Title: Seeing you now
Author: Hope
Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place after 'Normal Again'. Buffy's still mad at Spike and when they try to take out a demon, Buffy disapears almost 100 years into the past and ends up finally having normal conversations w/Spike....through telepathy.
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Author's Note: Stuff written between //'s are Buffy's thoughts, stuff writtens between --'s are Spike's thoughts.
Buffy and Spike can only hear what they want each other to hear.
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--What? What are you talking about Slayer?--
Flipping to the cover of the newspaper, Buffy shivered. The New York Times. New York? She was in New York? 1914 New York...great.
--Slayer?--
//Sorry.// She dropped the paper on the bed, running her hand down over her eyes. The movement reminded her of the deep gash in her arm and she grasped it tightly in her other hand, wincing. //I'm in New York and it appears to be 1914. Did they do that spell?//
Realization dawned on the vampire. Shit. "Whelp!!" he roared, climbing shakilly to his feet. Clutching his hand over his bloodied stomach, he stumbled toward the boy. "Did Red and the Pixie do the spell?"
"Well.....yeah. But only to save your sorry ass!" He said defensively, "Where'd Buffy go?"
"Are you a complete idiot?! You sent her back with the sodding demon!!"
"Um.... Willow!!!" Xander screeched, walking back into the house hurriedly. Spike followed closely at his heals.
"Are you guys okay?" the concerned redhead asked, rushing towards the pair. "Where's Buffy?"
"Well Red, thanks to you and Pixie's great timing, she went back in time with the demon. Did nobody hear me when I said this was a bad idea?"
"Wait.... Buffy went back with the Fylein?" Tara asked, crossing her arms over her chest nervously.
"Yes!!" Spike and Xander answered at the same time. They glared at each other, hatred written on their features.
//Spike?//
--Sorry pet. Seems the witch sent you back with the demon.--
//I noticed.// She said, hearing screams from outside the door of the room she was in. //I think he's wiping out people as we speak....or whatever we're doing.//
"Why are they in New York?" Spike asked the witches hastilly.
"What? New York? How do you know they're in New York? They could be anywhere in the world. Anytime." Willow answered, giving the vampire a confused look.
"They're in New York. It's 1914." The vampire replied flatly.
"How do you know?" Tara asked quietly.
"Buffy told me...." Spike answered quietly, knowing they'd think he was insane.
"Spike, I think you've gone insane." Spike smirked at the ground at Xander's comment.
"Well, Whelp. For some reason I can hear the slayer in my head. She told me she was in New York and she told me it was 1914. *That's* how I know." he shot out, growing impatient.
--Your friends think I'm mad--
//Why?//
--Cause I told them you told me where you were--
//I don't blame em, I'd think you were nuts too.// She placed her ear against the wooden door, listening to the scuffle outside. //Can they bring me back or should I go distract the demon?//
"You can hear Buffy's thoughts?" Willow asked, rather amazed.
"Yes, now can you bring her back?"
"Well, um..... I don't know..." Tara answered shakilly.
"What do you mean you don't know?! You sent her there, bring her back!!" The vampire complained, kicking the wall. Pain shot through his body and he doubled over, clutching his abdomen. He felt Willow's small hands on his shoulders, guiding him over to the couch. Sitting down, he glared at the blond witch. "Bring. Her. Back."
Tara shifted nervously, fiddling with her fingers. "Well....I-I..."
//Spike!!//
--S'matter pet?!--
Buffy scrambled out the window of the room, hearing the door crashing behind her. The Fylein roared, his claws shredding through the door. //That *thing* is trying to get me!!// "Oof." She landed with a thud behind the building. Giving the window above her head a quick glance, she stood, still clutching her injured arm, and ran toward the main street.
"We need to get her out of there *now*. That Fyleins there and she can't take it on alone." Spike grumbled, trying to stand. Willow pushed him back down to the couch.
"Sit. You'll hurt yourself."
"Too late Red, but thanks for your sympathies, I appreciate it. How do we get her back?" He asked, finally calming.
"Well, we can't do a reversal spell, that would bring the demon back as well. Our best bet would be to look for another spell that can bring just her back." Tara answered, sitting back down and flipping through one of the old books. "But that could take awhile."
