In Your Dreams
Summary: Willow's spell in Tabula Rasa has some unexpected side-effects. Namely, trapping the Scoobies in a literal dream world. Will tensions prevent them from getting out?
Author: craZchica
Disclaimer - No matter how long this story gets, I still won't own the people in it. Joss does and always will, that jerk. lol.
Setting: Set kinda AU Season 6, During Tabula Rasa. Things change after they fall asleep.
This chapter is just the final scene of Tabula Rasa before they fall asleep. All dialogue is property of ME, cause I didn't write it. I just type what I see and hear.
**** Chapter 1 - Goodnight ****
So whadda we got? Dawn asked, looking at Giles with something akin to hope in her eyes and voice. Anya and Tara ignored her question, thumb-wrestling with each other at the small table instead. Buffy didn't look up from her seat on the stairs leading to the loft of the store.
Giles asked, directing his attention to the teen.
What kind of oogly-boogleys? Lizardy types, or um, zombies, or, or vampires, or what?
Giles cleaned his glasses and shook his head. There are no oogly-boogleys, Dawn.
The tiny bell above the door rang as Willow and Xander entered the Magic Box.
Thanks for the jacket. It's cold out there. The redhead smiled while the man behind her closed the door.
Not a problem, the cold only makes me stronger and more macho-like.
Giles stood as the pair joined the others already around the table.
I'm glad you're here, um... Giles started. Everyone turned to the Watcher expectantly, except Buffy, who only looked at him with a sad glare.
I have something I really have to tell you all. He continued, putting his hands in his pockets. Um ... I know it feels like we've been through this before...
Buffy interrupted him. Why don't you just jump to the chase? She asked, standing. Tell them that you're...
This time Buffy was the interrupted one, as the door opened, admiting a slightly-smoking Spike. Everyone turned to face him.
The Vampire was wearing a brown suit that looked to be about as old as he was, and a green hat with wool earflaps. Needless to say, the occupants of the store were shocked.
Giles asked, bewildered.
Anya raised her eyebrows. Holy moly.
Spike stopped. You need to give me asylum.
I'll say. Xander answered, looking over the vampire's clothes.
Spike turned to the brown-haired boy. No need to get cute. He responded, throwing his hat to the ground. It's a disguise. Happens there's a bloke I'd rather not see just now.
He hopped on the counter and sat, turning to Buffy. You met him, I believe. Toothy bloke with the baby-seal breath?
Buffy simply rolled her eyes.
Nasty fellow, him. Spike went on, ignoring the look. And ugly too.
As Spike went on, Willow pulled the stone out of her pocket, watching as it glowed green.
He's got a mouthful of choppers just waiting to be yanked out and worn as necklaces...
***
In the Summers' home, on the floor in front of the fireplace, a stray spark landed on the bag of herbs that Willow left out from the spell used on Buffy and Tara. Green flames engulfed the bag, melting the plastic...
***
Back in the Magic Shop, Giles took a deep breath and continued with his news. Well, now that we've recovered from Spike's ... sartorial humor, I'll jump to the chase. He glanced at Buffy. Um... I'm headed back to England and I plan to stay... indefinitely.
Giles took a seat next to Anya at the table.
Xander asked. Not now, I mean, not after... everything.
Yes, now.
For real this time? Anya faced the older man. Cause honest to Pete, a young shopkeeper's heart can only take so much... I mean, not that I want you to go...
Buffy interrupted the ex-demon, striding past the table. I can't do this.
She took the few steps up and started towards the door. I just, I don't think...
Buffy, listen. Willow pleaded.
Buffy stopped and turned to the witch.
I know this must be awful for you. The redhead went on. And I, I'm sorry, I... I'm so sorry for...
Buffy impatiently nodded. I'm sorry. Everybody's sorry. I know that you guys are just trying to help ... but it's just, it's too much. And, and I, I can't take it any more. Tears began to form in her eyes, and her voice grew shaky. If you guys... if you guys understood how it felt... how it feels. It's like I'm dying...
Her sentence was left unfinished as she fell to the ground.
None of the Scoobies noticed, however, as the rest passed out as well.
***
Next to the fireplace in the Summers' home, a smoking, black pile of ashes was the only remnant of a bag of Lethe's Bramble.
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A/N - To be honest, I'm not sure that it was lethes bramble in the bag, but all the sources ive seen (for help on the dialogue) say it is, so there you go. Anywho, dont worry, I'll be making longer chapters (i average ten pages a chapter). This was just the set up. :) Everything from here on will be my ideas and stuff (yay)
Anywho, go check out my now finished stories Realizations' and I Think You Want Me'. Shameless Self Promotion!
