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: Hopefully I'll be able to get the next chappy out as fast as I got this one. Hope you enjoy, I think this chappy was written better than the last last.
Chapter Ten
If Anya were a normal girl, she would of thought Halloween had come early this year. Creatures were littering the streets around where she was, even creatures she did not recognize. And, being a vengeance demon, she would of thought she would of known most creatures on this earth. But, something was off. Something about the earth, that is.
Anya, rushing along the cracked pavement where a 800 pound demon had fallen earlier that day, came across her destination. And, still walking at a brisk pace, she entered the witches layer.
****
2002-Buffy slammed the heavy book shut, letting dust litter all areas around her, and she let out a frustrated sigh, "Giles. We can't come up with anything."
The English-man looked over at his Slayer and sighed also, glancing quickly back at the book he was currently reading, "Buffy. We need to find away to get the you and Spike of the past back where they belong. We can't just quit."
"But Anya was supposed to have arrived over an hour ago." She whined, looking down at the book that lay in her lap, pouting. "She's probably the one who will have useful info on the sending-them-back issue. We've been looking through these books for like, ever. Can't we at least take a little break?"
"Yeah, Rups." 1998-Spike agreed. "I am getting a little stiff in the neck."
Giles looked over at 1998-Spike, clearly annoyed, "You haven't even been helping."
"So?" 1998-Spike raised a scarred eyebrow. "....Your point being?"
Giles sighed, "Fine. Take a break. Whatever you want. I'll go upstairs, check on Willow and work up there."
And at a brisk pace the watcher headed upstairs, four heavy books balancing in his arms.
2002-Buffy turned to her Spike, "I think I got him mad."
He chucked, "That you did, pet." Suddenly a unreadable look came over his face. "We forgot to check on Dru."
"Shit," She mumbled, looking over at Xander who had arrived an hour earlier, half asleep and drooling at the living room coffee table.
"Watch him." She looked at her past self. "I really don't want him," She pointed to past Spike. "To eat Xander."
1998-Spike grinned, "He is annoying and....why would I ever waste my time to bite someone as useless as HIM anyway? His blood probably tastes like rotten eggs."
2002-Buffy nodded, "Well then it's all settled."
And with that, she grabbed 2002-Spike's arm and they both headed out the door.
Once, the two future Slayer and Vampire were gone, 1998-Buffy kept glancing at Spike uneasily. She really hoped he wouldn't try anything like a repeat of earlier. What she had done had been on her mind at all hours. How could she have kissed a souless being such as Spike? Angel was a different story....She grimaced at the memory of Angel. Better not think of him, she mentally scolded herself.
Thankfully, for the time being, Spike seemed extremely interested in the chipped back nail polish on his thumb nail. She sighed in relief, it looked like he wasn't going to try anything with her soon-
"Like what you see Slayer?"
Shit, she mentally scolded herself. Now you've gone and jinxed yourself!
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked instead.
"Well, you're watching me, so I figured you liked what you saw." He looked up at her smirking.
"Why would I? You ugly disgusting pig." She shot, her arms now firmly folded across her chest, more of an act out of nervousness than defiance, but she hoped he didn't notice.
"I really don't think you thought that earlier." He replied casually. "Because I don't think you would've been kissing an ugly disgusting pig."
"Shut up," She shot, both of them now forgetting Xander was asleep only a foot away from them.
"Ooh, good one Slayer. Don't have a comeback? You know I'm right, don't you pet?" He smirked, getting up from where he was seated and walked over to her. "Admit it. You want me."
"Why would I want YOU?" She asked, anger apparent on her features.
"Well who could blame you?" He shot her one of his charming smiles, before grabbing her by the shoulders and bringing his mouth down to hers in a furious and dominating kiss. And, she didn't pull away.
****
"I thought you said these chains would hold her!" 2002-Buffy yelled, in a panic. For Drusilla had somehow escaped the chains that were holding her through the wall. It looked as if a chainsaw had almost drilled right through them, the way they were broken.
"She couldn't have done this on her own, pet." Spike replied. "Someone's helping her."
"Well who would-" Buffy didn't get to finish her sentence as a ditzy feminine voice floated out from the shadows of the crypt.
"Oh Spikey."
Spike turned around rolling his baby blue eyes, "Harm."
She smiled, revealing herself as she walked out of the shadows, "I let your precious Droodzilla go. She was bugging the hell out of me." The female vampire smiled, running a finger sensuously down his arm.