"But why can Spike hear Buff's thoughts?" Xander asked, rubbing his hands together.
"I-I'm not sure. Something to do with the F-Fylein, I suppose. It was telepathic." Tara managed.
//The blood//
--What?--
//The demon's blood, it mixed with mine. And then I grabbed you and I think our blood probably mingled or whatever blood does.// She looked around. It was dark and the few people who were out on the street were giving her strange looks. She looked down at herself. Her side was covered in the blood from her arm and the front of her shirt was covered in Spike's blood. Her clothes probably weren't helping either, considering her fashion sense was 100 years ahead of it's time. Hearing the demon scrambling in the alley behind her, she took off up the street.
--You okay pet?--
//For now. I think I lost it.// She was leaning against the side of an old building, breathing heavily.
--This could take awhile luv, find somewhere to sleep. I'll let you know if we find anything.--
//Yeah, okay. I get to be homeless street Buffy for the night.//
--Be careful....I love you.--
//Goodnight Spike//
--Night Slayer--
"Miss?" Came a soft female voice. Buffy turned to face a brunette girl, probably around 18 years old. "Miss? Are you alright? What happened to you?"
"What? Oh, I'm fine, really." Buffy replied, shaking her head. "You really shouldn't be out at night, it's dangerous. No matter what time period you're in..." she trailed off.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing." Buffy looked up at the girl and her eyes went wide. "Run!!" A large vampire snarled and backhanded the girl, sending her to the ground. Buffy lunged at him, pulling a stake from her pocket. The vampire landed a kick to her injured arm, forcing her to drop the stake. Hitting him with a sharp hook to the chin, she stumbled backwards. To her surprise, the girl got up and jumped at the vamp, swinging her fists. Pounding them into his face, she kicked Buffy's dropped stake into the air, and catching it, plunged it into the vampire's chest. Halting, she turned to face the strange, bloodied girl.
"You're a......"
"....Slayer?" Buffy finished, just as surprised as she was.
//Spike?//
--Yeah pet?--
//New plan.....//
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Meh, short chapter, written between breaks from work. Blah, please review. I lub ya forever if ya do ^_^
Author: Hope
Rating: PG
Summary: Takes place after 'Normal Again'. Buffy's still mad at Spike and when they try to take out a demon, Buffy disapears almost 100 years into the past and ends up finally having normal conversations w/Spike....through telepathy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
Author's Note: Stuff written between //'s are Buffy's thoughts, stuff writtens between --'s are Spike's thoughts.
Buffy and Spike can only hear what they want each other to hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
--What? What are you talking about Slayer?--
Flipping to the cover of the newspaper, Buffy shivered. The New York Times. New York? She was in New York? 1914 New York...great.
--Slayer?--
//Sorry.// She dropped the paper on the bed, running her hand down over her eyes. The movement reminded her of the deep gash in her arm and she grasped it tightly in her other hand, wincing. //I'm in New York and it appears to be 1914. Did they do that spell?//
Realization dawned on the vampire. Shit. "Whelp!!" he roared, climbing shakilly to his feet. Clutching his hand over his bloodied stomach, he stumbled toward the boy. "Did Red and the Pixie do the spell?"
"Well.....yeah. But only to save your sorry ass!" He said defensively, "Where'd Buffy go?"
"Are you a complete idiot?! You sent her back with the sodding demon!!"
"Um.... Willow!!!" Xander screeched, walking back into the house hurriedly. Spike followed closely at his heals.
"Are you guys okay?" the concerned redhead asked, rushing towards the pair. "Where's Buffy?"
"Well Red, thanks to you and Pixie's great timing, she went back in time with the demon. Did nobody hear me when I said this was a bad idea?"
"Wait.... Buffy went back with the Fylein?" Tara asked, crossing her arms over her chest nervously.
"Yes!!" Spike and Xander answered at the same time. They glared at each other, hatred written on their features.
//Spike?//
--Sorry pet. Seems the witch sent you back with the demon.--
//I noticed.// She said, hearing screams from outside the door of the room she was in. //I think he's wiping out people as we speak....or whatever we're doing.//
"Why are they in New York?" Spike asked the witches hastilly.
"What? New York? How do you know they're in New York? They could be anywhere in the world. Anytime." Willow answered, giving the vampire a confused look.
