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: My whole computer froze twice so I HAD to write this whole chapter over again, I hope it's as good as it was before this stupid thing froze. And sorry I ended up posting it a day late cuz of the stupid computer....grrrrrrrrr.
Chapter Eight
Buffy sighed, rolling over on her side in bed. Light breathing could be heard from the floor where she had let Spike sleep for the night. She guessed the souled vampire breathed out of habit, it was kind of cute though....She shook her head. Why was she thinking Spike was cute?
"Buffy," His tired voice came from beside her bed. "Are you still up luv? I hear you tossing and turning up there."
"Can't sleep," She replied, staring at the ceiling, her hands folded comfortably on her stomach.
"Me neither." He replied, standing up. "Mind if I....?" He looked down at the bed, not sure if she'd let him lay down next to her so they could talk.
"Sure." She scooted over, letting him slide in comfortably next to her.
"Floor's kinda hard anyway," Spike smirked.
"You can sleep up here if you want...." Buffy blushed, thanking the shadows silently that they hid her crimson cheeks.
He smiled, "If that's okay with you."
"It is." She smiled, turning over to face him. "As long as you keep your hands to yourself." She teased.
"Don't know if I can do that luv," He smirked, teasing her back, he than sighed. "The kiss before....What-What was that?"
She looked over at him, "Spike I still have feelings for you. I really do. But, right now I don't know what I'm going to do with them. What....what you did to me before it still hurts when I think about it so I don't know if I *can* be with you. But, maybe....just be patient okay?"
He nodded, not replying once she said this.
"Did I upset you?" She asked.
He looked over at her, "It is better than you saying we *don't* have a chance, luv." He ran his hand lightly down her arm, and she found herself shivering from his touch. He smirked, "I'll let YOU figure out what you want though."
And with that said he turned over in bed, facing away from her, "G'night, luv." He mumbled.
"Goodnight, Spike."
****
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers couldn't sleep. Too much had happened to her in the past few hours. Her mind was on overload with what was going on. And what didn't help was that her "sister" of the future was laying in bed next to her. Everything was so confusing.
Slipping out of bed, Buffy slowly made her way down stairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water. What she didn't remember was that Spike was chained to a chair in the kitchen.
When she saw him she giggled quietly. He was in an awkward position. For his hands and legs were chained to the chair, his head was leaned back, and his eyes were closed....he was even snoring!
He opened his eyes groggily when he heard her giggling.
"Please unchain me." Was the first thing he said when he saw her.
"Not a chance in hell," She replied, grabbing a bottle of Zephyrhills Spring water out of the refrigerator. She sipped it slowly, leaning against the counter.
"Slayer," He whined. "Do you have any idea how much these bloody things hurt!"
"Shut up you big baby," She rolled her eyes. "You're gonna wake everyone in the house!"
"What do I bloody care?" He grumbled.
"Want to ever get unchained?" She asked, than walked close to him, pushing her hair away from her neck, and started to run her finger up and down the bare skin. "....Ever taste human blood again?" She sighed, "Not that I'd let you...."
Spike was practically drooling, "Slayer." He moaned.
She looked back at him, "Guess you're gonna have to drink pig's blood while you're here." She smiled at the disgusted look on his face.
Spike was about to complain when he spotted the key to his chains laying on the table. Who would be stupid enough to leave this here?
Buffy, realizing what he was looking at leaning over him and snatched it off the table, giving Spike a good look down her blouse, letting him see everything.
Spike smirked, "Next time you lean over me think about wearing a bra."
You're a pig Spike!" She slapped him, not believing what had just come out of his mouth.
"Well wasn't my fault I could see everything." He shrugged.
"Everything?" She blushed.
"Yup," He smirked. "Nipples and all."
She punched him in the nose.
"Ow!" He yelled. "Bloody hell!" He looked up at her, anger evident on his face. "It's not my fault you weren't wearing a bra!"
"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" She asked, hands defiantly on her hips.
Suddenly and unexpectedly a loud crash could be heard coming from the living room. She rushed into see Giles waking up.
"What was that?" Giles asked.
"I-I don't know." She said, looking around.
Just then 2002-Buffy and Spike came rushing down the stairs. Buffy was in her skimpy nightwear and Spike was only in a pair of jeans, his hair wasn't even slicked down.
"What was that?" 2002-Buffy repeated the same question Giles had asked.
"What the bloody hell is going on?!" 1998-Spike shouted from the kitchen. "Someone untie me!"
