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: Hehe, yup another chapter! Again, thankies for all the awsome reviews! You know, school does really come in handy for writing stories sometimes.....
Chapter Six
"WHAT?" 2002-Buffy repeated. Spike DIDN'T just say he had a soul.....
She quickly dropped his head out of her lap and on to the cool wet ground of the graveyard.
"I can't deal with this." She said, standing up. "This....this is just to much." She was near tears now. With a soul would she actually be able to resist him?
2002-Spike sat up, rubbing his head. He looked up at Buffy, "Do you think *I* can even deal?" Spike shot, anger over taking him. "How can you say YOU can't deal?....Do you even understand how much it hurts?" He sighed, shaking his head. "Of course you don't. You'll NEVER understand."
"Spike...." She started.
"Don't." He replied. "Just don't."
"Wait," 1998-Spike spoke up suddenly. "I'm a bloody pounce in the future?"
"Shut up," 2002-Buffy and Spike shot at the same time.
Suddenly, a light laughing could be heard a few feet away from 2002-Buffy and Spike. It was 1998-Buffy, she was on the ground giggling. Everyone looked at her curiously.
"What?" She asked when everyone looked at her. "You HAVE to admit, Spike with a soul is pretty funny." Three glares were shot her way and she quickly replied, "....or not."
"Look," 2002-Buffy started. "Everyone just come with me so we can deal with you guys right now." She nodded towards her past self and Spike.
"I think I'll just go-" 2002-Spike started, looking towards his crypt.
"Oh no you don't," Buffy grabbed his arm. "You're coming with me."
****
Willow sighed as she looked at the tall English man to her right.
"Giles," She started. "I don't think I can face them....not after what I-I did." She looked to be near tears as she finished her sentence.
"Willow," He sighed, taking off his glasses and cleaning them with a handkerchief. "We've been through this. Yes, you made a huge mistake, but Willow, you know we all love you. We made it all the way back to Sunnydale for more than you becoming petrified. Yes, it's going to be hard, but isn't it worth getting your friends, back?"
She looked back up at the middle-aged made, a few tears falling onto her smooth cheeks, "But I'm so scared."
Giles took the redhead into his arms with a fatherly embrace, "I know Willow, I know."
****
Twenty-one year old Buffy Summers walked into her kitchen, the two vampires and the other Slayer left in the living room.
"Dawn," She said hesitantly, walking up to her sister who, at the moment, was pigging out on Pringles.
"Spike!" Dawn immediately shouted. "Is he okay?!"
"I'm right here, Nibblet." Her Spike suddenly walked into the room, making Buffy jump.
"You're not in pain?" Dawn asked.
"Not at the moment." Spike replied.
She nodded and than walked up to him, slapping him. That sent him reeling back startled, a pained expression cross his face.
"That was for doing what you did to my sister." She said simply.
Spike's eyes grew wide, and he quickly wiped away a tear, "How did you....?"
"Xander." Dawn replied.
"Dawn," Buffy started. "Please don't....He's different." She was afraid of Spike break down again, or worse, becoming insane.
Dawn looked over at Buffy, raising an eyebrow much like Spike did a lot, "Different?"
"Ask him." Buffy replied.
"Spike," Dawn started. "I love you, I really do. But, please don't try anything like what you did again, capiche?" She walked up to him and enveloped him in a hug. "Now what was this 'being different' thing Buffy said."
He sighed heavily, "Nibblet....I have a soul."
Her eyes widened as he said this, "A soul? How? Why? When? And again with the HOW?"
"Dawnie," Buffy started. "I wanna know these questions too, but right now something more important has come up."
"Wha-" Dawn was in the middle of asking when a loud crash could be heard from the living room followed by a long string of curses.
The three rushed into the living room and Dawn grabbed on to Spike for support when she saw the scene in the living room. For a younger looking Buffy was on top of another Spike, a stake pressed firmly against his chest.
"Bloody hell, Slayer!" The other Spike cursed.
"Buffy!" 2002-Buffy yelled, finding it weird scolding herself. "You over there," She pointed to one side of the living room looking directly at her other self. "And Spike," She pointed to the other side of the room. "you over there."
The two proceeded to walk to the other side of the room glaring at each other when they got where Buffy had put them.
"Could someone please tell me what's going on?!" Dawn suddenly spoke up.
2002-Buffy sighed, "Dawn it seems that the Spike and I from the past were sent here somehow....This is me and Spike from 1998."
Dawn suddenly sat on the couch feeling dizzy, "So wow, this is you like only a year older than me?"
"Yes," Buffy replied.
"And who's this?" 1998-Spike spoke up, looking directly at Dawn. "She looks mighty tasty."
