Title: Tempus focus…
Author: Fayth
Pairing: What do you think? It ain't Buffy and Spike!!!
Email: fayth82@yahoo.co.uk
Summary: Time travel with someone who won't pay attention!
Feedback: go on. No really. Go on
Disclaimer: I'm not allowed to borrow Spike I'd only get him dirty.
Distribution: Oh if you must. Just tell me so I can brag.
Part 1. Don't forget to concentrate. I mean it!
"Why on earth did I let you talk me into this?" Willow moaned as she clutched her spell book and cast weary looks around at the dark mansion.
It was far too close to midnight for her own peace of mind and all she wanted to do was to go home and be tucked up in bed with a good book and not in the dusty mansion which had starred in some of her most spectacular nightmares.
Buffy sighed as she recognised the look in her friends eyes "Don't get a jelly belly on me now Wills."
"It's just magic is supposed to be used for good benefit to mankind stuff."
*Not poking about in dirty mansions* she wondered briefly if it had been this dirty when the Vampires lived here, she knew that Angelus had enjoyed living in luxury- as had Drusilla. She wondered whether they had hired a maid or if they had cleaned the mansion themselves, no she couldn't imagine Angelus in a maid's uniform… Oh now she could and it was disturbing!
She shuddered as a cold breeze drifted through the room "Besides messing with time has dangerous consequences."
"I know, but going back in time and saving Angel is a benefit to mankind. Think of all the people we save- even if it means never being with him." *Very self sacrificing of me!* Buffy thought nobly. She would save all those people and never have Angel for herself. She just hoped Willow never found her real reason for wanting to do this or she would be short one very good friend.
Willow smiled at her friend "No Angelus, No Acathla, No Drusilla and no…no Spike." Her smile fell a little.
"Oh Wills just think, no more Spike!" Buffy clasped her hands ignoring her friend's downcast face. "Peace at research sessions!" Her expression was ecstatic.
*I like Spike* Willow thought quietly *probably more than I should, but he's really sweet to me and... no more fantasising about Spike! I need to focus for this to work.*
"Ok Buffy remember the spell can only be done at a full moon so we are stuck there for a month."
"Got it, I told Giles we were going on vacation so he's fine with us being gone, oh and I went to Angels' old room in the mansion and I found some old money and jewels we can use them for trade. I also found these." She held up two dresses from behind the door.
"I *really* don't want to know why Angel has them but we need to fit and hey not be burnt as witches!" She passed one of the extravagant gowns to Willow and began stripping off her clothes to put her own gown on.
Willow stared dubiously at the yards of expensive velvet material. It was a pale blue colour which she figured would not suit her at all, what with her colouring. Willow sighed and turned to put it on. It was tight across her chest and as she looked down she realised she had acquired a cleavage from somewhere.
She turned to look at Buffy and burst out laughing at her friend.
"What?" Buffy said the cheesy grin dying from her lips.
"Oh Buffy you looked like Lydia Bennett."
"Who?" Buffy swirled in her sky blue dress which hugged her slim waist and imagined herself dancing in a ballroom.
"Did you read one book for English Lit?" Willow despaired.
"No I was best friends with the video library, cliff notes and you, why crack a book when I don't need to huh?" Buffy stared at her best friend who was doing her best to adjust the low bodice of her dress. Willow was always so self- conscious.
"Pride and prejudice with Mr Darcy." She explained absently
"Oh *Him* I remember." Buffy closed her eyes "Mm hottie alert."
"Ok it's nearly midnight. You got the dates firmly fixed in mind, I need you to concentrate."
"Concentration check." Buffy nodded
Willow took a deep breath, she could not believe she was about to do this.
"Let the spell begin. Focus on Angel, Ireland and the date."
Buffy nodded "Gotcha."
She sat on the floor- on her coat; she wasn't getting the dress dirty, and began to chant.
She put the amulet it had taken weeks to find in a circle of sand with the precise mixture of herbs and continued to chant. Buffy could only hear certain words over the sudden wind that blew.
Dust particles spun around the floor like minture tornado's and picked up leaves and speed as the chanting got louder. Creatures of the night, both natural and demonic hid as the Hellmouth churned up bad vibes.
"Tempus fugit, time to time, rewind, tempus temporis, rights to align, turn back the clock and let wrongs be righted. Praeteritus, Injuries slighted, tempus fugit, rewind!" Willow turned in an anticlockwise circle and smashed the vial on the floor "Time to time, REWIND!"
There was a silence that echoed around the decrepit walls of the mansion and then the very air roared, Willow and Buffy screamed as they found themselves pulled violently into the circle.
As the dust settled and the night time creatures resumed their foraging only the mansion on Crawford Street stood silent as the grave.