"They're in New York. It's 1914." The vampire replied flatly.
"How do you know?" Tara asked quietly.
"Buffy told me...." Spike answered quietly, knowing they'd think he was insane.
"Spike, I think you've gone insane." Spike smirked at the ground at Xander's comment.
"Well, Whelp. For some reason I can hear the slayer in my head. She told me she was in New York and she told me it was 1914. *That's* how I know." he shot out, growing impatient.
--Your friends think I'm mad--
//Why?//
--Cause I told them you told me where you were--
//I don't blame em, I'd think you were nuts too.// She placed her ear against the wooden door, listening to the scuffle outside. //Can they bring me back or should I go distract the demon?//
"You can hear Buffy's thoughts?" Willow asked, rather amazed.
"Yes, now can you bring her back?"
"Well, um..... I don't know..." Tara answered shakilly.
"What do you mean you don't know?! You sent her there, bring her back!!" The vampire complained, kicking the wall. Pain shot through his body and he doubled over, clutching his abdomen. He felt Willow's small hands on his shoulders, guiding him over to the couch. Sitting down, he glared at the blond witch. "Bring. Her. Back."
Tara shifted nervously, fiddling with her fingers. "Well....I-I..."
//Spike!!//
--S'matter pet?!--
Buffy scrambled out the window of the room, hearing the door crashing behind her. The Fylein roared, his claws shredding through the door. //That *thing* is trying to get me!!// "Oof." She landed with a thud behind the building. Giving the window above her head a quick glance, she stood, still clutching her injured arm, and ran toward the main street.
"We need to get her out of there *now*. That Fyleins there and she can't take it on alone." Spike grumbled, trying to stand. Willow pushed him back down to the couch.
"Sit. You'll hurt yourself."
"Too late Red, but thanks for your sympathies, I appreciate it. How do we get her back?" He asked, finally calming.
"Well, we can't do a reversal spell, that would bring the demon back as well. Our best bet would be to look for another spell that can bring just her back." Tara answered, sitting back down and flipping through one of the old books. "But that could take awhile."
"But why can Spike hear Buff's thoughts?" Xander asked, rubbing his hands together.
"I-I'm not sure. Something to do with the F-Fylein, I suppose. It was telepathic." Tara managed.
//The blood//
--What?--
//The demon's blood, it mixed with mine. And then I grabbed you and I think our blood probably mingled or whatever blood does.// She looked around. It was dark and the few people who were out on the street were giving her strange looks. She looked down at herself. Her side was covered in the blood from her arm and the front of her shirt was covered in Spike's blood. Her clothes probably weren't helping either, considering her fashion sense was 100 years ahead of it's time. Hearing the demon scrambling in the alley behind her, she took off up the street.
--You okay pet?--
//For now. I think I lost it.// She was leaning against the side of an old building, breathing heavily.
--This could take awhile luv, find somewhere to sleep. I'll let you know if we find anything.--
//Yeah, okay. I get to be homeless street Buffy for the night.//
--Be careful....I love you.--
//Goodnight Spike//
--Night Slayer--
"Miss?" Came a soft female voice. Buffy turned to face a brunette girl, probably around 18 years old. "Miss? Are you alright? What happened to you?"
"What? Oh, I'm fine, really." Buffy replied, shaking her head. "You really shouldn't be out at night, it's dangerous. No matter what time period you're in..." she trailed off.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing." Buffy looked up at the girl and her eyes went wide. "Run!!" A large vampire snarled and backhanded the girl, sending her to the ground. Buffy lunged at him, pulling a stake from her pocket. The vampire landed a kick to her injured arm, forcing her to drop the stake. Hitting him with a sharp hook to the chin, she stumbled backwards. To her surprise, the girl got up and jumped at the vamp, swinging her fists. Pounding them into his face, she kicked Buffy's dropped stake into the air, and catching it, plunged it into the vampire's chest. Halting, she turned to face the strange, bloodied girl.
"You're a......"
"....Slayer?" Buffy finished, just as surprised as she was.
//Spike?//
--Yeah pet?--
//New plan.....//
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Meh, short chapter, written between breaks from work. Blah, please review. I lub ya forever if ya do ^_^