This story has been sitting around in my documents folder for months-
literally. I wrote it about the VERY beginning of 6th season and then left
it alone ever since. Well, I've re-read it and decided to go ahead and get
it out there, so this is in reaction to the Gift.
Ghost
By *~Rachel*~
Disclaimer: Oh yes…they are ALL MINE! (Sarcastic) Haha. RIGHT. Joss Whedon, Marti Noxon, Twentieth Century Fox Productions, UPN, Sandollar Television, and Mutant Enemy own BtVS. No copyright infringements were intended. This is my story and not meant to copy the show.
Rating: Do you watch the show? You can read this. Maybe PG-13ish
Summary: After "The Gift," Buffy stays behind to once again help her friends and sister. Ever seen "Ghost" With Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore? It's like that with a Buffy twist.
Spoilers: All of fifth season, especially "The Gift"
Author's Notes: _______ Signifies thoughts. Mistakes are purely my fault…I'm not the world's greatest typist.
Distribution: The groups I'm sending them out to can archive them, and....anyone else can just ask me first! (I'll probably say 'yes')
Special Dedication: To my friend, Charlie, who helped me with the spells and forced me to rewrite some scenes to see the girls fight!
Feedback? OF COURSE!
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Buffy pulled herself to her feet, looking around at her surroundings. She looked up at the tower where she had jumped into the portal to save Dawn and all of her friends. The portal was gone, just a distant memory now, and everything looked normal. The sun was rising and once again, the world had been saved by Buffy Summers and her friends.
Buffy stumbled around, trying to regain her balance and sense of surroundings. She saw all of her friends over a few feet away from where she had landed. They were all beaten and bruised, dirty and bloody, and yet they were all standing around doing nothing. She saw Spike on his knees holding his head in his hands as he cried. Why is everyone so sad? Buffy thought. Oh no...Dawn! Her first thought was that Dawn had done something after she had jumped.
"Spike!" She yelled out, "Spike, you better get your peroxide-bleached ass inside somewhere right now before you get turned into a pile of dust." She started walking up to him, angry that he wasn't even caring about his safety. Couldn't he see that it was daylight now? She'd seen him fight Doc, try his best to save Dawn from the bleeding process. She'd seen him fall from 100 stories up, landing on a pile of bricks. He even tried to rise, to give it another go, before fully collapsing. And she loved him for that- his bravery and courage to keep that promise he made towards her.
"Spike!" Buffy called out again. Damn, why isn't anyone listening to me? she thought. Buffy walked over to the fallen vampire, trying to get him up and moving. "Spike, get up...please."
Buffy turned her head back to the tower and saw her sister limp down the final steps holding onto her side. "Dawnie," she called out, starting to walk over to her. Her sister was crying also. Why? Buffy thought to herself. We won, we beat the bad person, this should be a happy time. "Dawn," she said, walking up to hug Dawn. She opened her arms to embrace Dawn and...and she couldn't grab onto her.
Buffy passed right through her, as if her body wasn't even there. Buffy frowned, looking behind her at Dawn and her friends. "What the hell is going on here?" she asked aloud. "Someone, answer me!" She walked back over to Spike and slapped her hand against the back of his head...only to have it completely pass through to the other side of his head. "Dawn? Giles?!" Buffy asked, freaking out.
She whirled around and finally saw why her friends had gathered around in a circle. There, resting on a small pile of rubble and bricks was she. It was Buffy...a very dead Buffy.
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"Okay, this is weird..." Buffy said to herself. "So, I'm a ghost. Which means what? That I have...unfinished business?" She was running through everything that she had ever learned about ghosts from Giles and her experiences as the Slayer. She didn't always listen when Giles was holding the Scooby-meetings.
She followed her friends to her house, talking to herself the whole time, as she watched them drop off Spike. After that, she followed everyone to the hospital to stitch Dawn up from the cuts. Although she was apparently dead, she was still relieved that Dawn made it out with only a couple cuts that would quickly heal.
