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: This story doesn't really have a lot of action in it. It's figuring stuff out....uhhhh.....just read. I don't know if I'm happy with this chapter, but I hope you are.
PEOPLE COMPLAIN, at the upn Buffy site there's a poll asking if Buffy and Spike should be together, and the "No he's still evil" response only tripled in a few minutes a few days ago. Plus, I figured out they rigged the Yes response to go down everytime you voted. Please complain. I got an email addy in terms of use. Hopefully they'll read it.
Chapter Eleven
2002-Buffy looked up at Anya, her face displaying several emotions at one, "We don't even have a spell to get them back yet! How are we going to get them back soon?"
Anya sat down on the couch, the farthest away from where Xander was now sitting, "Well I didn't exactly ask the Witch for a spell....You told me to find out information, not to find a spell!"
"Did she say how much time we have left?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"You didn't tell me to ask her that either!" Anya said. "Do you think I should talk to her again?"
"Yes. Please." 2002-Buffy sighed.
"Okay." Anya sighed. "I'll teleport this time." And with that said Anya was gone within a fraction of a second, leaving no trace behind but her purse which she'd left laying on the coffee table.
2002-Buffy looked around the room at everyone. 1998-Spike was still laying on the floor in a daze, yet certain parts of his body had seemed to calm down, 2002-Spike was sitting next to her, every now and then sneaking an affectionate glance in her direction, and Xander was kind of in a sleep daze, looking as if he was about to fall back asleep any moment.
"What did I miss?" Xander asked sleepily, while rubbing his eyes. "Besides what Anya said." He glanced hesitantly at the two Spikes. "And speaking of what Anya said, I'm kinda liking the plan. Get rid of an extra Spike, sounds good to mean. I mean one Spike is enough evilness around here."
2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at Xander's immaturity, "Well Drusilla somehow escaped."
"There's Drusilla now?" Xander asked.
"Oh I didn't tell you? She came after that Spike," She pointed to 1998-Spike. "And we chained her up. So, then Harmony decided to show up and unchain her." Buffy rolled her eyes. "She really is a stupid bin-" She stopped herself mid-sentence glancing over at 2002-Spike. "I've been hanging around you too long. For goodness sakes, I was about to say bint. Since when has that become part of *my* speech?"
He looked at her affectionately, "Well what can I say?"
She looked back up at him, meeting his eyes, and froze. The intensity of emotion in them made her feel like he was staring into her soul. She always felt naked around him when he looked at her like that, the way he could see right through her. She felt like kissing him. She felt like doing *something*, *anything*. And she couldn't help these emotions within her, she couldn't help it if she was-
"Oh stop giving each other bloody puppy-dog eyes." 1998-Spike cut her off mid-thought and made her blush when she realized she had been staring at 2002-Spike.
Xander looked up at Buffy, "Yeah. Why *were* you staring at Spike?"
"I..." Buffy felt herself turn a deep shade of crimson. "I...I was just, uh, thinking."
Xander, choosing to always be in the land of denial bought her excuse while 1998-Spike looked at her skeptically. 2002-Spike just looked down at his hands as if he was seeing something really interesting on them.
"Why don't you two just go upstairs and shag?" 1998-Spike sat up from where he had been laying on the floor. "I'm sick of seeing the bloody sexual tension between you too. I mean, at least the other Buffy gave in to it."
This being said, caused Xanders head to snap up, "What? What are you talking about? What about the other Buffy giving into it?"
1998-Spike smirked, "You were hear the whole time I was kissing her."
Xander looked like he was about to be sick, "Oh god." He looked over at 2002-Buffy. "What is it with you and Spike? And *why*?"
2002-Buffy couldn't stand it anymore and rushed upstairs and into her room, where the other Buffy currently was.
1998-Buffy looked up when she saw her other self enter the room. And thinking of what had happened before, she blushed, even if this *was* herself she was sitting across from.
"Hey," 2002-Buffy's face was still a deep shade of crimson from what had gone on downstairs.
1998-Buffy sighed, "Hi." She than looked up at her other self's bright red face, "Why do you look so embarrassed?"
"Xander....The other Spike....It's just...." 2002-Buffy let herself trail off as she took a seat next to 1998-Buffy, "What is it about Spike?"
"What do you mean?" 1998-Buffy looked at her future self.
"Why were you making out with him, and why am I...why do I wanna be with him?" 2002-Buffy sighed, running her hands through her blonde hair, frustrated.
1998-Buffy blushed slightly, thinking of earlier. "I don't know."
"I even think I-" 2002-Buffy was cut off when a light knock came from outside the door. "Who is it?"
"Us." Came 2002-Spike's voice from outside the door.
"Who's us?" 1998-Buffy asked.
"Spike number one and Spike number two." 1998-Spike said.
2002-Buffy shrugged, "Come in."
