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: Yay, I'm excited about writing this chapter! Yay! And I'm suppossed to be doing homework! hehe. But, but, this is MY happy-go-Buffy-day, why does school have to try and ruin in? LOL. Anywho, here's the next chappy to celebrate the new season of da Buffster getting Spiked. hehe :-) I know, 'm crazy, so did you all enjoy Buffy? I sure did, whew, it seemed to go by so fast!
Chapter Twelve
She quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, leaving wet trails of kisses down his pale chest.
"Buffy," 2002-Spike moaned. "God...."
"Spike," She scooted herself onto his lap, straddling him. "I want you."
"I....wait." He pushed her mouth away from his neck.
Her eyes went wide, "It's the clause right? A moment of true happiness, you can't have that! I forgot, I'm so dumb and now we can't-"
"Buffy," Her smirked at her rambling. "I don't have the clause. The soul wasn't cursed."
"Then, why?" She asked.
"Whatever we had before I came back, that wasn't a relationship. I don't want that with you. I don't want to fuck then you say nothing happened, and so on. I want you, luv. I want all of you, emotions attached." He smiled slightly, and as quickly as the grin was on his face, it was off and his face had turned serious. "And if you just want to fuck, I don't think I could handle being in another one of those screwed up relationships with you."
"Spike," She looked at him. "I don't want that....Can *I* have all of you?"
He looked up at her small form, still straddling his lap, "Are you serious?"
"Do you see a smile on my face?" She asked.
"A small one." He grinned as he pushed her down onto her bed.
****
"Ahhhhhhhhh, Spike!" 1998-Buffy screamed. "Spike! OhMyGod!"
1998-Spike squeezed his legs tighter around 1998-Buffy's tiny hips as she squirmed under him. He watched in satisfaction as her squirmed got weaker as he dug his fingers harder into her ribs, making her burst into a fit of giggles.
"Didn't know that you were ticklish, Slayer. If I woulda known I'd of killed you this way." He smirked.
She weakly tried to push him off of her, pouting slightly. Or pouting, that is until he slid his fingers under her arms and started tickling her again.
"Spike! Stop!" She pleaded, but it came out more as a giggle than anything else.
"Oh why, pet?" Spike smirked. "Always wanted to see the Slayer piss 'er pants."
"Please!" She said, trying to reach up and flip him over.
He grinned, pulling her arms down and pinning them above her head.
Yet, suddenly, the bathroom door was burst open and in came Xander looking flustered from *only* running up a flight of stairs.
"Get off of her you evil-" He stopped mid-sentence looking at the scene in front of him. "Are you tickling her?"
Both 1998-Buffy and Spike looked like they were going to die from embarrassment. Spike had a reputation to keep, and Buffy, well who could be worse than Xander finding them in this position?
Buffy quickly pushed Spike off of her brushing herself off, "No....You see we were um, fighting."
"Please don't tell me even the past Buffy and Spike are acting all smoochy! Cuz you know what? That's just scary. I'm scarred for life." Xander visibly shuddered.
"We were bloody fighting!" Spike protested. "Nothing bad with a little *sparring* with the Slayer." Spike purposely enunciated the word "sparring" why looking at Buffy suggestively. She turned beat red.
"Okay, that was a sexual innuendo wasn't it? You just made a sexual innuendo to Buffy! With me in the room! You're going to kill me! I'm going to kill myself! Someone help me!" Xander walked out of the bathroom just in time to hear a loud crash come from Buffy's room and a long string of giggles come from 2002-Buffy followed closely by the unmistakable voice of Spike.
"What is the world coming to?!" Xander ran down the stairs as quick as lightning, afraid of hearing or seeing anything else.
****
An hour had passed since Xander's not so pleasant encounter with two different versions of Buffy and Spike. And, Giles, Xander, Willow, the Spike's, and the Buffy's sat around, some actually working, some not, while waiting for Anya to arrive with information.
Giles sighed, exasperated as he gently set down the heavy book he had been reading.
"I'm starting to become anxious. I wish Anya would arrive soon."
"Tell me about it," 2002-Buffy mumbled, turning a page in a demon book, and accidentally ripping a page slightly. She mouthed an 'oops' before turning onto the next page.
Willow looked around the group nervously. She hadn't really been much with the action since she had come back to England. Yet, it was understandable, especially since she had tried to suck the whole world to hell. Also, being around books that held magick was very tempting for a recuperating witch such as herself. Still, Willow felt the need to help out in some way. She could always supervise and give pointers to the spell-casters if nothing else.
2002-Buffy let out a small moan of exasperation as she shut her own book, staring at the door wishing Anya would appear. How much more boring could this get? Sure they should be searching for another spell just incase Anya came up empty handed. But, right now, Buffy had....other things on her mind. Things that seemed to involve a bleached-blonde incredibly sexy vampire. She blushed in spite of herself.
Before any more whining or moaning of any kind could be heard of, Anya appeared in a cloud of smoke.
2002-Buffy jumped up immediately, "Did you find a spell?"
"Yeah." Anya sighed. "We just need to get supplies....and a certain kind of crystal. The witch called the crystal Krystef, which will be hard to get. And that just really make my trip worthless." Anya slumped down onto the couch, groaning.
"It's not worthless." 2002-Buffy looked at Anya. "There has to be a way of getting this crystal."
Anya looked up, "There is."
"How?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Angelus."
The sound of the Buffy's ex-lover's name made both Spike's and Buffy's jump.
"Angel?" Both Buffy's asked in sync.
"No," Anya looked over at them both. "Angelus."
TBC....
AN: Please review, hahahaha. Such a cliffhangy cliffhanger. And I wanna see more insane Spike next week *pouts* Okay, okay, I'll shut up now. :-)
p.s. Sorry this chappy is short.