That didn't take long, and by the afternoon, everyone had met up at the shop. "So, I'm a ghost," Buffy said to herself. It was almost as she still couldn't believe it. "I don't know what I'm doing here, or what I'm doing. I can't do *anything* and I'm suppose to do...what?" She had run everything through her mind and came up with nothing.
It was late afternoon and Tara, Willow, Xander, Anya, Giles, and Dawn were all at the shop still. The shop was closed, and for once, Anya didn't even care. She knew that Buffy wouldn't ever walk through that door again. She wouldn't ever say "hi" before getting down to business about the next Big Bad, and all of them knew that.
Xander and Willow knew from the beginning that Buffy was supposed to die young. During high school she had always joked about it, but it had never happened. And now, faced with the truth, the entire gang was in shock. Nonetheless, the entire gang met up to somehow hope that being together would help the healing process.
Spike had been brought back to Buffy's house. His body was bruised and his stab from Doc's knife was slowly healing. Buffy watched as the gang helped move him back to her home, staying in the shadows to keep spike away from the sun. Buffy stayed behind a few seconds to watch Spike, making sure that he wouldn't do anything like go for an afternoon walk in the park, even though she didn't know what could have done to stop him. He'd lost the woman that he loved, failed protecting the girl who he'd sworn to guard with his life, and Buffy's heart broke for him.
After making sure that Spike was going to stay inside for the rest of the day, she went back to the shop, passing through the door without opening it and watched as they all sat around the table in the back of the shop. Maybe if she talked to one of them long enough then they would realize that she was still there. There was a reason that she was still here, and she knew that...she just needed to figure out what that reason was.
"Hello? I'm talking to all of you! I'm still here!" She called out to them all. She waved her hand in front of Giles' face. "C'mon, you guys gotta help me out here, figure out what's going on."
No one said anything. They didn't even acknowledge that she was in the room. She sighed and sat down in an empty chair, leaning back in it and resting against the back of the chair. Buffy sighed. This is so frustrating, she thought. She groaned and kicked at the floor, leaning in the chair and pushing the two front legs up off the ground. Suddenly, she felt herself falling onto the floor. She landed on her back and looking up at the ceiling. "Great," Buffy said. "I can't even relax anymore."
Giles moved towards her and picked up the fallen chair. Buffy's mouth dropped open as she realized that when she had fallen to the floor, she'd brought the whole chair down with her. She thought that she had just fallen through the back of the chair.
"Hey! I can move stuff," she said to herself. "I'm like Patrick Swayze in Ghost." She stood up and looked at the chair, trying to push it again and move it across the floor. She kicked the leg of the chair with her foot, but it only passed through the wood. She sighed again, moving over to the table where the gang sat. Buffy tried to pick up a picture of herself up off the table and her fingers passed through the frame. "Okay...all I need is some practice," Buffy said to herself, going back to concentrating on the picture frame on the table.
"So...what do we do now?" Dawn asked. She winced when she took a breath from the pain in her sides. However, the mental pain and anguish in her heart made the rest of her body was numb. "She's...she's really..."
"Well, I don't really know, Dawn." Giles replied. He threw off his glasses onto the table and sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"Maybe we could bring her back," Willow suggested.
"Yeah, let's do that!" Buffy said, voicing in her own input even though she knew that no one would hear her. She went back to staring intently at that same picture, trying to move it. Okay, how do I do this again? she asked herself.
"We can't, Will. Buffy is dead, she didn't just drown in a pool or water for a second. CPR isn't going to bring her back this time," Xander said. "No- nothing is going to bring her back this time."
"Don't say that," Dawn said.
"But there could be a spell we could find to bring her back," Willow said. "And I could do something like that easily."
"Good idea, Will. Let's find a spell. A spell that can get a ghost back into her body." She rolled her eyes when no one replied. What else was she expecting? Figuring that the gang would be safe here talking together, she gave up on making the picture move and started walking through the door. Once outside, she turned and started walking down the street back to her home where Spike was.