The two of them walked in, 1998-Spike looking a little uncomfortable for being where he was, yet 2002-Spike approached his Buffy right away.
"You okay?" 2002-Spike asked his Buffy.
"Fine." 2002-Buffy replied. "Just, uh, kinda confused. It's something I really don't think I could talk about now...."
He nodded, understanding.
2002-Buffy glanced at 1998-Spike who was still standing in the doorway, looking like a lost boy.
"Did he wanna come in?" She whispered to 2002-Spike.
He nodded.
1998-Buffy looked up at 1998-Spike, "And you came here to what? Stand in the doorway?"
He looked uncomfortable and took another step into the room, "Can I uh....talk to you?"
She stood up, rolling her eyes, and walking out of the room. He followed her.
2002-Buffy turned to 2002-Spike, "He's looking at her like you...." She trailed off looking at the way *her* Spike was looking at her. And, she did something she had promised herself she'd think about before doing again. She kissed him.
1998-Buffy brought 1998-Spike into the bathroom, "What did you want to talk about?"
He looked down at the floor, nervously starting to peel his black nail polish off his finger nails.
"What's your problem?" She asked. "You're acting so un-Spike like."
He started to turn around and head out the door, "Never mind."
"Wait," She spoke before she could think. "It's like you've changed only in a few minutes. What's going on?"
He sighed, "It's really....nothing."
"Is this how you really are?" 1998-Buffy suddenly asked. "Is this how you act when you don't have that arrogant selfish barrier up around yourself?"
1998-Spike let a small smile appear on his face, "I guess."
She took a step closer to him, "Will you tell me what you wanted to talk about?"
He looked up, "I know we've only been here for two days, but I-I've realized something. I know it's bloody wrong, hell it was wrong to kiss you, but Sl-Buffy, I'm falling for you. I don't know why, but-" He cut himself off, and turned away in embarrassment. And, if vampire's could blush, he would've been.
She put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around, "How can you be like this without a soul?"
"S'pose it's how I've always been." He shrugged. "I love Drusilla, I still do, but I've been thinking. She wants Angel more than me, she'll always want Angel more than me. She doesn't love me like I love her, she never will."
1998-Buffy took a step closer to him, "Spike...."
He looked down at the small form of the Slayer, "This doesn't make bloody sense, I know but-"
"Shut up." She spoke.
"What?"
And to answer his question, she kissed him.
TBC....
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: This story doesn't really have a lot of action in it. It's figuring stuff out....uhhhh.....just read. I don't know if I'm happy with this chapter, but I hope you are.
PEOPLE COMPLAIN, at the upn Buffy site there's a poll asking if Buffy and Spike should be together, and the "No he's still evil" response only tripled in a few minutes a few days ago. Plus, I figured out they rigged the Yes response to go down everytime you voted. Please complain. I got an email addy in terms of use. Hopefully they'll read it.
Chapter Eleven
2002-Buffy looked up at Anya, her face displaying several emotions at one, "We don't even have a spell to get them back yet! How are we going to get them back soon?"
Anya sat down on the couch, the farthest away from where Xander was now sitting, "Well I didn't exactly ask the Witch for a spell....You told me to find out information, not to find a spell!"
"Did she say how much time we have left?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"You didn't tell me to ask her that either!" Anya said. "Do you think I should talk to her again?"
"Yes. Please." 2002-Buffy sighed.
"Okay." Anya sighed. "I'll teleport this time." And with that said Anya was gone within a fraction of a second, leaving no trace behind but her purse which she'd left laying on the coffee table.
2002-Buffy looked around the room at everyone. 1998-Spike was still laying on the floor in a daze, yet certain parts of his body had seemed to calm down, 2002-Spike was sitting next to her, every now and then sneaking an affectionate glance in her direction, and Xander was kind of in a sleep daze, looking as if he was about to fall back asleep any moment.
"What did I miss?" Xander asked sleepily, while rubbing his eyes. "Besides what Anya said." He glanced hesitantly at the two Spikes. "And speaking of what Anya said, I'm kinda liking the plan. Get rid of an extra Spike, sounds good to mean. I mean one Spike is enough evilness around here."
2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at Xander's immaturity, "Well Drusilla somehow escaped."
"There's Drusilla now?" Xander asked.
"Oh I didn't tell you? She came after that Spike," She pointed to 1998-Spike. "And we chained her up. So, then Harmony decided to show up and unchain her." Buffy rolled her eyes. "She really is a stupid bin-" She stopped herself mid-sentence glancing over at 2002-Spike. "I've been hanging around you too long. For goodness sakes, I was about to say bint. Since when has that become part of *my* speech?"
He looked at her affectionately, "Well what can I say?"
