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: Thank you all so much for all your encouraging reviews! I really wasn't sure about the last chapter I put up, but from all the reviews recieved in one night, I'm guessing it was. Well, take your seats kiddies, and don't forget to hold on cuz another chapter is coming your way.....
Chapter Four
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers stood there in silence as she watched the vampire sob pitifully at her feet. She felt frozen. She didn't know whether to comfort him or kick him.
She prayed that he would stop sobbing and try to kill her like old times. It would be easier than, right? Even bickering like they always did would be fine! But Spike begging her to kill him? It was so....well to put it frankly, weird and so un-Spike like.
"Spike," She started. "What's wrong?"
She felt weird asking him these questions, but what else was there to do? She very well couldn't kill him....not yet at least.
"Why do you care?" He sobbed. "Why did you even take me in? Just leave me. Leave me where the sun will shine on me and I'll be gone. Then I won't have to mess up your life anymore, Buffy. It'll be good. You always told me to leave you alone, and now you won't have to worry about me!"
"Take you in? Mess up my life?....Well slaying in general does mess up my life, considering you are a vampire you could be of help to that but....What the hell are you talking about?" She asked.
"You took me in when you found me!" He sobbed. "Why, Buffy?" I deserve to be in pain. "I deserved the things you did for me. I deserved you using me for sex. I-"
"What?" She almost yelled. Using him for sex? Why would she *ever* have sex with Spike?
This is it, she thought. Spike's definitely gone insane.
He didn't speak as he curled up into a fetal position on the ground and continued to sob.
"Sex?" She spoke up.
He looked up at her, ignoring her question, "You know I love you Buffy, but-"
"WHAT THE HELL?!" She screamed, her eyes as big as saucers. Did he just say that he loved her?
The sudden outburst caused Spike to look up at her.
And that's when she saw it. It was true, he was in love with her....the adoration in his eyes. Just the way he looked at her. She felt as if she was going to be sick. Spike in love with her?
He must of had too much to drink, Buffy thought. Why else would Spike look at her like that, let alone *say* he was in love with her?
A sudden wave of dizziness hit her and she steadied herself again a tombstone. This was just too much for one night. Being pushed through Acathla and who-knows-where, Xander talking nonsense, Spike going from screaming at her to utter adoration.
Then it hit her, it had to be a spell! Someone was putting a spell on Sunnydale, what else would it be? Spike didn't love her! She sighed in relief. That had to be the solution....
****
Twenty-one year old Buffy Summers' sighed, "Spike." She simply stated. "Just come home with me. Dawn is probably worried sick by now."
"Dawn?" Spike asked, pulling out his fifth cigarette. "Who's Dawn? Or did you say Don?"
"Dawn, my little sister....you know the one you love and took care of while I was dead...." Buffy said, trying to refresh his memory.
"Dead? Love? Took care of?" Spike asked, choking on the cigarette smoke. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"Spike," Buffy sighed, exasperated. "My Sister, you dumbass. You know Dawn. Would you like me to spell her name out? D-A-W-"
"I know how to spell the bloody name, Slayer." Spike growled. "But I don't know what the bloody hell you're going on about. You finally HAVE gone off your rocker, haven't you?"
"Wha?" Buffy asked. "No...no rocker going off here, I think your the one who went off the deep end Spike. I mean you can't even remember Dawn!"
"From what I remember you don't even have a sister! Is she little?" Spike asked. "You know, I could've always gone through her to get to you...."
She slapped him, sending him reeling back startled. But the two didn't have time to dwell on the smack as they both heard an agonzing scream from the other end of the graveyard.
Buffy took off running while Spike followed slowly and uninterestedly behind her.
Yet, suddenly and unexpectedly she came to an abrupt halt, making Spike knock into her and fall backwards.
"Bloody hell, Slayer." He hissed. Yet, he looked up to see why she had stopped so suddenly. The site made him freeze where he was half sitting up on the ground.
For he saw himself and another Buffy staring right back at them.
He promptly fainted.
TBC....
AN: Getting more exciting, eh? *laughs evilly* Well, sorry this chapter was shorter than the last one and all, but I just HAD to leave you on a cliff-hanger.
And please, Don't forget to leave reviews!