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Ghost
By *~Rachel*~
Disclaimer: Oh yes…they are ALL MINE! (Sarcastic) Haha. RIGHT. Joss Whedon, Marti Noxon, Twentieth Century Fox Productions, UPN, Sandollar Television, and Mutant Enemy own BtVS. No copyright infringements were intended. This is my story and not meant to copy the show.
Rating: Do you watch the show? You can read this. Maybe PG-13ish
Summary: After "The Gift," Buffy stays behind to once again help her friends and sister. Ever seen "Ghost" With Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore? It's like that with a Buffy twist.
Spoilers: All of fifth season, especially "The Gift"
Author's Notes: _______ Signifies thoughts. Mistakes are purely my fault…I'm not the world's greatest typist.
Distribution: The groups I'm sending them out to can archive them, and....anyone else can just ask me first! (I'll probably say 'yes')
Special Dedication: To my friend, Charlie, who helped me with the spells and forced me to rewrite some scenes to see the girls fight!
Feedback? OF COURSE!
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Buffy pulled herself to her feet, looking around at her surroundings. She looked up at the tower where she had jumped into the portal to save Dawn and all of her friends. The portal was gone, just a distant memory now, and everything looked normal. The sun was rising and once again, the world had been saved by Buffy Summers and her friends.
Buffy stumbled around, trying to regain her balance and sense of surroundings. She saw all of her friends over a few feet away from where she had landed. They were all beaten and bruised, dirty and bloody, and yet they were all standing around doing nothing. She saw Spike on his knees holding his head in his hands as he cried. Why is everyone so sad? Buffy thought. Oh no...Dawn! Her first thought was that Dawn had done something after she had jumped.
"Spike!" She yelled out, "Spike, you better get your peroxide-bleached ass inside somewhere right now before you get turned into a pile of dust." She started walking up to him, angry that he wasn't even caring about his safety. Couldn't he see that it was daylight now? She'd seen him fight Doc, try his best to save Dawn from the bleeding process. She'd seen him fall from 100 stories up, landing on a pile of bricks. He even tried to rise, to give it another go, before fully collapsing. And she loved him for that- his bravery and courage to keep that promise he made towards her.
"Spike!" Buffy called out again. Damn, why isn't anyone listening to me? she thought. Buffy walked over to the fallen vampire, trying to get him up and moving. "Spike, get up...please."
Buffy turned her head back to the tower and saw her sister limp down the final steps holding onto her side. "Dawnie," she called out, starting to walk over to her. Her sister was crying also. Why? Buffy thought to herself. We won, we beat the bad person, this should be a happy time. "Dawn," she said, walking up to hug Dawn. She opened her arms to embrace Dawn and...and she couldn't grab onto her.
Buffy passed right through her, as if her body wasn't even there. Buffy frowned, looking behind her at Dawn and her friends. "What the hell is going on here?" she asked aloud. "Someone, answer me!" She walked back over to Spike and slapped her hand against the back of his head...only to have it completely pass through to the other side of his head. "Dawn? Giles?!" Buffy asked, freaking out.
She whirled around and finally saw why her friends had gathered around in a circle. There, resting on a small pile of rubble and bricks was she. It was Buffy...a very dead Buffy.
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"Okay, this is weird..." Buffy said to herself. "So, I'm a ghost. Which means what? That I have...unfinished business?" She was running through everything that she had ever learned about ghosts from Giles and her experiences as the Slayer. She didn't always listen when Giles was holding the Scooby-meetings.
She followed her friends to her house, talking to herself the whole time, as she watched them drop off Spike. After that, she followed everyone to the hospital to stitch Dawn up from the cuts. Although she was apparently dead, she was still relieved that Dawn made it out with only a couple cuts that would quickly heal.