2002-Buffy quickly grabbed a coat off a nearby coat rack wrapping it around her body, "It came from outside right?"
"Well since nothing seems to be disturbed inside, that is what I assume." Giles replied.
"Right." 2002-Spike looked at his Buffy and they both headed outside.
What Spike saw made him stop in his tracks, for Drusilla was rolling around on the ground laughing madly while pitching rocks at a nearby mailbox.
"Great your crazy ex is back," Buffy mumbled.
Spike ignored her as he approached the insane vampire, "What do you want Dru?"
She looked up at him giggling madly, than turned her head towards the house, "My Spike is back!" She yelled. "He's on the wrong plate but he is back!"
"Dru," Spike said. "That's not *your* Spike. You don't have a Spike. Get the bloody hell out of here."
She looked up at him, her finger pointing at him accusingly, "Naughty. Naughty." She tsked. "You aren't my Spike. You're William. William. William. William." She giggled.
"Dru I'm warning you...." Spike said.
Buffy looked over at Spike, "What should we do about her?"
Just than 1998-Buffy rushed out, "What's-" She looked at Drusilla and uttered a single word, "Oh."
"Yeah." 2002-Buffy sighed. "You can say that again. It looks like Drusilla here has come for the Spike from your time....or dimension."
"Make them evil. Make them all evil. Angelus, Spike, Darla, Slayer, sister, watcher, friends...." Drusilla was mumbling. "Evil. Too many souls. Miss Edith says too many souls....Souls. Souls. Souls."
"Shut your hole Dru," Spike sighed.
She giggled, "Spike. Naughty. Naughty. You're bad...." She twisted her face up. "Bad. Good. Good. Bad."
"Should we chain her up?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Well she's not invited into your house which is good, so I'd say we take her somewhere else to chain her up." Spike suggested. "My crypt would be good."
2002-Buffy nodded, "Lets take her there then."
"Yeah," Spike said. "We really shouldn't let her get contact with the other me. She might want to take him somewhere and leave with him....and we have to send him and that Buffy both back to their dimension."
2002-Buffy nodded, "So to your crypt then?"
"Let's go." He said.
TBC....
AN: I hope this chappy was good, I know not much happened but something did happen! LOL. Hope you enjoyed and 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: My whole computer froze twice so I HAD to write this whole chapter over again, I hope it's as good as it was before this stupid thing froze. And sorry I ended up posting it a day late cuz of the stupid computer....grrrrrrrrr.
Chapter Eight
Buffy sighed, rolling over on her side in bed. Light breathing could be heard from the floor where she had let Spike sleep for the night. She guessed the souled vampire breathed out of habit, it was kind of cute though....She shook her head. Why was she thinking Spike was cute?
"Buffy," His tired voice came from beside her bed. "Are you still up luv? I hear you tossing and turning up there."
"Can't sleep," She replied, staring at the ceiling, her hands folded comfortably on her stomach.
"Me neither." He replied, standing up. "Mind if I....?" He looked down at the bed, not sure if she'd let him lay down next to her so they could talk.
"Sure." She scooted over, letting him slide in comfortably next to her.
"Floor's kinda hard anyway," Spike smirked.
"You can sleep up here if you want...." Buffy blushed, thanking the shadows silently that they hid her crimson cheeks.
He smiled, "If that's okay with you."
"It is." She smiled, turning over to face him. "As long as you keep your hands to yourself." She teased.
"Don't know if I can do that luv," He smirked, teasing her back, he than sighed. "The kiss before....What-What was that?"
She looked over at him, "Spike I still have feelings for you. I really do. But, right now I don't know what I'm going to do with them. What....what you did to me before it still hurts when I think about it so I don't know if I *can* be with you. But, maybe....just be patient okay?"
He nodded, not replying once she said this.
"Did I upset you?" She asked.
He looked over at her, "It is better than you saying we *don't* have a chance, luv." He ran his hand lightly down her arm, and she found herself shivering from his touch. He smirked, "I'll let YOU figure out what you want though."
And with that said he turned over in bed, facing away from her, "G'night, luv." He mumbled.
"Goodnight, Spike."
****
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers couldn't sleep. Too much had happened to her in the past few hours. Her mind was on overload with what was going on. And what didn't help was that her "sister" of the future was laying in bed next to her. Everything was so confusing.
Slipping out of bed, Buffy slowly made her way down stairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water. What she didn't remember was that Spike was chained to a chair in the kitchen.