She looked back up at him, meeting his eyes, and froze. The intensity of emotion in them made her feel like he was staring into her soul. She always felt naked around him when he looked at her like that, the way he could see right through her. She felt like kissing him. She felt like doing *something*, *anything*. And she couldn't help these emotions within her, she couldn't help it if she was-
"Oh stop giving each other bloody puppy-dog eyes." 1998-Spike cut her off mid-thought and made her blush when she realized she had been staring at 2002-Spike.
Xander looked up at Buffy, "Yeah. Why *were* you staring at Spike?"
"I..." Buffy felt herself turn a deep shade of crimson. "I...I was just, uh, thinking."
Xander, choosing to always be in the land of denial bought her excuse while 1998-Spike looked at her skeptically. 2002-Spike just looked down at his hands as if he was seeing something really interesting on them.
"Why don't you two just go upstairs and shag?" 1998-Spike sat up from where he had been laying on the floor. "I'm sick of seeing the bloody sexual tension between you too. I mean, at least the other Buffy gave in to it."
This being said, caused Xanders head to snap up, "What? What are you talking about? What about the other Buffy giving into it?"
1998-Spike smirked, "You were hear the whole time I was kissing her."
Xander looked like he was about to be sick, "Oh god." He looked over at 2002-Buffy. "What is it with you and Spike? And *why*?"
2002-Buffy couldn't stand it anymore and rushed upstairs and into her room, where the other Buffy currently was.
1998-Buffy looked up when she saw her other self enter the room. And thinking of what had happened before, she blushed, even if this *was* herself she was sitting across from.
"Hey," 2002-Buffy's face was still a deep shade of crimson from what had gone on downstairs.
1998-Buffy sighed, "Hi." She than looked up at her other self's bright red face, "Why do you look so embarrassed?"
"Xander....The other Spike....It's just...." 2002-Buffy let herself trail off as she took a seat next to 1998-Buffy, "What is it about Spike?"
"What do you mean?" 1998-Buffy looked at her future self.
"Why were you making out with him, and why am I...why do I wanna be with him?" 2002-Buffy sighed, running her hands through her blonde hair, frustrated.
1998-Buffy blushed slightly, thinking of earlier. "I don't know."
"I even think I-" 2002-Buffy was cut off when a light knock came from outside the door. "Who is it?"
"Us." Came 2002-Spike's voice from outside the door.
"Who's us?" 1998-Buffy asked.
"Spike number one and Spike number two." 1998-Spike said.
2002-Buffy shrugged, "Come in."
The two of them walked in, 1998-Spike looking a little uncomfortable for being where he was, yet 2002-Spike approached his Buffy right away.
"You okay?" 2002-Spike asked his Buffy.
"Fine." 2002-Buffy replied. "Just, uh, kinda confused. It's something I really don't think I could talk about now...."
He nodded, understanding.
2002-Buffy glanced at 1998-Spike who was still standing in the doorway, looking like a lost boy.
"Did he wanna come in?" She whispered to 2002-Spike.
He nodded.
1998-Buffy looked up at 1998-Spike, "And you came here to what? Stand in the doorway?"
He looked uncomfortable and took another step into the room, "Can I uh....talk to you?"
She stood up, rolling her eyes, and walking out of the room. He followed her.
2002-Buffy turned to 2002-Spike, "He's looking at her like you...." She trailed off looking at the way *her* Spike was looking at her. And, she did something she had promised herself she'd think about before doing again. She kissed him.
1998-Buffy brought 1998-Spike into the bathroom, "What did you want to talk about?"
He looked down at the floor, nervously starting to peel his black nail polish off his finger nails.
"What's your problem?" She asked. "You're acting so un-Spike like."
He started to turn around and head out the door, "Never mind."
"Wait," She spoke before she could think. "It's like you've changed only in a few minutes. What's going on?"
He sighed, "It's really....nothing."
"Is this how you really are?" 1998-Buffy suddenly asked. "Is this how you act when you don't have that arrogant selfish barrier up around yourself?"
1998-Spike let a small smile appear on his face, "I guess."
She took a step closer to him, "Will you tell me what you wanted to talk about?"
He looked up, "I know we've only been here for two days, but I-I've realized something. I know it's bloody wrong, hell it was wrong to kiss you, but Sl-Buffy, I'm falling for you. I don't know why, but-" He cut himself off, and turned away in embarrassment. And, if vampire's could blush, he would've been.
She put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around, "How can you be like this without a soul?"
"S'pose it's how I've always been." He shrugged. "I love Drusilla, I still do, but I've been thinking. She wants Angel more than me, she'll always want Angel more than me. She doesn't love me like I love her, she never will."
1998-Buffy took a step closer to him, "Spike...."
He looked down at the small form of the Slayer, "This doesn't make bloody sense, I know but-"
"Shut up." She spoke.
"What?"
And to answer his question, she kissed him.
TBC....