That didn't take long, and by the afternoon, everyone had met up at the shop. "So, I'm a ghost," Buffy said to herself. It was almost as she still couldn't believe it. "I don't know what I'm doing here, or what I'm doing. I can't do *anything* and I'm suppose to do...what?" She had run everything through her mind and came up with nothing.
It was late afternoon and Tara, Willow, Xander, Anya, Giles, and Dawn were all at the shop still. The shop was closed, and for once, Anya didn't even care. She knew that Buffy wouldn't ever walk through that door again. She wouldn't ever say "hi" before getting down to business about the next Big Bad, and all of them knew that.
Xander and Willow knew from the beginning that Buffy was supposed to die young. During high school she had always joked about it, but it had never happened. And now, faced with the truth, the entire gang was in shock. Nonetheless, the entire gang met up to somehow hope that being together would help the healing process.
Spike had been brought back to Buffy's house. His body was bruised and his stab from Doc's knife was slowly healing. Buffy watched as the gang helped move him back to her home, staying in the shadows to keep spike away from the sun. Buffy stayed behind a few seconds to watch Spike, making sure that he wouldn't do anything like go for an afternoon walk in the park, even though she didn't know what could have done to stop him. He'd lost the woman that he loved, failed protecting the girl who he'd sworn to guard with his life, and Buffy's heart broke for him.
After making sure that Spike was going to stay inside for the rest of the day, she went back to the shop, passing through the door without opening it and watched as they all sat around the table in the back of the shop. Maybe if she talked to one of them long enough then they would realize that she was still there. There was a reason that she was still here, and she knew that...she just needed to figure out what that reason was.
"Hello? I'm talking to all of you! I'm still here!" She called out to them all. She waved her hand in front of Giles' face. "C'mon, you guys gotta help me out here, figure out what's going on."
No one said anything. They didn't even acknowledge that she was in the room. She sighed and sat down in an empty chair, leaning back in it and resting against the back of the chair. Buffy sighed. This is so frustrating, she thought. She groaned and kicked at the floor, leaning in the chair and pushing the two front legs up off the ground. Suddenly, she felt herself falling onto the floor. She landed on her back and looking up at the ceiling. "Great," Buffy said. "I can't even relax anymore."
Giles moved towards her and picked up the fallen chair. Buffy's mouth dropped open as she realized that when she had fallen to the floor, she'd brought the whole chair down with her. She thought that she had just fallen through the back of the chair.
"Hey! I can move stuff," she said to herself. "I'm like Patrick Swayze in Ghost." She stood up and looked at the chair, trying to push it again and move it across the floor. She kicked the leg of the chair with her foot, but it only passed through the wood. She sighed again, moving over to the table where the gang sat. Buffy tried to pick up a picture of herself up off the table and her fingers passed through the frame. "Okay...all I need is some practice," Buffy said to herself, going back to concentrating on the picture frame on the table.
"So...what do we do now?" Dawn asked. She winced when she took a breath from the pain in her sides. However, the mental pain and anguish in her heart made the rest of her body was numb. "She's...she's really..."
"Well, I don't really know, Dawn." Giles replied. He threw off his glasses onto the table and sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"Maybe we could bring her back," Willow suggested.
"Yeah, let's do that!" Buffy said, voicing in her own input even though she knew that no one would hear her. She went back to staring intently at that same picture, trying to move it. Okay, how do I do this again? she asked herself.
"We can't, Will. Buffy is dead, she didn't just drown in a pool or water for a second. CPR isn't going to bring her back this time," Xander said. "No- nothing is going to bring her back this time."
"Don't say that," Dawn said.
"But there could be a spell we could find to bring her back," Willow said. "And I could do something like that easily."
"Good idea, Will. Let's find a spell. A spell that can get a ghost back into her body." She rolled her eyes when no one replied. What else was she expecting? Figuring that the gang would be safe here talking together, she gave up on making the picture move and started walking through the door. Once outside, she turned and started walking down the street back to her home where Spike was.
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