When she saw him she giggled quietly. He was in an awkward position. For his hands and legs were chained to the chair, his head was leaned back, and his eyes were closed....he was even snoring!
He opened his eyes groggily when he heard her giggling.
"Please unchain me." Was the first thing he said when he saw her.
"Not a chance in hell," She replied, grabbing a bottle of Zephyrhills Spring water out of the refrigerator. She sipped it slowly, leaning against the counter.
"Slayer," He whined. "Do you have any idea how much these bloody things hurt!"
"Shut up you big baby," She rolled her eyes. "You're gonna wake everyone in the house!"
"What do I bloody care?" He grumbled.
"Want to ever get unchained?" She asked, than walked close to him, pushing her hair away from her neck, and started to run her finger up and down the bare skin. "....Ever taste human blood again?" She sighed, "Not that I'd let you...."
Spike was practically drooling, "Slayer." He moaned.
She looked back at him, "Guess you're gonna have to drink pig's blood while you're here." She smiled at the disgusted look on his face.
Spike was about to complain when he spotted the key to his chains laying on the table. Who would be stupid enough to leave this here?
Buffy, realizing what he was looking at leaning over him and snatched it off the table, giving Spike a good look down her blouse, letting him see everything.
Spike smirked, "Next time you lean over me think about wearing a bra."
You're a pig Spike!" She slapped him, not believing what had just come out of his mouth.
"Well wasn't my fault I could see everything." He shrugged.
"Everything?" She blushed.
"Yup," He smirked. "Nipples and all."
She punched him in the nose.
"Ow!" He yelled. "Bloody hell!" He looked up at her, anger evident on his face. "It's not my fault you weren't wearing a bra!"
"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" She asked, hands defiantly on her hips.
Suddenly and unexpectedly a loud crash could be heard coming from the living room. She rushed into see Giles waking up.
"What was that?" Giles asked.
"I-I don't know." She said, looking around.
Just then 2002-Buffy and Spike came rushing down the stairs. Buffy was in her skimpy nightwear and Spike was only in a pair of jeans, his hair wasn't even slicked down.
"What was that?" 2002-Buffy repeated the same question Giles had asked.
"What the bloody hell is going on?!" 1998-Spike shouted from the kitchen. "Someone untie me!"
2002-Buffy quickly grabbed a coat off a nearby coat rack wrapping it around her body, "It came from outside right?"
"Well since nothing seems to be disturbed inside, that is what I assume." Giles replied.
"Right." 2002-Spike looked at his Buffy and they both headed outside.
What Spike saw made him stop in his tracks, for Drusilla was rolling around on the ground laughing madly while pitching rocks at a nearby mailbox.
"Great your crazy ex is back," Buffy mumbled.
Spike ignored her as he approached the insane vampire, "What do you want Dru?"
She looked up at him giggling madly, than turned her head towards the house, "My Spike is back!" She yelled. "He's on the wrong plate but he is back!"
"Dru," Spike said. "That's not *your* Spike. You don't have a Spike. Get the bloody hell out of here."
She looked up at him, her finger pointing at him accusingly, "Naughty. Naughty." She tsked. "You aren't my Spike. You're William. William. William. William." She giggled.
"Dru I'm warning you...." Spike said.
Buffy looked over at Spike, "What should we do about her?"
Just than 1998-Buffy rushed out, "What's-" She looked at Drusilla and uttered a single word, "Oh."
"Yeah." 2002-Buffy sighed. "You can say that again. It looks like Drusilla here has come for the Spike from your time....or dimension."
"Make them evil. Make them all evil. Angelus, Spike, Darla, Slayer, sister, watcher, friends...." Drusilla was mumbling. "Evil. Too many souls. Miss Edith says too many souls....Souls. Souls. Souls."
"Shut your hole Dru," Spike sighed.
She giggled, "Spike. Naughty. Naughty. You're bad...." She twisted her face up. "Bad. Good. Good. Bad."
"Should we chain her up?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Well she's not invited into your house which is good, so I'd say we take her somewhere else to chain her up." Spike suggested. "My crypt would be good."
2002-Buffy nodded, "Lets take her there then."
"Yeah," Spike said. "We really shouldn't let her get contact with the other me. She might want to take him somewhere and leave with him....and we have to send him and that Buffy both back to their dimension."
2002-Buffy nodded, "So to your crypt then?"
"Let's go." He said.
TBC....
AN: I hope this chappy was good, I know not much happened but something did happen! LOL. Hope you enjoyed and please review!