role, his skills, could even help out. What’s more, he hasn’t even been given the opportunity to try. So even if it’s some sort of weird thing that doesn’t completely make sense with what he knows about science or medicine, at least he can actually do something now and maybe even have it make a difference. “We can at least give it a shot. At this point, given the fact that he’s gone into a coma and one of you mentioned something about a drowning incident, it can’t get too much worse. You, uh, the man with the hat, and, um.” She totally gets the glance between her and Robin, but Robin had fought a whole bunch more and she’d been so frozen she’d barely gotten involved, so yeah, she’s got more energy, and it makes sense when she ends up being the one the guy chooses. “You.” He ends up pointing, if maybe a little less rudely than Cousin Jotaro. “You two can stay. The rest of you, out; I need room to work. Put the...vampire?...there on the other side, and I’ll get this all set up.”
         Willow barely manages a token protest before Buffy yanks her right out. It’s all cramped enough as it is, and that’s before anyone’s actually trying to work with anything more mundane in the space. It does seem like he knows what he’s looking for when he gently feels around for the blood vessel and pokes the needle in, even if he’s doing it, basically, on a dead guy who happens to still be bleeding everywhere.
         “Oh, yeah, Cous. Is the Ripple going to interfere here?” She’s keeping up feeding the hamon into him as best she can, but she’d never really formally studied, and he’s either absorbing it or she’s just seeing things that aren’t there. Either of which would be totally understandable at this point.
         Cousin Jotaro considers that carefully. “Probably. Stop when he actually starts.”
         Teasing him is kind of second nature, and it gets her mind off of things, so she indulges a little. “Giving him the little boost up until the last minute. Good thinking there, Cous.”
         He just hides further in his cap in a white-knuckled grip, uttering his usual “yare yare daze”.
         That goes smoothly, in a way the rest of it hadn’t. It takes a couple of minutes, but Johan twitches a couple of times, looking like he’s waking up from a nightmare. And then he actually opens his eye, and Josie’s ready to cry. “Welcome back, son,” she tells him, grinning widely.