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: I'm sorry it took so long for me to update, school has been really hard on me this week. Hopefully I'll be able to update sooner next time. I don't know though. I'll try my best.
Chapter Nine
The brunette vampire jingled the chains that held her to the crypt wall while glancing back and forth from 2002-Spike to the two Buffy's.
"No, no, the pixies said this wasn't supposed to be the game!" Drusilla shook her head back and forth while looking directly at Spike.
"Forget the bloody pixies for a second Dru," Spike sighed, running a hand through his tousled bleached locks.
"Heart so full of the wrong feelings. Need other, other," Drusilla was mumbling.
Spike grabbed her suddenly, violently grabbing her by the shoulders, "You're here for the other Spike, pet?" Spike paused, and when he didn't get an answer, continued, "You're not going to get him. Taking him would screw up a whole other timeline."
"Spike," She smiled. "But there will be so much fun! Dancing fairies and pretty pixies will rejoice-"
"Shut up," Spike nearly growled. "Please just shut up."
"Yes and in my time you wanted her back," 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke up.
"You shut up too," Spike glared at her.
2002-Buffy walked up to Spike, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"
He sighed, "I....I don't know. Too much stuff's going on right now."
She looked up at him, genuine worry reflecting in her eyes, "Do you want us to take care of her? You could always go home and lay down."
He looked down at her, smiling slightly, "It's okay, luv." He brushed a piece of stray blonde hair out of her eyes, "I'll be fine."
"I really don't like to see myself that close to Spike." 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke. "And you're whispering which is even scarier."
"More scary," 2002-Buffy corrected her. "And for the record-shut up."
"No it's not more scary-" 1998-Buffy sighed. "Well, why don't we just leave Drusilla here and go home?" 1998-Buffy looked thoughtful, "Or better yet let her take Spike."
"Yes," Drusilla was nodding her head. "I like that plan much better."
"No," 2002-Buffy said. "She's not taking Spike. And we can't leave her because she might escape."
"She won't." Spike spoke up. "Those chains will hold her pretty well, plus it's going to be light out soon. We'll check on her later."
"You sure?" 2002-Buffy spoke up.
'I'm sure." He replied.
****
She woke up at eleven a.m. and 2002-Buffy was still beat. Of course not getting a whole nights sleep would account for that, plus, they didn't get into bed the first time until about 3 or 4. Buffy yawned.
Rolling over indicated that Spike had already gotten up. He wasn't anywhere in sight. So, hopping out of bed and throwing on a tank top and sweat pants she headed downstairs.
And, sure enough, everyone else was up.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up?" 2002-Buffy asked as she approached a livingroom full of people.
"We tried," 2002-Spike replied. "You punched me in the nose in thanks."
"Opps. Sorry." She replied, taking a seat next to him. "You okay?"
"Fine." He replied.
She nodded, looking up at everyone, "So are we looking for spells on how to get tweedle dee and tweedle dum back where they belong?"
"Hey!" 1998-Spike said. "I resent that."
"That was pretty mean." 1998-Buffy said. "He's the 'dum' one, right?"
2002-Buffy shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips, "Let's just get to work. Alright?"
"Actually," Giles, who was sitting next to an exhausted looking Willow spoke. "We've called Anya and Xander and they're coming over to help."
"Xander," Buffy groaned. "He's gonna like faint and stake Spike one and Spike two all at once."
"Well he's found out some useful information." Giles replied.
"The whelp found useful info?" 2002-Spike asked.
2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at him while Giles ignored him.
"So how long until they get here?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Around an hour, they both have some business to attend to." Giles shook his head. "I really hope Anya isn't maiming anyone."
"So the plan is just to sit here for an hour?" 2002-Buffy asked. "Well forget that." She stood up, grabbing her Spike by the arm. "Come with me."
The two left the room and soon enough everyone was clearing out doing their own things. Everyone, that is, besides 1998-Buffy and Spike.
Spike absently drummed his fingers on a nearby table looking over at Buffy.
"Would you stop that?" She asked. "Or I *will* tie you up again."
He smirked, drumming his fingers louder, "Make me."
"I will." She jumped on him, tackling to the ground while pinning his arms above his head.
"Oooo," Spike smirked, rubbing his tongue along his blunt teeth. "I didn't know you were like that other Buffy-"
"Eww," She let go of him. "I know she seems really close to the other you, but I'm not that-"
She was cut off by Spike flipping her over and pinning her under him, "Gotcha now."
"Get offa me." She tried to push him off.
"Make me." He smirked, his face mere inches from her own and his blue eyes glinting threateningly.
She attempted to brush him off again this time, bucking into him and feeling something 'pop up' she really didn't want to feel. She looked at him disgustedly and attempted to push him off of her again.
"What you're saying fighting doesn't make you horny, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"No!" Her eyes sparked with anger, though her body was responding in different ways. "You pig!"
Spike inhaled sharply, "Sure does smell like it."
Her face than proceeded to turn a bright shade of pink as she attempted to push him off her again.
"Stop fighting it." Spike smirked.
"I would NEVER do an-" She started but was cut off when his lips met hers sharply and forcefully.
She responded to the kiss quickly, prodding with her tongue for entrance to his mouth. He allowed and she kissed him deeper, both now rolling around on the floor.
Than, suddenly she pulled away.
"Oh god," She looked disgusted as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and realizing she was now on top of him, she took off running upstairs.
Spike looked in her direction, sitting up, "Buffy!"
TBC....
AN: I apologize for the lack of action in the chapter. No wait there was action but, but, ......you know what I mean....
