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: First of all, I wanted to let you all know I'm estimating there is a total number of about 4,5, possibly 6 chapters left in this story, but I could be wrong. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna do a sequel though.
Secondly, For Overbooked, you said you wanted to know my ideas for my sequel? Well, since I really don't want to spoil everyone-not even you, I'm going to say: if you really wanna be spoiled OB email me @ lilvampyrekitten@aol.com and I'll talk to you about my ideas.
Also, *throws a tantrum* I think I just had a painful flashback of Season 6 after watching 7.5. Did you see how cruel Buffy was to Spike, I mean: "Fine you have a soul. Then SHOW me." I was like WTF? And I was so hoping that illusion of his was real. God, she has a twisted way of showing she cares. Right now I just feel like bashing her over the head with a hammer and knocking some sense into her. And, I mean the pain he's in, and she's so MEAN.
Also, and when she said she'd love *vomits* Angel more than anything she'll ever love. My comment was "Yeah, right." Plus, where the HELL did that come in? Come on, Angel's history. Eeeek, I hate when upn starts with that b/a bullcrap.
Okay enough of my tendency to ramble on, here's the story....
Chapter Seventeen
1998-Spike stood back as he watched 1998-Buffy dig through the chest of weapons frantically. Her intent was to get something big and shiny, preferably something to stab through Angelus' stomach and watch him bleed to death, AFTER he gave them the crystal. So, at the moment, she was digging through the chest, throwing battle axes and other large weapons aside only to come up empty-handed.
"Don't you have something bigger?" She popped her head up out of the chest, her eyes full of hidden pain.
2002-Buffy glanced over at the chest, "There's plenty of big shiny weapons in there. Why don't you use that?" She pointed to her favorite battle axe, something that would definitely be able to kill Angelus. Hell, both Buffy's could, if they tried hard enough, eventually kill Angelus with a piece of wood. But, 1998-Buffy wanted to torture him.
"I don't know, it-"
1998-Buffy was abruptly cut off by Spike who could see right through her pain, "It's fine, luv. Take the axe." He lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes seeming to look right into her very soul. "Everything will be okay. We'll get through this and you'll never have to go through anything like this ever again." He was tempted to brush a stray lock of blonde hair from her eyes but refrained because of the large group of people around the room. Including Xander -the whelp- Harris. And, he really didn't feel like one of The Whelps smart ass comments right now. Especially not in such an emotional time for Buffy. That's another thing he hated about Harris- his tendency to open his gob at the wrong place and the wrong time.
She smiled slightly at him, "You're really going to keep your promise?"
"Why wouldn't I? Buffy, you heard me when I said always." He smirked. "I've turned into a bloody poof haven't I? Soon I'll be prancin' around wearing an apron and doing the bloody dishes."
She smiled, "You wouldn't be my boyfriend if you were gay, Spike."
"Hey I never said anything about being g-" He paused mid-sentence, a genuine smile crossing his features as he said. "I'm your boyfriend?"
"Well, duh." She rolled her eyes, playfully punching him in the arm before she slightly looked down, a slight pink shade lighting her cheeks. "I mean, do you want to be?"
He smirked, "Always."
****
The night was very cold for a summer night in Sunnydale. 2002-Buffy had her jacket wrapped tightly around her as she walked through the cemetery, one hand holding her jacket tighter to her, while the other gripped a sword.
She could feel his eyes on her even when she wasn't looking, and she smiled, turning her head to meet his icy blue eyes. He turned his head away from her gaze, embarrassed, and her smile only grew wider. And, a thought occurred to her, one she never thought she'd be thinking about 2002-Spike: God he's adorable.
"I feel him." 1998-Buffy spoke, all eyes turning to her suddenly. "Angelus is close." She than turned to 1998-Spike, grabbing him by the arm and looking into his eyes, and icy blue met sea green as the two looked at each other, sincerity and caring reflecting on both their faces. "You know what you have to do, Spike. Now, please be careful and don't turn on me." And, in front of everyone, she pressed a forceful kiss to his lips, not caring anymore. And, she almost giggled out loud when Angel's sword came crashing to the ground in utter surprise.
"You heard me when I said always." Was 1998-Spike's single reply as he walked in the direction, where he was also had a feeling his grande-sire was.
