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: First of all, this is for the confused BuffyFan, it's easy to tell which Buffy and Spike are which. Have you been watching Buffy recently, because Buffy of today is not seventeen as I called the Buffy of 1998, plus she doesn't have a younger sister. And the Spike of today does have a soul and is the one in pain from having a soul.....Plus when I call Spike an unsoulded demon, you'll know it's the Spike of 1998.
And for Mandy firefly is going to be on FOX.
For everyone else, thanks for your encouraging reviews! I'm touched by how many people like "Multiformity"! Don't forget to leave a review after you read a chappy!
Chapter Three
Buffy pushed her soft blonde hair behind her ear as she looked over at the bleached blonde unsouled demon standing next to her.
Xander or whoever or whatever he was, was long gone already. He had dismissed the behavior of Buffy and Spike as 'too much caffeine and drugs' and had walked away mumbling something about Buffy sleeping with vampire's.
She shook her head. This had to be a demon just blurring her reality a little or something....it had to be her Sunnydale! She didn't feel flames or hot pokers coming at her from all around, so this wasn't hell, right? She shook her head yet again. Too many thoughts. Too little of a brain.
"Slayer?!?" Spike broke the young girl out of her wandering thoughts.
"Huh?" She asked, startled.
"I've been calling you for the last bloody five minutes!" He said, exasperated.
"I'm sorry I actually *think*!" She said, rolling her eyes at Spike.
"Preppy bitch." Spike mumbled. "Should have bitten you long ago when I had the chance. This is all your fault we're who-knows-where."
"*MY* fault?" Buffy almost screamed. "And when have you *ever* had the chance to bite me?!"
"Plenty of times....yeah." Spike stood up straighter, trying to act more confident. He really didn't feel like a pissed off Slayer right now. Yet, he always managed to piss her off. It wasn't his fault he spoke his mind, right?
"Plenty of times?" Buffy acted like she was amused, forcing laughter. "You couldn't beat me if I was tied up!" '
"I could too!" He yelled at her.
"Great comeback," She remarked sarcastically.
"Fuck you." He hissed
"Fuck you double." She spat, her eyes narrowed.
"Always knew you had a thing for every vampire you came across." Spike smirked, fishing for a fag in his pocket.
"Leave Angel out of this!" Buffy hissed.
"Who mentioned Angel?" Spike smirked, now reaching for his lighter.
"You know what?" Buffy yelled. "I'm-I'm so sick of you! You--Just leave me alone! I. HATE. YOU!" And with that said, she turned on her heels and stomped away.
"Yeah, run away Slayer! I hope some other Vampire has you as a midnight snack! You deserve it!" He yelled back at her. He didn't need her help to figure out what was going on or where they were, right?
So, he quickly turned in the opposite direction, stalking away. He did feel like a midnight snack after all....
****
Spike lay in the Summers living room awake while Dawn and Buffy whispered to each other in the kitchen. He pretended to be asleep while he listened to their soft whispering. Every word they seemed to speak was about him.
He rolled over on the couch. Why did they care for him so much? He didn't deserve any compassion....he didn't deserve anything good. Why did they even bother to keep him here? Why not just throw him on the street and let him starve to death? Or better yet, put him outside on a sunny day, let him become dust.
Spike sighed. He had to get out of here.
Why have them let you bake in the sun when you can do it yourself? At least then he'd be where he belonged: Hell.
So quietly and slowly, he slipped out of the front door. Buffy and Dawn didn't notice as they were too absorbed in their conversation.
Once outside, Spike started to run. He ran fast, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. He didn't even pay any attention to anything around him. And Buffy didn't even have time to react before the souled vampire ran right into her.
1998-Buffy stood up after being plowed down by Spike. Did he take drugs or something since the last time she had seen him? Yet, that *was* only five minutes ago.
"Watch out where you're going next time." She rolled her eyes at the vampire still on the ground, kicking him in the stomach.
"Kill me" He suddenly said, startling her.. "Just kill me. Please Buffy!"
"Quite a change of tone since we last spoke." She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Please!" He pleaded. "I have to die! I'm horrible! I'm evil!"
And then, he started to cry, startling Buffy even more. She'd never seen Spike cry before. She stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Really, what was there to do when your mortal enemy was laying on the ground sobbing?
"Um...." Was all she could think of to say.
"KILL ME!" He screamed.
"I would be happy to....later...."She said hesitantly. Afterall, she did need his help to find out what was going on with Sunnydale.
"NOW!" He screamed in agony. "Now...."
He started sobbing again, and latched on to her leg looking up at her with glazed blue eyes, "Please Buffy."
The Slayer stood there dumbfounded. What had happened to Spike in the last five minutes that had been so traumatizing?
****
Buffy slowly walked back into the living room to check on Spike. He seemed to be out cold the last time she checked on him. Hopefully he was still sleeping peacefully.
Walking over towards the couch, her eyes widened when she realized no one occupied it. Spike was gone!