2002-Spike walked behind 1998-Spike and slapped him upside the head, "You harm a hair on her head and I swear to you, I'll kill you even though you're me."
"Why do you have to be such a poof?" 1998-Spike asked.
"Love." 2002-Spike simply stated.
"But she looks like such a tasty little thing...." 1998-Spike whined, letting himself trail off.
"Her name is Dawn," 2002-Spike growled.
"But who is she really?" 1998-Buffy asked.
"Our sister," 2002-Buffy replied. "Well at least just mine right now."
"Huh? But she's too old for me not to know about her. I would know if I had a sister." 1998-Buffy said, looking confused.
"She was created by monks, memories were built. She was made out of me. Don't ask, you'll eventually find out anyway." 2002-Buffy said, smiling warmly at Dawn.
"Still looks like a tasty treat to me," 1998-Spike said nonchalantly.
"I swear," 2002-Spike barked. "If you threaten her life ONE more time I'll rip your head off your shoulders and go bowling with it."
"Why don't you just rip your own head off?" 1998-Spike said. "It'd be a lot easier on your part."
2002-Spike narrowed his eyes and growled.
"Just shut up you two!" 2002-Buffy yelled. "....Or one, or one that's two..." She furrowed her brow. "Oh whatever!" She sighed. "We really have to figure out what's going on."
"How are we going to do that?" 1998-Buffy asked. "We need Willow or Giles....or someone."
"Willow and Giles are in England," 2002-Buffy replied, than turned towards the door as the sound of the doorbell was heard.
Quickly she walked up to the door and pulled it open, only to reveal exactly who they had been talking about.
"Speak of the devil," She mumbled quietly as she looked over at the two.
Willow looked physically and mentally drained. Her red gaur was a mess, she didn't seem to be holding herself up too well, and her eyes just looked so....tired....tired of it all. Buffy recognized that look, she had had one the same after she had come back. Yet, Giles looked indifferent. He did look a little tired, but she imagined it was only from the flight here.
Actually, she hadn't seen Willow since she had gone on her black magick rampage. The day after the almost-apocalypse Willow and Giles had immediately taken a flight back to England. And now three months later, Willow was back. Of course it was in the worst of time, one where they couldn't talk.
"Giles, Willow," She greeted, saying Willow's name a little hesitantly. "I'm glad you're here." She spoke. "We kinda have a little problem and could do with some help...."
TBC....
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: Hehe, yup another chapter! Again, thankies for all the awsome reviews! You know, school does really come in handy for writing stories sometimes.....
Chapter Six
"WHAT?" 2002-Buffy repeated. Spike DIDN'T just say he had a soul.....
She quickly dropped his head out of her lap and on to the cool wet ground of the graveyard.
"I can't deal with this." She said, standing up. "This....this is just to much." She was near tears now. With a soul would she actually be able to resist him?
2002-Spike sat up, rubbing his head. He looked up at Buffy, "Do you think *I* can even deal?" Spike shot, anger over taking him. "How can you say YOU can't deal?....Do you even understand how much it hurts?" He sighed, shaking his head. "Of course you don't. You'll NEVER understand."
"Spike...." She started.
"Don't." He replied. "Just don't."
"Wait," 1998-Spike spoke up suddenly. "I'm a bloody pounce in the future?"
"Shut up," 2002-Buffy and Spike shot at the same time.
Suddenly, a light laughing could be heard a few feet away from 2002-Buffy and Spike. It was 1998-Buffy, she was on the ground giggling. Everyone looked at her curiously.
"What?" She asked when everyone looked at her. "You HAVE to admit, Spike with a soul is pretty funny." Three glares were shot her way and she quickly replied, "....or not."
"Look," 2002-Buffy started. "Everyone just come with me so we can deal with you guys right now." She nodded towards her past self and Spike.
"I think I'll just go-" 2002-Spike started, looking towards his crypt.
"Oh no you don't," Buffy grabbed his arm. "You're coming with me."
****
Willow sighed as she looked at the tall English man to her right.
"Giles," She started. "I don't think I can face them....not after what I-I did." She looked to be near tears as she finished her sentence.
"Willow," He sighed, taking off his glasses and cleaning them with a handkerchief. "We've been through this. Yes, you made a huge mistake, but Willow, you know we all love you. We made it all the way back to Sunnydale for more than you becoming petrified. Yes, it's going to be hard, but isn't it worth getting your friends, back?"
She looked back up at the middle-aged made, a few tears falling onto her smooth cheeks, "But I'm so scared."
Giles took the redhead into his arms with a fatherly embrace, "I know Willow, I know."
****
Twenty-one year old Buffy Summers walked into her kitchen, the two vampires and the other Slayer left in the living room.
