Ok, I wanted to thank Summer for giving me a review, and to answer your question, YES!! It will be, as I am a huge fan of the idea and contemplate it regularly! So, here comes part two!!!
Disclaimer: I own none of the Buffy cast and any original character is mine. Joss and Mutant Enemy own them, and no infringement is intended. In A Time Long Past
Part Two: The Meeting
Buffy reached the last step on the seemingly endless stairwell, her feet dragging from the tedious climb and the hectic day. She made her way to the door of her flat wearily, not noticing the bouncing bubble of energy that was her sister bounding up the steps two at time.
"See you next week Martha!" her chiming bell of a voice rang out.
Buffy turned just in time to see Dawn come prancing down the hallway. Placing her hands on her small hips, Buffy gave her the most cruel glare she could muster. "Nice to see you today Dawn. I thought that you perhaps were planning on living at the museum. Of course, you weren't really at the museum though, were you? What excuse did you give this time Dawn? Another 'time of the month'? Because you realize that eventually Ms. Calendar's going to figure out that you seemingly have one every week."
Dawn gave her a piercing glare and snarled, "No. As a matter of fact, she had to leave for the same reason. Mom sent me home since she has to work overtime tonight. And she said for me to remind you that those new tenants are moving in down the hall and downstairs and to be cordial. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have pressing matter to attend to."
"No, sorry dear. I need a better explanation than that. And, I beg you, please hurry, as I have pressing matters to attend to myself."
Dawn gave a long-suffering sigh and mumbled, "James Edward is waiting on me at the corner. I promised to meet him there at quarter past. Ten minutes ago."
Buffy thought about this idea for a moment. Her fifteen year old sister being courted. 'You were fifteen when you first were courted. Let her go.' Buffy's resolve fell. "Alright, you can go. But be home by seven please, Mother should be home by then and I wish for neither of us to really have to suffer her wrath, agreed?"
"Agreed!" came from down the flight of stairs as Dawn raced out of the flat.
Buffy shook her head and grinned at the irony. When she had been 15, her mother had been in the exact same situation with her. Of course, there was the fact that she hadn't exactly told her mother about Angel until they had planned to be wed. And only then had she started to notice some odd things about Angel. How he refused to see her in the day, and how he never really seemed tired. He also would be gone for the whole night sometimes, and those were the times when her most terrifying nightmares took over her impressionable mind. Buffy had been Elizabeth then, and she had felt like an Elizabeth. Normal, average name, normal average girl.
That too had been before she began noticing changes in herself. Like how she seemed to be stronger than any girl or boy she'd ever seen. Or how she seemed to draw quite a bit of attention from a group of men, the most elite class sort of men. They always wore finely pressed and tailored brown suits, and all wore spectacles for reading or everyday use. It was as if they had some kind of code that no one dared to break. She had often seen them in Mr. Giles's book shop, and they seemed to be acquainted quite well with each other. Her mother did not particularly like the attention from the men, but she let Buffy go. She knew at twenty-one, her daughter needed to settle down. She didn't want her to end up like herself, Buffy was more gifted and was open to more opportunities than Joyce ever had been.
A voice shook her from her revere. A woman stood before Buffy in a long indigo skirt, complete with fringed hem and charms that dangled from it as accents. Her upper half was covered by a flowing blouse such was the style among the French peasantry. Gorgeous bracelets shimmered on her small wrist, and her equally small neck displayed a beaded collar that held a delicate moon charm at its center. The woman extended her pale hand and smiled, displaying two rows of slightly crooked teeth. "Hello," she said cheerily, "I'm Willow Rosenberg. I don't believe we've met, as no bizarre feeling of déjà vu has affected me yet, so I'm confident on the prediction. Aren't I?"
Buffy stared at the girl for a moment a bit blankly. Willow began to wrap a strand of her long red locks around her delicate looking finger. She spun it as if on a loom creating wool. Like she had a precise mission on her mind, and no twenty-one year-old's sullen attitude was going to extinguish the look of excitement in her bright blue eyes.
Finally, Buffy said in reply, "No, I've never met you. I do have a question for you however."
"What's that?" Willow asked, exuberance bright as ever.
"Are you the new tenant?"
"Yes, I am as a matter of fact. Myself and my friend Tara live down the hall, flat 213. Perhaps you'd like to come down for tea in a bit?"
Buffy smiled, seemingly instantly taking a liking to the intelligent girl. "I think that would be splendid." She grinned at the prospect of a friend. No one was really very close to her here, and this girl seemed nice enough.
"I'll see you soon then!" Willow practically skipped down the hall to her rooms. Buffy's quick smile faded. What if this girl and her friend were using Buffy? It wouldn't be the first time.
But for now, gullibility was taking over. She was going to a tea. And no insecurity was going to stop her. The same fire that had lit Willow's eyes gleamed a shade brighter in Buffy's green ones. The light of determination burned strong.
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A/N-I forgot to mention last time to R&R please!!!!!!!! More soon!