"Dawnie!" She yelled, panicking.
"What?" Dawn popped her head out from the kitchen.
"Spike's gone!"
"What?!" Dawn ran into the room.
"I gotta go find him. You stay here just in case he comes back." Buffy said in a hurry, grabbing her coat off of a nearby chair and shoving a few stakes into her pockets for protection.
"Do you think he's okay?" Dawn asked, her bottom lip starting to tremble.
"I'm sure he's fine, Dawnie." Buffy tried to reassure her sister, but she knew she must of sounded panicky.
Yet, Buffy didn't stay to dwell on it, as she quickly raced out the door. She figured the graveyard was where he'd go first. Where else?
Buffy sighed in relief as she almost immediately came across him. He was lounging against a tombstone smoking a cigarette. He didn't appear to be in any pain....and his hair was fully bleached. She could of sworn his roots were showing before. She didn't decide to dwell on it as she rushed over to him.
"Spike!" She yelled.
He looked up, "Back so soon, Slayer?"
"Back?" She asked. "You left! Why did you leave? We were worried sick!" She grabbed him by the arm, starting to pull him towards her house. "Dawn is probably bawling. We have to get back."
Spike shook her arm of him, "What the bloody hell are you rambling on about, Slayer? Did you take drugs or something?" He raised a scarred eyebrow at her, taking another puff of his cigarette.
She looked back over at him, "Wha? No, I'm not on drugs. Spike? Are *you* okay? Are you still in pain?"
"Pain?" He asked her. "I haven't been in pain and why are you suddenly worried about me? Just a few minutes ago you were yelling at me and telling me you hated me."
"Huh? No I wasn't...." Buffy looked up at him, confusion evident on her face. "Did you bump your head?"
"No...wait...just, uh, shut up for a minute! You're confusing me." Spike pressed his index fingers to his temples, massaging them slowly.
"I'm confusing you?!" She asked. "You're confusing me!....I mean, one minute you're rolling around in pain crying and screaming and telling us to leave you alone and that you're evil. The next you're asking if I'm on drugs and smirking at me like everything's fine."
"Have you finally gone of your rocker?" Was all he asked.
"Ugh!" Buffy yelled, frustration apparent in her voice and showing on all her features.
What the *HELL* was going on?
TBC....
AN: I hope this chapter was good, since I *did* write it at 3:00a.m. in the morning....and now I'm posting it at 3, yup yup.....*yawn* beddie bie. Time to dream of naked Spikes....huh? what? I'm okay.....really.....
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: First of all, this is for the confused BuffyFan, it's easy to tell which Buffy and Spike are which. Have you been watching Buffy recently, because Buffy of today is not seventeen as I called the Buffy of 1998, plus she doesn't have a younger sister. And the Spike of today does have a soul and is the one in pain from having a soul.....Plus when I call Spike an unsoulded demon, you'll know it's the Spike of 1998.
And for Mandy firefly is going to be on FOX.
For everyone else, thanks for your encouraging reviews! I'm touched by how many people like "Multiformity"! Don't forget to leave a review after you read a chappy!
Chapter Three
Buffy pushed her soft blonde hair behind her ear as she looked over at the bleached blonde unsouled demon standing next to her.
Xander or whoever or whatever he was, was long gone already. He had dismissed the behavior of Buffy and Spike as 'too much caffeine and drugs' and had walked away mumbling something about Buffy sleeping with vampire's.
She shook her head. This had to be a demon just blurring her reality a little or something....it had to be her Sunnydale! She didn't feel flames or hot pokers coming at her from all around, so this wasn't hell, right? She shook her head yet again. Too many thoughts. Too little of a brain.
"Slayer?!?" Spike broke the young girl out of her wandering thoughts.
"Huh?" She asked, startled.
"I've been calling you for the last bloody five minutes!" He said, exasperated.
"I'm sorry I actually *think*!" She said, rolling her eyes at Spike.
"Preppy bitch." Spike mumbled. "Should have bitten you long ago when I had the chance. This is all your fault we're who-knows-where."
"*MY* fault?" Buffy almost screamed. "And when have you *ever* had the chance to bite me?!"
"Plenty of times....yeah." Spike stood up straighter, trying to act more confident. He really didn't feel like a pissed off Slayer right now. Yet, he always managed to piss her off. It wasn't his fault he spoke his mind, right?
"Plenty of times?" Buffy acted like she was amused, forcing laughter. "You couldn't beat me if I was tied up!" '
"I could too!" He yelled at her.
"Great comeback," She remarked sarcastically.
"Fuck you." He hissed
"Fuck you double." She spat, her eyes narrowed.
"Always knew you had a thing for every vampire you came across." Spike smirked, fishing for a fag in his pocket.
"Leave Angel out of this!" Buffy hissed.
"Who mentioned Angel?" Spike smirked, now reaching for his lighter.
"You know what?" Buffy yelled. "I'm-I'm so sick of you! You--Just leave me alone! I. HATE. YOU!" And with that said, she turned on her heels and stomped away.