"Dawn," She said hesitantly, walking up to her sister who, at the moment, was pigging out on Pringles.
"Spike!" Dawn immediately shouted. "Is he okay?!"
"I'm right here, Nibblet." Her Spike suddenly walked into the room, making Buffy jump.
"You're not in pain?" Dawn asked.
"Not at the moment." Spike replied.
She nodded and than walked up to him, slapping him. That sent him reeling back startled, a pained expression cross his face.
"That was for doing what you did to my sister." She said simply.
Spike's eyes grew wide, and he quickly wiped away a tear, "How did you....?"
"Xander." Dawn replied.
"Dawn," Buffy started. "Please don't....He's different." She was afraid of Spike break down again, or worse, becoming insane.
Dawn looked over at Buffy, raising an eyebrow much like Spike did a lot, "Different?"
"Ask him." Buffy replied.
"Spike," Dawn started. "I love you, I really do. But, please don't try anything like what you did again, capiche?" She walked up to him and enveloped him in a hug. "Now what was this 'being different' thing Buffy said."
He sighed heavily, "Nibblet....I have a soul."
Her eyes widened as he said this, "A soul? How? Why? When? And again with the HOW?"
"Dawnie," Buffy started. "I wanna know these questions too, but right now something more important has come up."
"Wha-" Dawn was in the middle of asking when a loud crash could be heard from the living room followed by a long string of curses.
The three rushed into the living room and Dawn grabbed on to Spike for support when she saw the scene in the living room. For a younger looking Buffy was on top of another Spike, a stake pressed firmly against his chest.
"Bloody hell, Slayer!" The other Spike cursed.
"Buffy!" 2002-Buffy yelled, finding it weird scolding herself. "You over there," She pointed to one side of the living room looking directly at her other self. "And Spike," She pointed to the other side of the room. "you over there."
The two proceeded to walk to the other side of the room glaring at each other when they got where Buffy had put them.
"Could someone please tell me what's going on?!" Dawn suddenly spoke up.
2002-Buffy sighed, "Dawn it seems that the Spike and I from the past were sent here somehow....This is me and Spike from 1998."
Dawn suddenly sat on the couch feeling dizzy, "So wow, this is you like only a year older than me?"
"Yes," Buffy replied.
"And who's this?" 1998-Spike spoke up, looking directly at Dawn. "She looks mighty tasty."
2002-Spike walked behind 1998-Spike and slapped him upside the head, "You harm a hair on her head and I swear to you, I'll kill you even though you're me."
"Why do you have to be such a poof?" 1998-Spike asked.
"Love." 2002-Spike simply stated.
"But she looks like such a tasty little thing...." 1998-Spike whined, letting himself trail off.
"Her name is Dawn," 2002-Spike growled.
"But who is she really?" 1998-Buffy asked.
"Our sister," 2002-Buffy replied. "Well at least just mine right now."
"Huh? But she's too old for me not to know about her. I would know if I had a sister." 1998-Buffy said, looking confused.
"She was created by monks, memories were built. She was made out of me. Don't ask, you'll eventually find out anyway." 2002-Buffy said, smiling warmly at Dawn.
"Still looks like a tasty treat to me," 1998-Spike said nonchalantly.
"I swear," 2002-Spike barked. "If you threaten her life ONE more time I'll rip your head off your shoulders and go bowling with it."
"Why don't you just rip your own head off?" 1998-Spike said. "It'd be a lot easier on your part."
2002-Spike narrowed his eyes and growled.
"Just shut up you two!" 2002-Buffy yelled. "....Or one, or one that's two..." She furrowed her brow. "Oh whatever!" She sighed. "We really have to figure out what's going on."
"How are we going to do that?" 1998-Buffy asked. "We need Willow or Giles....or someone."
"Willow and Giles are in England," 2002-Buffy replied, than turned towards the door as the sound of the doorbell was heard.
Quickly she walked up to the door and pulled it open, only to reveal exactly who they had been talking about.
"Speak of the devil," She mumbled quietly as she looked over at the two.
Willow looked physically and mentally drained. Her red gaur was a mess, she didn't seem to be holding herself up too well, and her eyes just looked so....tired....tired of it all. Buffy recognized that look, she had had one the same after she had come back. Yet, Giles looked indifferent. He did look a little tired, but she imagined it was only from the flight here.
Actually, she hadn't seen Willow since she had gone on her black magick rampage. The day after the almost-apocalypse Willow and Giles had immediately taken a flight back to England. And now three months later, Willow was back. Of course it was in the worst of time, one where they couldn't talk.
"Giles, Willow," She greeted, saying Willow's name a little hesitantly. "I'm glad you're here." She spoke. "We kinda have a little problem and could do with some help...."
TBC....
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