Spike pulled away, annoyed. "I thought you didn't want to see me anymore, Harm. Why'd you come back?"
She smiled, "I was getting lonely, thought we could....you know...."
"Harm," He said. "You stupid bint. You just bulloxed up everything by letting Drusilla go." He turned to Buffy. "She's probably heading to your house, lets go before she gets to him."
She nodded, "Come on."
The two of them started to head out when Harmony yelled, "Wait Spike!"
"What?!" He turned around, almost growling at her.
"You are going to come back later right?" She asked, trying her best to look sexy.
Spike narrowed his eyes at her and then quickly turned around, as he and Buffy charged towards her house.
****
1998-Buffy and Spike didn't notice when the door to the house opened, or when 2002-Buffy and Spike came in talking about not being able to find Drusilla. None of it. They were too absorbed in each other, now laying across the floor, Spike on top of her and he continued to kiss her. Yet, luckily, it wasn't Xander who had noticed them.
2002-Buffy and Spike stood there started as they stared at their other self's making out.
"Um..." 2002-Buffy cleared her throat, finally getting the attention of the two.
1998-Buffy hearing voices, started to panic. And, hesitantly she looked up to find their future self's staring at them in shock and maybe a little bit of humor.
"Uhhh," 1998-Buffy felt herself turn beat read before she rushed upstairs, leaving 1998-Spike laying on the floor, his eyes still glazed and his arousal obvious to everyone in the room.
Then, as quickly as it started, the shock *did* turn into humor and 2002-Buffy burst out laughing, followed closely by 2002-Spike. What was this world coming to?
Yet, suddenly, Anya burst in through the door, finally being the one to rouse Xander. She looked panicked and was wringing her hands nervously together.
"Did you find something out?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"We need to get them back soon." Anya spoke.
"What?" Buffy saw the panicked look on Anya's face. "What's going to happen."
"When you have too much essence of one person in a time or dimension, for example the essence of two of you and two of Spike here would double the amount, well, it kinda creates havoc. Buffy, we have to get them back or else we might have another apocalypse and another time ripping and thinning of the walls between dimensions. We have to get them back, and soon."
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: Hopefully I'll be able to get the next chappy out as fast as I got this one. Hope you enjoy, I think this chappy was written better than the last last.
Chapter Ten
If Anya were a normal girl, she would of thought Halloween had come early this year. Creatures were littering the streets around where she was, even creatures she did not recognize. And, being a vengeance demon, she would of thought she would of known most creatures on this earth. But, something was off. Something about the earth, that is.
Anya, rushing along the cracked pavement where a 800 pound demon had fallen earlier that day, came across her destination. And, still walking at a brisk pace, she entered the witches layer.
****
2002-Buffy slammed the heavy book shut, letting dust litter all areas around her, and she let out a frustrated sigh, "Giles. We can't come up with anything."
The English-man looked over at his Slayer and sighed also, glancing quickly back at the book he was currently reading, "Buffy. We need to find away to get the you and Spike of the past back where they belong. We can't just quit."
"But Anya was supposed to have arrived over an hour ago." She whined, looking down at the book that lay in her lap, pouting. "She's probably the one who will have useful info on the sending-them-back issue. We've been looking through these books for like, ever. Can't we at least take a little break?"
"Yeah, Rups." 1998-Spike agreed. "I am getting a little stiff in the neck."
Giles looked over at 1998-Spike, clearly annoyed, "You haven't even been helping."
"So?" 1998-Spike raised a scarred eyebrow. "....Your point being?"
Giles sighed, "Fine. Take a break. Whatever you want. I'll go upstairs, check on Willow and work up there."
And at a brisk pace the watcher headed upstairs, four heavy books balancing in his arms.
2002-Buffy turned to her Spike, "I think I got him mad."
He chucked, "That you did, pet." Suddenly a unreadable look came over his face. "We forgot to check on Dru."
"Shit," She mumbled, looking over at Xander who had arrived an hour earlier, half asleep and drooling at the living room coffee table.
"Watch him." She looked at her past self. "I really don't want him," She pointed to past Spike. "To eat Xander."
1998-Spike grinned, "He is annoying and....why would I ever waste my time to bite someone as useless as HIM anyway? His blood probably tastes like rotten eggs."
2002-Buffy nodded, "Well then it's all settled."