"I guess this is our cue to wait then, huh?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Yeah," 1998-Buffy replied quietly, worry evident on her features. "We wait."
****
He strolled through the graveyard, not surprised when he found Drusilla, Angelus, and Harmony in a crypt not far from where his own was.
Drusilla was currently sitting on Angelus lap, whispering incoherent sentences into his ear, while he sat there, looking rather bored. Harmony, on the other hand, was staying away from the two master vampires, an annoyed look on her face.
"Angelus." 1998-Spike strolled casually into the crypt.
"Spike, boy." Angelus look of boredness suddenly turned to one of anger and hate. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I've come to apologize." He looked down, hoping his grande-sire was buying what he was saying. "It was stupid of me to team up with the Slayer--twice. She bloody turned on me, that bitch." He looked up, fake anger placed on his features. "And I wanna fucking kill her. Rip her bloody lungs from chest and give them to Drusilla as a present."
"Ooh, Slayer lungs!" Drusilla clapped her hands happily at the idea, and Spike was extremely glad she wasn't getting any visions. "I want to taste her life. Life comes from breath and breath will taste like life." She suddenly grew quiet for a moment, a look of concentration on her face as she thought. "Though," She finally spoke again. "I would much rather have her heart."
"I'll get it for you, Dru baby." He smirked, running over to her and running his pale hands down her body. She shivered under his touch, a look of pure pleasure on her features.
"And how do I know you're not lying?" He looked over at Spike, than quickly to Drusilla. "Is he lying, Dru?"
She got up from Angelus' lap, giggling madly while saying, "Blood pumps from the heart and we'll have it all. We'll bathe in Slayer blood. Red, hot, thick. I'll roll naked in it and watch the stars and then the pixies will rejoice with us...." She started to spin around in circles, looking up at the ceiling of the crypt. "I see the stars!" She called happily. "They're singing for us!"
"Now do you think I'm lying?" 1998-Spike asked, a scarred eyebrow raised at Angelus.
Angelus looked skeptical for a moment before giving in, believe Spike wasn't lying after all, "Alright. BUT, if you betray us. I swear I will rip YOUR heart out and drink from it."
"No problem, mate." Spike smirked. "I won't betray you." Yet, all the while, he was eyeing the precious crystal hanging around Angelus' neck.
****
"Do you think he'll be much longer? Do you think we should've gotten Giles, Willow, Dawn, and Xander to help us?" 1998-Buffy looked over to her older self for answers, her eyebrows knit together, and worry was evident on her features.
"Don't worry." 2002-Buffy spoke. "I'm sure he's fine. Plus, Giles, Willow, Dawn, and Xander *are* helping us. They're looking for a spell to send Angelus back and a spell to send you and the other Spike back as we speak. That's the best they can do right now. I mean what are we doing anyway?" 2002-Buffy asked. "All we're doing is standing here and running if we hear Spike scream for help."
"Right." 1998-Buffy started pacing back and forth. "But what if he's in trouble and we don't know it? What IF he couldn't scream? What if-"
"I'm sure we'd both know if Spike was in trouble." 2002-Buffy said quietly, then looked over at her Spike, sharing a secret smile with him.
Angel looked between the threesome and groaned inwardly. There was DEFINITELY something going on between both Buffy's and Spike's.
****
Spike stood behind Angelus, quietly chanting a spell. He HAD to put Angelus to sleep if he was going to get the Krystef crystal, and he knew Drusilla wouldn't be much of a problem awake. And Harmony, well he could probably knock that bint out with a shoe.
Chanting the last words of the spell, and hoping it succeeded, he sprinkled at yellow powder over Angelus. The vampire passed out right away, and Spike grinned in accomplishment.
Drusilla, realizing what had happened, stopped her spinning and looked over at Spike, loathing apparent on her face.
"Uuuuuuuuh!" She yelled as she charged at Spike. He grabbed her around the neck quickly, throwing her into the wall. He smiled in satisfaction as she hit the wall with a thud, immediately passing out. But, Harmony, she didn't really seem to care. For, she shrugged her shoulders muttering something about "mean people" as she walked out of the crypt, afraid to be attacked by Spike also.
Spike quickly ran up to Angelus then, grabbing hold of the necklace and removing it from around Angelus' neck. It glowed when he touched it, and he smiled. It sure was beautiful for such a small thing.