"Yeah, run away Slayer! I hope some other Vampire has you as a midnight snack! You deserve it!" He yelled back at her. He didn't need her help to figure out what was going on or where they were, right?
So, he quickly turned in the opposite direction, stalking away. He did feel like a midnight snack after all....
****
Spike lay in the Summers living room awake while Dawn and Buffy whispered to each other in the kitchen. He pretended to be asleep while he listened to their soft whispering. Every word they seemed to speak was about him.
He rolled over on the couch. Why did they care for him so much? He didn't deserve any compassion....he didn't deserve anything good. Why did they even bother to keep him here? Why not just throw him on the street and let him starve to death? Or better yet, put him outside on a sunny day, let him become dust.
Spike sighed. He had to get out of here.
Why have them let you bake in the sun when you can do it yourself? At least then he'd be where he belonged: Hell.
So quietly and slowly, he slipped out of the front door. Buffy and Dawn didn't notice as they were too absorbed in their conversation.
Once outside, Spike started to run. He ran fast, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. He didn't even pay any attention to anything around him. And Buffy didn't even have time to react before the souled vampire ran right into her.
1998-Buffy stood up after being plowed down by Spike. Did he take drugs or something since the last time she had seen him? Yet, that *was* only five minutes ago.
"Watch out where you're going next time." She rolled her eyes at the vampire still on the ground, kicking him in the stomach.
"Kill me" He suddenly said, startling her.. "Just kill me. Please Buffy!"
"Quite a change of tone since we last spoke." She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Please!" He pleaded. "I have to die! I'm horrible! I'm evil!"
And then, he started to cry, startling Buffy even more. She'd never seen Spike cry before. She stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Really, what was there to do when your mortal enemy was laying on the ground sobbing?
"Um...." Was all she could think of to say.
"KILL ME!" He screamed.
"I would be happy to....later...."She said hesitantly. Afterall, she did need his help to find out what was going on with Sunnydale.
"NOW!" He screamed in agony. "Now...."
He started sobbing again, and latched on to her leg looking up at her with glazed blue eyes, "Please Buffy."
The Slayer stood there dumbfounded. What had happened to Spike in the last five minutes that had been so traumatizing?
****
Buffy slowly walked back into the living room to check on Spike. He seemed to be out cold the last time she checked on him. Hopefully he was still sleeping peacefully.
Walking over towards the couch, her eyes widened when she realized no one occupied it. Spike was gone!
"Dawnie!" She yelled, panicking.
"What?" Dawn popped her head out from the kitchen.
"Spike's gone!"
"What?!" Dawn ran into the room.
"I gotta go find him. You stay here just in case he comes back." Buffy said in a hurry, grabbing her coat off of a nearby chair and shoving a few stakes into her pockets for protection.
"Do you think he's okay?" Dawn asked, her bottom lip starting to tremble.
"I'm sure he's fine, Dawnie." Buffy tried to reassure her sister, but she knew she must of sounded panicky.
Yet, Buffy didn't stay to dwell on it, as she quickly raced out the door. She figured the graveyard was where he'd go first. Where else?
Buffy sighed in relief as she almost immediately came across him. He was lounging against a tombstone smoking a cigarette. He didn't appear to be in any pain....and his hair was fully bleached. She could of sworn his roots were showing before. She didn't decide to dwell on it as she rushed over to him.
"Spike!" She yelled.
He looked up, "Back so soon, Slayer?"
"Back?" She asked. "You left! Why did you leave? We were worried sick!" She grabbed him by the arm, starting to pull him towards her house. "Dawn is probably bawling. We have to get back."
Spike shook her arm of him, "What the bloody hell are you rambling on about, Slayer? Did you take drugs or something?" He raised a scarred eyebrow at her, taking another puff of his cigarette.
She looked back over at him, "Wha? No, I'm not on drugs. Spike? Are *you* okay? Are you still in pain?"
"Pain?" He asked her. "I haven't been in pain and why are you suddenly worried about me? Just a few minutes ago you were yelling at me and telling me you hated me."
"Huh? No I wasn't...." Buffy looked up at him, confusion evident on her face. "Did you bump your head?"
"No...wait...just, uh, shut up for a minute! You're confusing me." Spike pressed his index fingers to his temples, massaging them slowly.
"I'm confusing you?!" She asked. "You're confusing me!....I mean, one minute you're rolling around in pain crying and screaming and telling us to leave you alone and that you're evil. The next you're asking if I'm on drugs and smirking at me like everything's fine."
"Have you finally gone of your rocker?" Was all he asked.
"Ugh!" Buffy yelled, frustration apparent in her voice and showing on all her features.
What the *HELL* was going on?
TBC....
AN: I hope this chapter was good, since I *did* write it at 3:00a.m. in the morning....and now I'm posting it at 3, yup yup.....*yawn* beddie bie. Time to dream of naked Spikes....huh? what? I'm okay.....really.....
Please review!