And with that, she grabbed 2002-Spike's arm and they both headed out the door.
Once, the two future Slayer and Vampire were gone, 1998-Buffy kept glancing at Spike uneasily. She really hoped he wouldn't try anything like a repeat of earlier. What she had done had been on her mind at all hours. How could she have kissed a souless being such as Spike? Angel was a different story....She grimaced at the memory of Angel. Better not think of him, she mentally scolded herself.
Thankfully, for the time being, Spike seemed extremely interested in the chipped back nail polish on his thumb nail. She sighed in relief, it looked like he wasn't going to try anything with her soon-
"Like what you see Slayer?"
Shit, she mentally scolded herself. Now you've gone and jinxed yourself!
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked instead.
"Well, you're watching me, so I figured you liked what you saw." He looked up at her smirking.
"Why would I? You ugly disgusting pig." She shot, her arms now firmly folded across her chest, more of an act out of nervousness than defiance, but she hoped he didn't notice.
"I really don't think you thought that earlier." He replied casually. "Because I don't think you would've been kissing an ugly disgusting pig."
"Shut up," She shot, both of them now forgetting Xander was asleep only a foot away from them.
"Ooh, good one Slayer. Don't have a comeback? You know I'm right, don't you pet?" He smirked, getting up from where he was seated and walked over to her. "Admit it. You want me."
"Why would I want YOU?" She asked, anger apparent on her features.
"Well who could blame you?" He shot her one of his charming smiles, before grabbing her by the shoulders and bringing his mouth down to hers in a furious and dominating kiss. And, she didn't pull away.
****
"I thought you said these chains would hold her!" 2002-Buffy yelled, in a panic. For Drusilla had somehow escaped the chains that were holding her through the wall. It looked as if a chainsaw had almost drilled right through them, the way they were broken.
"She couldn't have done this on her own, pet." Spike replied. "Someone's helping her."
"Well who would-" Buffy didn't get to finish her sentence as a ditzy feminine voice floated out from the shadows of the crypt.
"Oh Spikey."
Spike turned around rolling his baby blue eyes, "Harm."
She smiled, revealing herself as she walked out of the shadows, "I let your precious Droodzilla go. She was bugging the hell out of me." The female vampire smiled, running a finger sensuously down his arm.
Spike pulled away, annoyed. "I thought you didn't want to see me anymore, Harm. Why'd you come back?"
She smiled, "I was getting lonely, thought we could....you know...."
"Harm," He said. "You stupid bint. You just bulloxed up everything by letting Drusilla go." He turned to Buffy. "She's probably heading to your house, lets go before she gets to him."
She nodded, "Come on."
The two of them started to head out when Harmony yelled, "Wait Spike!"
"What?!" He turned around, almost growling at her.
"You are going to come back later right?" She asked, trying her best to look sexy.
Spike narrowed his eyes at her and then quickly turned around, as he and Buffy charged towards her house.
****
1998-Buffy and Spike didn't notice when the door to the house opened, or when 2002-Buffy and Spike came in talking about not being able to find Drusilla. None of it. They were too absorbed in each other, now laying across the floor, Spike on top of her and he continued to kiss her. Yet, luckily, it wasn't Xander who had noticed them.
2002-Buffy and Spike stood there started as they stared at their other self's making out.
"Um..." 2002-Buffy cleared her throat, finally getting the attention of the two.
1998-Buffy hearing voices, started to panic. And, hesitantly she looked up to find their future self's staring at them in shock and maybe a little bit of humor.
"Uhhh," 1998-Buffy felt herself turn beat read before she rushed upstairs, leaving 1998-Spike laying on the floor, his eyes still glazed and his arousal obvious to everyone in the room.
Then, as quickly as it started, the shock *did* turn into humor and 2002-Buffy burst out laughing, followed closely by 2002-Spike. What was this world coming to?
Yet, suddenly, Anya burst in through the door, finally being the one to rouse Xander. She looked panicked and was wringing her hands nervously together.
"Did you find something out?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"We need to get them back soon." Anya spoke.
"What?" Buffy saw the panicked look on Anya's face. "What's going to happen."
"When you have too much essence of one person in a time or dimension, for example the essence of two of you and two of Spike here would double the amount, well, it kinda creates havoc. Buffy, we have to get them back or else we might have another apocalypse and another time ripping and thinning of the walls between dimensions. We have to get them back, and soon."
TBC....
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