But, no time to dwell on a crystal right now, Spike thought, immediately running out of the crypt and towards where everyone was waiting for him.
****
"Spike!" 1998-Buffy yelled happily as she saw her lover running towards her, a red-glowing object dangling from his hand. "You got it!"
"Yeah," He approached her and she wrapped him in a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay." She smiled, breathing in the sent that was purely Spike. Smoke and bourbon, mixed with a touch of cologne. She loved how he smelled.
2002-Buffy, seeing the happy exchange between the two, looked up at her Spike, placing a deep kiss on his lips, not caring that Angel was there anymore.
"Promise you'll never leave me?" She whispered.
He smirked, "Where did that come from?"
"Just promise me," She looked up at him with large green eyes.
"I promise."
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: First of all, I wanted to let you all know I'm estimating there is a total number of about 4,5, possibly 6 chapters left in this story, but I could be wrong. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna do a sequel though.
Secondly, For Overbooked, you said you wanted to know my ideas for my sequel? Well, since I really don't want to spoil everyone-not even you, I'm going to say: if you really wanna be spoiled OB email me @ lilvampyrekitten@aol.com and I'll talk to you about my ideas.
Also, *throws a tantrum* I think I just had a painful flashback of Season 6 after watching 7.5. Did you see how cruel Buffy was to Spike, I mean: "Fine you have a soul. Then SHOW me." I was like WTF? And I was so hoping that illusion of his was real. God, she has a twisted way of showing she cares. Right now I just feel like bashing her over the head with a hammer and knocking some sense into her. And, I mean the pain he's in, and she's so MEAN.
Also, and when she said she'd love *vomits* Angel more than anything she'll ever love. My comment was "Yeah, right." Plus, where the HELL did that come in? Come on, Angel's history. Eeeek, I hate when upn starts with that b/a bullcrap.
Okay enough of my tendency to ramble on, here's the story....
Chapter Seventeen
1998-Spike stood back as he watched 1998-Buffy dig through the chest of weapons frantically. Her intent was to get something big and shiny, preferably something to stab through Angelus' stomach and watch him bleed to death, AFTER he gave them the crystal. So, at the moment, she was digging through the chest, throwing battle axes and other large weapons aside only to come up empty-handed.
"Don't you have something bigger?" She popped her head up out of the chest, her eyes full of hidden pain.
2002-Buffy glanced over at the chest, "There's plenty of big shiny weapons in there. Why don't you use that?" She pointed to her favorite battle axe, something that would definitely be able to kill Angelus. Hell, both Buffy's could, if they tried hard enough, eventually kill Angelus with a piece of wood. But, 1998-Buffy wanted to torture him.
"I don't know, it-"
1998-Buffy was abruptly cut off by Spike who could see right through her pain, "It's fine, luv. Take the axe." He lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes seeming to look right into her very soul. "Everything will be okay. We'll get through this and you'll never have to go through anything like this ever again." He was tempted to brush a stray lock of blonde hair from her eyes but refrained because of the large group of people around the room. Including Xander -the whelp- Harris. And, he really didn't feel like one of The Whelps smart ass comments right now. Especially not in such an emotional time for Buffy. That's another thing he hated about Harris- his tendency to open his gob at the wrong place and the wrong time.
She smiled slightly at him, "You're really going to keep your promise?"
"Why wouldn't I? Buffy, you heard me when I said always." He smirked. "I've turned into a bloody poof haven't I? Soon I'll be prancin' around wearing an apron and doing the bloody dishes."
She smiled, "You wouldn't be my boyfriend if you were gay, Spike."
"Hey I never said anything about being g-" He paused mid-sentence, a genuine smile crossing his features as he said. "I'm your boyfriend?"
"Well, duh." She rolled her eyes, playfully punching him in the arm before she slightly looked down, a slight pink shade lighting her cheeks. "I mean, do you want to be?"
He smirked, "Always."
****
The night was very cold for a summer night in Sunnydale. 2002-Buffy had her jacket wrapped tightly around her as she walked through the cemetery, one hand holding her jacket tighter to her, while the other gripped a sword.