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: Yay, I'm excited about writing this chapter! Yay! And I'm suppossed to be doing homework! hehe. But, but, this is MY happy-go-Buffy-day, why does school have to try and ruin in? LOL. Anywho, here's the next chappy to celebrate the new season of da Buffster getting Spiked. hehe :-) I know, 'm crazy, so did you all enjoy Buffy? I sure did, whew, it seemed to go by so fast!
Chapter Twelve
She quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, leaving wet trails of kisses down his pale chest.
"Buffy," 2002-Spike moaned. "God...."
"Spike," She scooted herself onto his lap, straddling him. "I want you."
"I....wait." He pushed her mouth away from his neck.
Her eyes went wide, "It's the clause right? A moment of true happiness, you can't have that! I forgot, I'm so dumb and now we can't-"
"Buffy," Her smirked at her rambling. "I don't have the clause. The soul wasn't cursed."
"Then, why?" She asked.
"Whatever we had before I came back, that wasn't a relationship. I don't want that with you. I don't want to fuck then you say nothing happened, and so on. I want you, luv. I want all of you, emotions attached." He smiled slightly, and as quickly as the grin was on his face, it was off and his face had turned serious. "And if you just want to fuck, I don't think I could handle being in another one of those screwed up relationships with you."
"Spike," She looked at him. "I don't want that....Can *I* have all of you?"
He looked up at her small form, still straddling his lap, "Are you serious?"
"Do you see a smile on my face?" She asked.
"A small one." He grinned as he pushed her down onto her bed.
****
"Ahhhhhhhhh, Spike!" 1998-Buffy screamed. "Spike! OhMyGod!"
1998-Spike squeezed his legs tighter around 1998-Buffy's tiny hips as she squirmed under him. He watched in satisfaction as her squirmed got weaker as he dug his fingers harder into her ribs, making her burst into a fit of giggles.
"Didn't know that you were ticklish, Slayer. If I woulda known I'd of killed you this way." He smirked.
She weakly tried to push him off of her, pouting slightly. Or pouting, that is until he slid his fingers under her arms and started tickling her again.
"Spike! Stop!" She pleaded, but it came out more as a giggle than anything else.
"Oh why, pet?" Spike smirked. "Always wanted to see the Slayer piss 'er pants."
"Please!" She said, trying to reach up and flip him over.
He grinned, pulling her arms down and pinning them above her head.
Yet, suddenly, the bathroom door was burst open and in came Xander looking flustered from *only* running up a flight of stairs.
"Get off of her you evil-" He stopped mid-sentence looking at the scene in front of him. "Are you tickling her?"
Both 1998-Buffy and Spike looked like they were going to die from embarrassment. Spike had a reputation to keep, and Buffy, well who could be worse than Xander finding them in this position?
Buffy quickly pushed Spike off of her brushing herself off, "No....You see we were um, fighting."
"Please don't tell me even the past Buffy and Spike are acting all smoochy! Cuz you know what? That's just scary. I'm scarred for life." Xander visibly shuddered.
"We were bloody fighting!" Spike protested. "Nothing bad with a little *sparring* with the Slayer." Spike purposely enunciated the word "sparring" why looking at Buffy suggestively. She turned beat red.
"Okay, that was a sexual innuendo wasn't it? You just made a sexual innuendo to Buffy! With me in the room! You're going to kill me! I'm going to kill myself! Someone help me!" Xander walked out of the bathroom just in time to hear a loud crash come from Buffy's room and a long string of giggles come from 2002-Buffy followed closely by the unmistakable voice of Spike.
"What is the world coming to?!" Xander ran down the stairs as quick as lightning, afraid of hearing or seeing anything else.
****
An hour had passed since Xander's not so pleasant encounter with two different versions of Buffy and Spike. And, Giles, Xander, Willow, the Spike's, and the Buffy's sat around, some actually working, some not, while waiting for Anya to arrive with information.
Giles sighed, exasperated as he gently set down the heavy book he had been reading.
"I'm starting to become anxious. I wish Anya would arrive soon."
"Tell me about it," 2002-Buffy mumbled, turning a page in a demon book, and accidentally ripping a page slightly. She mouthed an 'oops' before turning onto the next page.
Willow looked around the group nervously. She hadn't really been much with the action since she had come back to England. Yet, it was understandable, especially since she had tried to suck the whole world to hell. Also, being around books that held magick was very tempting for a recuperating witch such as herself. Still, Willow felt the need to help out in some way. She could always supervise and give pointers to the spell-casters if nothing else.
2002-Buffy let out a small moan of exasperation as she shut her own book, staring at the door wishing Anya would appear. How much more boring could this get? Sure they should be searching for another spell just incase Anya came up empty handed. But, right now, Buffy had....other things on her mind. Things that seemed to involve a bleached-blonde incredibly sexy vampire. She blushed in spite of herself.
Before any more whining or moaning of any kind could be heard of, Anya appeared in a cloud of smoke.
2002-Buffy jumped up immediately, "Did you find a spell?"
"Yeah." Anya sighed. "We just need to get supplies....and a certain kind of crystal. The witch called the crystal Krystef, which will be hard to get. And that just really make my trip worthless." Anya slumped down onto the couch, groaning.
"It's not worthless." 2002-Buffy looked at Anya. "There has to be a way of getting this crystal."
Anya looked up, "There is."
"How?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Angelus."
The sound of the Buffy's ex-lover's name made both Spike's and Buffy's jump.
"Angel?" Both Buffy's asked in sync.
"No," Anya looked over at them both. "Angelus."
TBC....
AN: Please review, hahahaha. Such a cliffhangy cliffhanger. And I wanna see more insane Spike next week *pouts* Okay, okay, I'll shut up now. :-)
p.s. Sorry this chappy is short.