Title: Multiformity
Author: Sita
Summary: What if in a different dimension Season2, Angel opened Acathla sooner and pushed Buffy and Spike through, but instead of going to hell they ended up being transported to Season7, our dimension?
Spoilers: Post-6.22 Graves
Rating: PG-13 (for curse words and sexual themes)
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.
Definition of the title: Multiformity: multifariousness; variety; nonuniformity
AN: Sorry it took so long to update, first of all I sprained my ankle, then I got....and still am sick. EEEK, well here the chappy is.
Chapter One
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers was the first to come around. Her face was muddy, and when she opened her eyes she had a horrible headache. Turning over on her side, she looked over at Spike who lay next to her on the grass, unconscious.
"Spike," She said weakly. Though he was her mortal enemy, she was scared. She remembered being pushed through Acathla. So was this hell?
The vampire stirred, though barely, moaning something about Drusilla.
"Spike." She tried again, reaching a hand out to shake him.
This time he opened his eyes, and looked at her. He looked confused at first, but then his eyes took on a look of understanding as if remembering what was going on.
"Slayer," He said groggily, sitting up and rubbing his sore head. "Where are we?"
"I don't know." She sat up and looked around. "I thought we'd be sent to hell, but....wouldn't hell be more vicious?"
Spike nodded his head, looking around also. "This actually looks like Sunnydale."
"Yeah." She nodded, standing up. "I'd imagine."
Spike stood up also, "But why would we end up in a graveyard in Sunnyhell?"
"I don't know. I didn't think Acathla just transported you a mile. I thought it was supposed to make hell on earth or send you to hell." She said, not even caring at this point that she was having a conversation with her mortal enemy. He didn't seem to care either.
"But if we're still in Sunnydale, that means the world can go to hell any minute!" Buffy suddenly realized, running in the direction of the mansion. Spike followed behind her.
But when they got to the mansion, they got the biggest surprise of their lives. The mansion was empty and looked as if it had been vacant for years.
"What the bloody hell?" Spike asked no one in particular as he looked around the empty mansion. Acathla wasn't even there.
Buffy sat down on the floor suddenly, looking as if she were on the verge of passing out, "What's going on?"
****
Spike looked up surprised when he heard Buffy's voice. He wasn't even planning on telling her he was back. He was a mess emotionally and physically.
The roots of his hair were clearly showing and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, which it hadn't. His clothes were a rumpled mess and his body was more scrawny than muscular now.
Buffy eyed the vampire curiously as he sunk against a tomb stone, he didn't even reply to her.
"Spike?" She asked. Though mad at him for more reasons than one, worried about him.
"What?" He finally croaked out, his voice was raspy and it sounded like he was in tremendous pain.
"What happened to you?" She asked.
He looked down, almost ashamed which she'd never witnessed in Spike. He didn't like to appear weak.
"Nothing." He replied. "Nothing happened."
He started to walk away and Buffy grabbed his arm, "Talk to me."
"What's there to talk about?" He said, his normally bright blue eyes, glazed over and they had almost taken on a grayish color.
"I want to know what the hell happened to you!" She almost yelled. One thing about Spike: No matter what had happened, he was always stubborn.
"It doesn't matter." He suddenly closed his eyes in pain and leaned back against the tombstone as images passed before his eyes. He moaned in pain, dropping to the ground and moaning in pain.
Buffy looked down at him, deciding whether to leave him there to take him home. The latter won, she still cared for him....even if it wasn't in the romantic sense.
Liar! Her mind screamed. You care for him more than that!
She ignored her mind. It wasn't right to be with him. She'd already dealt with that. And if Dawn found out she'd left him there hurt, Dawn would never speak to her again. This was for Dawn, she decided. Just for Dawn.
She hauled him over her shoulder, fireman style, and walked out of the graveyard. She could tell he was on the verge of unconsciousness, while still clutching his head. And, she walked back to her house in a quick pace, laying him on the couch when she got inside. Dawn was no where in sight.
"Dawn!" She called.
"Yes?" Dawn asked, coming out from the kitchen.
"I found someone." Buffy replied, looking down on Spike.
Dawn walked over and gasped when she saw Spike, "What's wrong with him?" She asked, deciding other questions could wait for later.
"I don't know." Buffy replied, looking down at the unconscious man. "I don't know."
****
Buffy stayed still, her back still against the mansion wall and started to sob softly. She sobbed from confusion, she sobbed from losing Angel, she sobbed from her life.
Spike stood back, looking at her, not sure what to do. He'd never seen the Slayer act this weak in front of him before.
"Maybe you should check your house?" He suggested.
She looked up at him, for the first time realizing she had been sobbing in front of him. She rubbed her eyes quickly and nodded, wanting to get away from him from embarrassment. She quickly rushed out of the mansion and was relived when she seemed to immediately run into Xander, who was only a block away.
"Xander!" She gasped, pulling him into a hug.
Xander looked down at the Slayer curiously, "Nice to see ya too Buffster."
She looked up, and for the first time, Xander realized how young she looked, "Is Willow okay? Is she still in the hospital?"
"Huh?" Xander asked. "The hospital? Buff, Willow's in England....You know, with Giles. She went on the Magick rampage." He said, trying to jog her memory.
Buffy looked over at him, and for the first time *she* realized how old she looked. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.
TBC....
