Chapter 3

Both of the Slayers looked at each other. The real Buffy was attempting to figure out what bad characteristic her alternate self possessed that she did as well. Could it be her naivety? No…because Buffy over came that more as she got older. Would it have anything to do with materialism? No way! Buffy didn't care a whole lot about having things. She was a very giving person, in fact. What slayer would have a choice otherwise? They give of themselves to protect the world.

Thought after thought plagued her mind, but nothing appeared to shine through. It's not as if Buffy thought she was perfect. She was very aware of the fact that she possesses bad traits….

Randomly, the alternate version of Giles suggested, "We're wasting our time just standing around here. How about the two of you and I leave the other Rupert behind and go have some fun. What do you Buffys' think of that?"

"Eww," both of the Slayers exclaimed in disgust.

"You're old," the alternate Buffy added. "How old are you again? You're like…over forty."

Real Buffy nodded in agreement. "I agree. That's kind of gross!"

The alternate version of Rupert was quite upset at this point. Not by the fact the Slayers disregarded his idea, but how either of them could be so close-minded. "That's not what you said to Angelus," he remarked. "Vampires live a long time, remember? Angel was how much older than you when the two of you dated? Just because he didn't look a day over 30 doesn't excuse it either!"

Abruptly, a weird silence fell upon everyone until the actual Buffy chimed in, "Hold on. Are you saying my weakness is being close-minded…just because I'm not in love with Giles?" Neither the other Buffy nor the Giles' would answer that question, which forced the woman to continue in frustration. "Well, that sucks for me! I don't have feelings for him that way and I probably never will, so I'm stuck here."

"He's not that bad, you know," the alternate version of Buffy implied. "There were a few times I wouldn't have minded-" The real version of herself glared at her, which made the alternate Buffy quickly end with saying, "Forget it."

"Buffy," the real Giles nervously entered into the conversation. He walked to his Slayer and was getting closer to her, stressing the importance of the discussion. "I'm not asking you to love me this way, but… for both of our sakes, it is imperative you tell me the truth. Do you have any feelings for me? I mean, more than just friends?"

If it was possible, the real Slayer became even more irritated. She didn't want this talk to happen now. It wasn't how Buffy imagined it to go if she ever did tell him. "Damn it, Giles! I don't know. Maybe. It's…a little confusing."

Being kind, the actual Rupert nodded and sympathetically replied, "Okay. You don't have to answer hastily. Take your time and think it through. I'm willing to wait."

Of course, this didn't sit too well with the other Giles. He rolled his eyes and said in obvious aggravation, "Good God! You really are a lame prat! If you're not going to do it, then I will." The alternate version of Rupert grabbed the real Buffy close to him and kissed her on the lips. Once they were done, the alternate Giles said, "Mmm…now, I know you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy that, love." The actual Slayer hit the guy across his face, and then yanked the real Giles up from his seat. Buffy kissed him passionately on the lips. She didn't want this to end. If truth be told, neither of them did. Rupert pressed the Slayer up against the closest wall and rested his hand on the woman's waist. He began once again by kissing Buffy on the mouth, but then steadily moved to her neck and left shoulder. The facial expression on her face was clearly that of enjoyment...until the Slayer opened her eyes and discovered they were back in their reality. Everybody; Willow, Tara, Xander, Anya, Dawn and, evidently, Spike decided to stop in to help too, witnessed the intense make out session between Giles and Buffy. Not a single person out of that group appeared unsurprised.