Author: Fayth
Pairing: What do you think? It ain't Buffy and Spike!!!
Email: fayth82@yahoo.co.uk
Summary: Time travel with someone who won't pay attention!
Feedback: go on. No really. Go on
Disclaimer: I'm not allowed to borrow Spike I'd only get him dirty.
Distribution: Oh if you must. Just tell me so I can brag.
Part 1. Don't forget to concentrate. I mean it!
"Why on earth did I let you talk me into this?" Willow moaned as she clutched her spell book and cast weary looks around at the dark mansion.
It was far too close to midnight for her own peace of mind and all she wanted to do was to go home and be tucked up in bed with a good book and not in the dusty mansion which had starred in some of her most spectacular nightmares.
Buffy sighed as she recognised the look in her friends eyes "Don't get a jelly belly on me now Wills."
"It's just magic is supposed to be used for good benefit to mankind stuff."
*Not poking about in dirty mansions* she wondered briefly if it had been this dirty when the Vampires lived here, she knew that Angelus had enjoyed living in luxury- as had Drusilla. She wondered whether they had hired a maid or if they had cleaned the mansion themselves, no she couldn't imagine Angelus in a maid's uniform… Oh now she could and it was disturbing!
She shuddered as a cold breeze drifted through the room "Besides messing with time has dangerous consequences."
"I know, but going back in time and saving Angel is a benefit to mankind. Think of all the people we save- even if it means never being with him." *Very self sacrificing of me!* Buffy thought nobly. She would save all those people and never have Angel for herself. She just hoped Willow never found her real reason for wanting to do this or she would be short one very good friend.
Willow smiled at her friend "No Angelus, No Acathla, No Drusilla and no…no Spike." Her smile fell a little.
"Oh Wills just think, no more Spike!" Buffy clasped her hands ignoring her friend's downcast face. "Peace at research sessions!" Her expression was ecstatic.
*I like Spike* Willow thought quietly *probably more than I should, but he's really sweet to me and... no more fantasising about Spike! I need to focus for this to work.*
"Ok Buffy remember the spell can only be done at a full moon so we are stuck there for a month."
"Got it, I told Giles we were going on vacation so he's fine with us being gone, oh and I went to Angels' old room in the mansion and I found some old money and jewels we can use them for trade. I also found these." She held up two dresses from behind the door.
"I *really* don't want to know why Angel has them but we need to fit and hey not be burnt as witches!" She passed one of the extravagant gowns to Willow and began stripping off her clothes to put her own gown on.
Willow stared dubiously at the yards of expensive velvet material. It was a pale blue colour which she figured would not suit her at all, what with her colouring. Willow sighed and turned to put it on. It was tight across her chest and as she looked down she realised she had acquired a cleavage from somewhere.
She turned to look at Buffy and burst out laughing at her friend.
"What?" Buffy said the cheesy grin dying from her lips.
"Oh Buffy you looked like Lydia Bennett."
"Who?" Buffy swirled in her sky blue dress which hugged her slim waist and imagined herself dancing in a ballroom.
"Did you read one book for English Lit?" Willow despaired.
"No I was best friends with the video library, cliff notes and you, why crack a book when I don't need to huh?" Buffy stared at her best friend who was doing her best to adjust the low bodice of her dress. Willow was always so self- conscious.
"Pride and prejudice with Mr Darcy." She explained absently
"Oh *Him* I remember." Buffy closed her eyes "Mm hottie alert."
"Ok it's nearly midnight. You got the dates firmly fixed in mind, I need you to concentrate."
"Concentration check." Buffy nodded
Willow took a deep breath, she could not believe she was about to do this.
"Let the spell begin. Focus on Angel, Ireland and the date."
Buffy nodded "Gotcha."
She sat on the floor- on her coat; she wasn't getting the dress dirty, and began to chant.
She put the amulet it had taken weeks to find in a circle of sand with the precise mixture of herbs and continued to chant. Buffy could only hear certain words over the sudden wind that blew.
Dust particles spun around the floor like minture tornado's and picked up leaves and speed as the chanting got louder. Creatures of the night, both natural and demonic hid as the Hellmouth churned up bad vibes.
"Tempus fugit, time to time, rewind, tempus temporis, rights to align, turn back the clock and let wrongs be righted. Praeteritus, Injuries slighted, tempus fugit, rewind!" Willow turned in an anticlockwise circle and smashed the vial on the floor "Time to time, REWIND!"
There was a silence that echoed around the decrepit walls of the mansion and then the very air roared, Willow and Buffy screamed as they found themselves pulled violently into the circle.
As the dust settled and the night time creatures resumed their foraging only the mansion on Crawford Street stood silent as the grave.