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: I'm sorry it took so long for me to update, school has been really hard on me this week. Hopefully I'll be able to update sooner next time. I don't know though. I'll try my best.
Chapter Nine
The brunette vampire jingled the chains that held her to the crypt wall while glancing back and forth from 2002-Spike to the two Buffy's.
"No, no, the pixies said this wasn't supposed to be the game!" Drusilla shook her head back and forth while looking directly at Spike.
"Forget the bloody pixies for a second Dru," Spike sighed, running a hand through his tousled bleached locks.
"Heart so full of the wrong feelings. Need other, other," Drusilla was mumbling.
Spike grabbed her suddenly, violently grabbing her by the shoulders, "You're here for the other Spike, pet?" Spike paused, and when he didn't get an answer, continued, "You're not going to get him. Taking him would screw up a whole other timeline."
"Spike," She smiled. "But there will be so much fun! Dancing fairies and pretty pixies will rejoice-"
"Shut up," Spike nearly growled. "Please just shut up."
"Yes and in my time you wanted her back," 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke up.
"You shut up too," Spike glared at her.
2002-Buffy walked up to Spike, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"
He sighed, "I....I don't know. Too much stuff's going on right now."
She looked up at him, genuine worry reflecting in her eyes, "Do you want us to take care of her? You could always go home and lay down."
He looked down at her, smiling slightly, "It's okay, luv." He brushed a piece of stray blonde hair out of her eyes, "I'll be fine."
"I really don't like to see myself that close to Spike." 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke. "And you're whispering which is even scarier."
"More scary," 2002-Buffy corrected her. "And for the record-shut up."
"No it's not more scary-" 1998-Buffy sighed. "Well, why don't we just leave Drusilla here and go home?" 1998-Buffy looked thoughtful, "Or better yet let her take Spike."
"Yes," Drusilla was nodding her head. "I like that plan much better."
"No," 2002-Buffy said. "She's not taking Spike. And we can't leave her because she might escape."
"She won't." Spike spoke up. "Those chains will hold her pretty well, plus it's going to be light out soon. We'll check on her later."
"You sure?" 2002-Buffy spoke up.
'I'm sure." He replied.
****
She woke up at eleven a.m. and 2002-Buffy was still beat. Of course not getting a whole nights sleep would account for that, plus, they didn't get into bed the first time until about 3 or 4. Buffy yawned.
Rolling over indicated that Spike had already gotten up. He wasn't anywhere in sight. So, hopping out of bed and throwing on a tank top and sweat pants she headed downstairs.
And, sure enough, everyone else was up.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up?" 2002-Buffy asked as she approached a livingroom full of people.
"We tried," 2002-Spike replied. "You punched me in the nose in thanks."
"Opps. Sorry." She replied, taking a seat next to him. "You okay?"
"Fine." He replied.
She nodded, looking up at everyone, "So are we looking for spells on how to get tweedle dee and tweedle dum back where they belong?"
"Hey!" 1998-Spike said. "I resent that."
"That was pretty mean." 1998-Buffy said. "He's the 'dum' one, right?"
2002-Buffy shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips, "Let's just get to work. Alright?"
"Actually," Giles, who was sitting next to an exhausted looking Willow spoke. "We've called Anya and Xander and they're coming over to help."
"Xander," Buffy groaned. "He's gonna like faint and stake Spike one and Spike two all at once."
"Well he's found out some useful information." Giles replied.
"The whelp found useful info?" 2002-Spike asked.
2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at him while Giles ignored him.
"So how long until they get here?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Around an hour, they both have some business to attend to." Giles shook his head. "I really hope Anya isn't maiming anyone."
"So the plan is just to sit here for an hour?" 2002-Buffy asked. "Well forget that." She stood up, grabbing her Spike by the arm. "Come with me."
The two left the room and soon enough everyone was clearing out doing their own things. Everyone, that is, besides 1998-Buffy and Spike.
Spike absently drummed his fingers on a nearby table looking over at Buffy.
"Would you stop that?" She asked. "Or I *will* tie you up again."
He smirked, drumming his fingers louder, "Make me."
"I will." She jumped on him, tackling to the ground while pinning his arms above his head.
"Oooo," Spike smirked, rubbing his tongue along his blunt teeth. "I didn't know you were like that other Buffy-"
"Eww," She let go of him. "I know she seems really close to the other you, but I'm not that-"
She was cut off by Spike flipping her over and pinning her under him, "Gotcha now."
"Get offa me." She tried to push him off.
"Make me." He smirked, his face mere inches from her own and his blue eyes glinting threateningly.
She attempted to brush him off again this time, bucking into him and feeling something 'pop up' she really didn't want to feel. She looked at him disgustedly and attempted to push him off of her again.
"What you're saying fighting doesn't make you horny, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"No!" Her eyes sparked with anger, though her body was responding in different ways. "You pig!"
Spike inhaled sharply, "Sure does smell like it."
Her face than proceeded to turn a bright shade of pink as she attempted to push him off her again.
"Stop fighting it." Spike smirked.
"I would NEVER do an-" She started but was cut off when his lips met hers sharply and forcefully.
She responded to the kiss quickly, prodding with her tongue for entrance to his mouth. He allowed and she kissed him deeper, both now rolling around on the floor.
Than, suddenly she pulled away.
"Oh god," She looked disgusted as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and realizing she was now on top of him, she took off running upstairs.
Spike looked in her direction, sitting up, "Buffy!"
TBC....
AN: I apologize for the lack of action in the chapter. No wait there was action but, but, ......you know what I mean....
Please review.