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
Chapter Thirteen
2002-Buffy *was* absolutely sure she hadn't heard Anya right. Angelus? How could Angelus be the key to getting the crystal? Angel was bad enough to face right now, but Angelus?
"So, what?" 2002-Buffy looked over at Anya. "Do you expect me to go to him, sleep with him, and bring him back with this precious crystal?" Sarcasm dripped from her every word. Yet, she still earned a glare from 2002-Spike for the "sleep with him" part.
"Sarcasm isn't going to help Buffy," Anya sounded calm, as if she didn't just say they needed one of the most brutal vampires on earth to help them.
"Oh yeah, well you try acting as calm as you are when you have to face your psycho ex-boyfriend." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at Anya. "And what the hell am I supposed to do to get Angelus here anyway?"
"Oh," Anya reached a hand in her pocked, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "Well, first we need Angel from our dimension, then we have to summon the Angelus from her dimension." Anya pointed to 1998-Buffy.
"Why do we knew the Angel from this dimension?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"We need his blood for the spell." Anya simply replied, starting to admire her bright red and newly painted nails.
"Great, so in other words I have to tell Angel about another Buffy and Spike being here. And then, he has to do a spell to summon his evil twin. Oh, I'm sure he'll be ecstatic." 2002-Buffy groaned.
"Well," Anya picked up the portable phone that was sitting on the coffee table and handed it to 2002-Buffy, smiling. "Here you go."
****
Angel paced back and forth restlessly, his hands dug deep in the pockets of his trench coat as he looked over at the two companions he had left at "Angel Investigations", Fred and Gunn.
"You saw him yesterday and he disappeared, like one moment he was there, one he was not? Connor's not a freakin' demon. He can't teleport." Angel growled, suddenly feeling like he should just stake himself and end his misery.
"Well I don't know," Fred shrank back, obviously scared at the furious way Angel was acting.
"Well-" Angel was cut off as the shrill sound of a telephone rang through the hotel, startling the three companions.
Fred quickly rushed to the phone, glad for a distraction from Angel. "Angel Investigations!" She chirped. "We help the helpless-Oh, hi. Buffy? Aren't you Angel's ex-girlfriend? You want to talk to Angel?"
Angel's head turned at this, "Buffy? Is she okay?" He quickly snatched the phone away from Fred bringing the phone to his ear.
"Buffy?" He asked into the phone. "Is everything alright?"
"Well....not exactly." The Slayer spoke from the other end of the line. "We kinda need your help."
"Is it really bad?" He asked.
"You could say that again. Can you just come to Sunnydale, we really need your help. Desperately. Oh, and if you see two Spike's running around, don't stake them." She said quickly.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Forget it. Can you just come?"
"Yeah. I'll be there before morning." He hung up quickly, looking at Fred and Gunn. "Well guess I'm heading back to good ol' Sunnydale."
****
"He coming?" 2002-Spike asked, looking over at Buffy.
"Can I dust him after he helps us?" 1998-Spike asked.
"Yes and no." She answered both of their questions at once, and for the first time noticing the fear in her younger self's eyes. "Is it Angelus?" She asked.
"How'd you guess?" 1998-Buffy asked.
"Well I guess I know myself better than I thought." 2002-Buffy smiled slightly, hoping to receive *even* a half smile from her younger self. 1998-Buffy returned a smile, but it held no emotion to it.
2002-Buffy looked at her younger self, and a look of understanding passed between the two. Angelus, they both had been through the pain of loosing him after a night full of passion and 2002-Buffy knew it hurt like hell.
"So do you think we should get some shut eye before Angel shows up?" 2002-Spike asked. "At least then we won't fall over from being so tired when he arrives."
"Good idea." 1998-Buffy said. "I am pretty worn out from everything that has happened today." From saying that, she earned a knowing look from 1998-Spike who just got a glare back. He playfully pouted.
"So the same arrangements from last night then?" 2002-Buffy asked, stifling a yawn. She *really* was exhausted.
"I don't think so," 1998-Spike looked over at 1998-Buffy. "I was thinking along the lines of something different?"
"Something different?" Dawn approached the group from the hallway. "Whatcha guys talking about?"
"Sleeping arrangements." 2002-Buffy asked. "There's extreme exhaustion in this household."
"I still don't like the arrangements from last night. For one thing I don't wanna be bloody tied up and for another-" 1998-Buffy sent 1998-Spike a "warning" glare before he could go on. He really didn't feel like getting his ass kicked by Buffy right now, especially when his strength wasn't up to it's fullest, mostly from lack of sleep.
Everybody parted seperate ways, 2002-Buffy and Spike heading up to Buffy's room, Dawn and 1998-Buffy into her room, Willow heading exhaustedly to her room, Anya leaving, Giles sleeping on the couch, and 1998-Spike leaning against the couch this time.
The time they had to rest seemed to breeze by, for only two hours later, the loud buzzing of the doorbell woke everyone in the house, besides Dawn that is, who could sleep through an earthquake. Giles, looking messy and tired from being woken opened the door to Angel.
"Hello." Giles spoke, stepping aside. "Come on in."
Angel stepped inside, looking around as if he'd never been in the Summers' house before. Though, when he glanced to his right he caught sight of a certain bleached-blonde vampire, still leaning against the couch.
"What's he doing here?" He pointed to 1998-Spike, immediately vamping out.
"Well," 2002-Buffy spoke, standing at the top of the stairs.
"That's what we need you here for...."
TBC....
AN: I really didn't want to go through Angel getting out of the ocean, so he's already back, okay?