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: Thank you all so much for all your encouraging reviews! I really wasn't sure about the last chapter I put up, but from all the reviews recieved in one night, I'm guessing it was. Well, take your seats kiddies, and don't forget to hold on cuz another chapter is coming your way.....
Chapter Four
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers stood there in silence as she watched the vampire sob pitifully at her feet. She felt frozen. She didn't know whether to comfort him or kick him.
She prayed that he would stop sobbing and try to kill her like old times. It would be easier than, right? Even bickering like they always did would be fine! But Spike begging her to kill him? It was so....well to put it frankly, weird and so un-Spike like.
"Spike," She started. "What's wrong?"
She felt weird asking him these questions, but what else was there to do? She very well couldn't kill him....not yet at least.
"Why do you care?" He sobbed. "Why did you even take me in? Just leave me. Leave me where the sun will shine on me and I'll be gone. Then I won't have to mess up your life anymore, Buffy. It'll be good. You always told me to leave you alone, and now you won't have to worry about me!"
"Take you in? Mess up my life?....Well slaying in general does mess up my life, considering you are a vampire you could be of help to that but....What the hell are you talking about?" She asked.
"You took me in when you found me!" He sobbed. "Why, Buffy?" I deserve to be in pain. "I deserved the things you did for me. I deserved you using me for sex. I-"
"What?" She almost yelled. Using him for sex? Why would she *ever* have sex with Spike?
This is it, she thought. Spike's definitely gone insane.
He didn't speak as he curled up into a fetal position on the ground and continued to sob.
"Sex?" She spoke up.
He looked up at her, ignoring her question, "You know I love you Buffy, but-"
"WHAT THE HELL?!" She screamed, her eyes as big as saucers. Did he just say that he loved her?
The sudden outburst caused Spike to look up at her.
And that's when she saw it. It was true, he was in love with her....the adoration in his eyes. Just the way he looked at her. She felt as if she was going to be sick. Spike in love with her?
He must of had too much to drink, Buffy thought. Why else would Spike look at her like that, let alone *say* he was in love with her?
A sudden wave of dizziness hit her and she steadied herself again a tombstone. This was just too much for one night. Being pushed through Acathla and who-knows-where, Xander talking nonsense, Spike going from screaming at her to utter adoration.
Then it hit her, it had to be a spell! Someone was putting a spell on Sunnydale, what else would it be? Spike didn't love her! She sighed in relief. That had to be the solution....
****
Twenty-one year old Buffy Summers' sighed, "Spike." She simply stated. "Just come home with me. Dawn is probably worried sick by now."
"Dawn?" Spike asked, pulling out his fifth cigarette. "Who's Dawn? Or did you say Don?"
"Dawn, my little sister....you know the one you love and took care of while I was dead...." Buffy said, trying to refresh his memory.
"Dead? Love? Took care of?" Spike asked, choking on the cigarette smoke. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"Spike," Buffy sighed, exasperated. "My Sister, you dumbass. You know Dawn. Would you like me to spell her name out? D-A-W-"
"I know how to spell the bloody name, Slayer." Spike growled. "But I don't know what the bloody hell you're going on about. You finally HAVE gone off your rocker, haven't you?"
"Wha?" Buffy asked. "No...no rocker going off here, I think your the one who went off the deep end Spike. I mean you can't even remember Dawn!"
"From what I remember you don't even have a sister! Is she little?" Spike asked. "You know, I could've always gone through her to get to you...."
She slapped him, sending him reeling back startled. But the two didn't have time to dwell on the smack as they both heard an agonzing scream from the other end of the graveyard.
Buffy took off running while Spike followed slowly and uninterestedly behind her.
Yet, suddenly and unexpectedly she came to an abrupt halt, making Spike knock into her and fall backwards.
"Bloody hell, Slayer." He hissed. Yet, he looked up to see why she had stopped so suddenly. The site made him freeze where he was half sitting up on the ground.
For he saw himself and another Buffy staring right back at them.
He promptly fainted.
TBC....
AN: Getting more exciting, eh? *laughs evilly* Well, sorry this chapter was shorter than the last one and all, but I just HAD to leave you on a cliff-hanger.
And please, Don't forget to leave reviews!