AN: Please review!
Author: Sita
Summary: What if in a different dimension Season2, Angel opened Acathla sooner and pushed Buffy and Spike through, but instead of going to hell they ended up being transported to Season7, our dimension?
Spoilers: Post-6.22 Graves
Rating: PG-13 (for curse words and sexual themes)
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.
Definition of the title: Multiformity: multifariousness; variety; nonuniformity
AN: Sorry it took so long to update, first of all I sprained my ankle, then I got....and still am sick. EEEK, well here the chappy is.
Chapter One
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers was the first to come around. Her face was muddy, and when she opened her eyes she had a horrible headache. Turning over on her side, she looked over at Spike who lay next to her on the grass, unconscious.
"Spike," She said weakly. Though he was her mortal enemy, she was scared. She remembered being pushed through Acathla. So was this hell?
The vampire stirred, though barely, moaning something about Drusilla.
"Spike." She tried again, reaching a hand out to shake him.
This time he opened his eyes, and looked at her. He looked confused at first, but then his eyes took on a look of understanding as if remembering what was going on.
"Slayer," He said groggily, sitting up and rubbing his sore head. "Where are we?"
"I don't know." She sat up and looked around. "I thought we'd be sent to hell, but....wouldn't hell be more vicious?"
Spike nodded his head, looking around also. "This actually looks like Sunnydale."
"Yeah." She nodded, standing up. "I'd imagine."
Spike stood up also, "But why would we end up in a graveyard in Sunnyhell?"
"I don't know. I didn't think Acathla just transported you a mile. I thought it was supposed to make hell on earth or send you to hell." She said, not even caring at this point that she was having a conversation with her mortal enemy. He didn't seem to care either.
"But if we're still in Sunnydale, that means the world can go to hell any minute!" Buffy suddenly realized, running in the direction of the mansion. Spike followed behind her.
But when they got to the mansion, they got the biggest surprise of their lives. The mansion was empty and looked as if it had been vacant for years.
"What the bloody hell?" Spike asked no one in particular as he looked around the empty mansion. Acathla wasn't even there.
Buffy sat down on the floor suddenly, looking as if she were on the verge of passing out, "What's going on?"
****
Spike looked up surprised when he heard Buffy's voice. He wasn't even planning on telling her he was back. He was a mess emotionally and physically.
The roots of his hair were clearly showing and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, which it hadn't. His clothes were a rumpled mess and his body was more scrawny than muscular now.
Buffy eyed the vampire curiously as he sunk against a tomb stone, he didn't even reply to her.
"Spike?" She asked. Though mad at him for more reasons than one, worried about him.
"What?" He finally croaked out, his voice was raspy and it sounded like he was in tremendous pain.
"What happened to you?" She asked.
He looked down, almost ashamed which she'd never witnessed in Spike. He didn't like to appear weak.
"Nothing." He replied. "Nothing happened."
He started to walk away and Buffy grabbed his arm, "Talk to me."
"What's there to talk about?" He said, his normally bright blue eyes, glazed over and they had almost taken on a grayish color.
"I want to know what the hell happened to you!" She almost yelled. One thing about Spike: No matter what had happened, he was always stubborn.
"It doesn't matter." He suddenly closed his eyes in pain and leaned back against the tombstone as images passed before his eyes. He moaned in pain, dropping to the ground and moaning in pain.
Buffy looked down at him, deciding whether to leave him there to take him home. The latter won, she still cared for him....even if it wasn't in the romantic sense.
Liar! Her mind screamed. You care for him more than that!
She ignored her mind. It wasn't right to be with him. She'd already dealt with that. And if Dawn found out she'd left him there hurt, Dawn would never speak to her again. This was for Dawn, she decided. Just for Dawn.
She hauled him over her shoulder, fireman style, and walked out of the graveyard. She could tell he was on the verge of unconsciousness, while still clutching his head. And, she walked back to her house in a quick pace, laying him on the couch when she got inside. Dawn was no where in sight.
"Dawn!" She called.
"Yes?" Dawn asked, coming out from the kitchen.
"I found someone." Buffy replied, looking down on Spike.
Dawn walked over and gasped when she saw Spike, "What's wrong with him?" She asked, deciding other questions could wait for later.
"I don't know." Buffy replied, looking down at the unconscious man. "I don't know."
****
Buffy stayed still, her back still against the mansion wall and started to sob softly. She sobbed from confusion, she sobbed from losing Angel, she sobbed from her life.
Spike stood back, looking at her, not sure what to do. He'd never seen the Slayer act this weak in front of him before.
"Maybe you should check your house?" He suggested.
She looked up at him, for the first time realizing she had been sobbing in front of him. She rubbed her eyes quickly and nodded, wanting to get away from him from embarrassment. She quickly rushed out of the mansion and was relived when she seemed to immediately run into Xander, who was only a block away.
"Xander!" She gasped, pulling him into a hug.
Xander looked down at the Slayer curiously, "Nice to see ya too Buffster."
She looked up, and for the first time, Xander realized how young she looked, "Is Willow okay? Is she still in the hospital?"
"Huh?" Xander asked. "The hospital? Buff, Willow's in England....You know, with Giles. She went on the Magick rampage." He said, trying to jog her memory.
Buffy looked over at him, and for the first time *she* realized how old she looked. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.
TBC....
AN: Please review!