Also,
I know it's short and I hope it was good....And....and sorry I haven't updated in forever. 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
Chapter Thirteen
2002-Buffy *was* absolutely sure she hadn't heard Anya right. Angelus? How could Angelus be the key to getting the crystal? Angel was bad enough to face right now, but Angelus?
"So, what?" 2002-Buffy looked over at Anya. "Do you expect me to go to him, sleep with him, and bring him back with this precious crystal?" Sarcasm dripped from her every word. Yet, she still earned a glare from 2002-Spike for the "sleep with him" part.
"Sarcasm isn't going to help Buffy," Anya sounded calm, as if she didn't just say they needed one of the most brutal vampires on earth to help them.
"Oh yeah, well you try acting as calm as you are when you have to face your psycho ex-boyfriend." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at Anya. "And what the hell am I supposed to do to get Angelus here anyway?"
"Oh," Anya reached a hand in her pocked, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "Well, first we need Angel from our dimension, then we have to summon the Angelus from her dimension." Anya pointed to 1998-Buffy.
"Why do we knew the Angel from this dimension?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"We need his blood for the spell." Anya simply replied, starting to admire her bright red and newly painted nails.
"Great, so in other words I have to tell Angel about another Buffy and Spike being here. And then, he has to do a spell to summon his evil twin. Oh, I'm sure he'll be ecstatic." 2002-Buffy groaned.
"Well," Anya picked up the portable phone that was sitting on the coffee table and handed it to 2002-Buffy, smiling. "Here you go."
****
Angel paced back and forth restlessly, his hands dug deep in the pockets of his trench coat as he looked over at the two companions he had left at "Angel Investigations", Fred and Gunn.
"You saw him yesterday and he disappeared, like one moment he was there, one he was not? Connor's not a freakin' demon. He can't teleport." Angel growled, suddenly feeling like he should just stake himself and end his misery.
"Well I don't know," Fred shrank back, obviously scared at the furious way Angel was acting.
"Well-" Angel was cut off as the shrill sound of a telephone rang through the hotel, startling the three companions.
Fred quickly rushed to the phone, glad for a distraction from Angel. "Angel Investigations!" She chirped. "We help the helpless-Oh, hi. Buffy? Aren't you Angel's ex-girlfriend? You want to talk to Angel?"
Angel's head turned at this, "Buffy? Is she okay?" He quickly snatched the phone away from Fred bringing the phone to his ear.
"Buffy?" He asked into the phone. "Is everything alright?"
"Well....not exactly." The Slayer spoke from the other end of the line. "We kinda need your help."
"Is it really bad?" He asked.
"You could say that again. Can you just come to Sunnydale, we really need your help. Desperately. Oh, and if you see two Spike's running around, don't stake them." She said quickly.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Forget it. Can you just come?"
"Yeah. I'll be there before morning." He hung up quickly, looking at Fred and Gunn. "Well guess I'm heading back to good ol' Sunnydale."
****
"He coming?" 2002-Spike asked, looking over at Buffy.
"Can I dust him after he helps us?" 1998-Spike asked.
"Yes and no." She answered both of their questions at once, and for the first time noticing the fear in her younger self's eyes. "Is it Angelus?" She asked.
"How'd you guess?" 1998-Buffy asked.
"Well I guess I know myself better than I thought." 2002-Buffy smiled slightly, hoping to receive *even* a half smile from her younger self. 1998-Buffy returned a smile, but it held no emotion to it.
2002-Buffy looked at her younger self, and a look of understanding passed between the two. Angelus, they both had been through the pain of loosing him after a night full of passion and 2002-Buffy knew it hurt like hell.
"So do you think we should get some shut eye before Angel shows up?" 2002-Spike asked. "At least then we won't fall over from being so tired when he arrives."
"Good idea." 1998-Buffy said. "I am pretty worn out from everything that has happened today." From saying that, she earned a knowing look from 1998-Spike who just got a glare back. He playfully pouted.
"So the same arrangements from last night then?" 2002-Buffy asked, stifling a yawn. She *really* was exhausted.
"I don't think so," 1998-Spike looked over at 1998-Buffy. "I was thinking along the lines of something different?"
"Something different?" Dawn approached the group from the hallway. "Whatcha guys talking about?"
"Sleeping arrangements." 2002-Buffy asked. "There's extreme exhaustion in this household."
"I still don't like the arrangements from last night. For one thing I don't wanna be bloody tied up and for another-" 1998-Buffy sent 1998-Spike a "warning" glare before he could go on. He really didn't feel like getting his ass kicked by Buffy right now, especially when his strength wasn't up to it's fullest, mostly from lack of sleep.
Everybody parted seperate ways, 2002-Buffy and Spike heading up to Buffy's room, Dawn and 1998-Buffy into her room, Willow heading exhaustedly to her room, Anya leaving, Giles sleeping on the couch, and 1998-Spike leaning against the couch this time.
The time they had to rest seemed to breeze by, for only two hours later, the loud buzzing of the doorbell woke everyone in the house, besides Dawn that is, who could sleep through an earthquake. Giles, looking messy and tired from being woken opened the door to Angel.
"Hello." Giles spoke, stepping aside. "Come on in."
Angel stepped inside, looking around as if he'd never been in the Summers' house before. Though, when he glanced to his right he caught sight of a certain bleached-blonde vampire, still leaning against the couch.
"What's he doing here?" He pointed to 1998-Spike, immediately vamping out.
"Well," 2002-Buffy spoke, standing at the top of the stairs.
"That's what we need you here for...."
TBC....
AN: I really didn't want to go through Angel getting out of the ocean, so he's already back, okay?
Also,
I know it's short and I hope it was good....And....and sorry I haven't updated in forever. Please review!