She could feel his eyes on her even when she wasn't looking, and she smiled, turning her head to meet his icy blue eyes. He turned his head away from her gaze, embarrassed, and her smile only grew wider. And, a thought occurred to her, one she never thought she'd be thinking about 2002-Spike: God he's adorable.
"I feel him." 1998-Buffy spoke, all eyes turning to her suddenly. "Angelus is close." She than turned to 1998-Spike, grabbing him by the arm and looking into his eyes, and icy blue met sea green as the two looked at each other, sincerity and caring reflecting on both their faces. "You know what you have to do, Spike. Now, please be careful and don't turn on me." And, in front of everyone, she pressed a forceful kiss to his lips, not caring anymore. And, she almost giggled out loud when Angel's sword came crashing to the ground in utter surprise.
"You heard me when I said always." Was 1998-Spike's single reply as he walked in the direction, where he was also had a feeling his grande-sire was.
"I guess this is our cue to wait then, huh?" 2002-Buffy asked.
"Yeah," 1998-Buffy replied quietly, worry evident on her features. "We wait."
****
He strolled through the graveyard, not surprised when he found Drusilla, Angelus, and Harmony in a crypt not far from where his own was.
Drusilla was currently sitting on Angelus lap, whispering incoherent sentences into his ear, while he sat there, looking rather bored. Harmony, on the other hand, was staying away from the two master vampires, an annoyed look on her face.
"Angelus." 1998-Spike strolled casually into the crypt.
"Spike, boy." Angelus look of boredness suddenly turned to one of anger and hate. "What are you doing here?"
"I-I've come to apologize." He looked down, hoping his grande-sire was buying what he was saying. "It was stupid of me to team up with the Slayer--twice. She bloody turned on me, that bitch." He looked up, fake anger placed on his features. "And I wanna fucking kill her. Rip her bloody lungs from chest and give them to Drusilla as a present."
"Ooh, Slayer lungs!" Drusilla clapped her hands happily at the idea, and Spike was extremely glad she wasn't getting any visions. "I want to taste her life. Life comes from breath and breath will taste like life." She suddenly grew quiet for a moment, a look of concentration on her face as she thought. "Though," She finally spoke again. "I would much rather have her heart."
"I'll get it for you, Dru baby." He smirked, running over to her and running his pale hands down her body. She shivered under his touch, a look of pure pleasure on her features.
"And how do I know you're not lying?" He looked over at Spike, than quickly to Drusilla. "Is he lying, Dru?"
She got up from Angelus' lap, giggling madly while saying, "Blood pumps from the heart and we'll have it all. We'll bathe in Slayer blood. Red, hot, thick. I'll roll naked in it and watch the stars and then the pixies will rejoice with us...." She started to spin around in circles, looking up at the ceiling of the crypt. "I see the stars!" She called happily. "They're singing for us!"
"Now do you think I'm lying?" 1998-Spike asked, a scarred eyebrow raised at Angelus.
Angelus looked skeptical for a moment before giving in, believe Spike wasn't lying after all, "Alright. BUT, if you betray us. I swear I will rip YOUR heart out and drink from it."
"No problem, mate." Spike smirked. "I won't betray you." Yet, all the while, he was eyeing the precious crystal hanging around Angelus' neck.
****
"Do you think he'll be much longer? Do you think we should've gotten Giles, Willow, Dawn, and Xander to help us?" 1998-Buffy looked over to her older self for answers, her eyebrows knit together, and worry was evident on her features.
"Don't worry." 2002-Buffy spoke. "I'm sure he's fine. Plus, Giles, Willow, Dawn, and Xander *are* helping us. They're looking for a spell to send Angelus back and a spell to send you and the other Spike back as we speak. That's the best they can do right now. I mean what are we doing anyway?" 2002-Buffy asked. "All we're doing is standing here and running if we hear Spike scream for help."
"Right." 1998-Buffy started pacing back and forth. "But what if he's in trouble and we don't know it? What IF he couldn't scream? What if-"
"I'm sure we'd both know if Spike was in trouble." 2002-Buffy said quietly, then looked over at her Spike, sharing a secret smile with him.
Angel looked between the threesome and groaned inwardly. There was DEFINITELY something going on between both Buffy's and Spike's.
****
Spike stood behind Angelus, quietly chanting a spell. He HAD to put Angelus to sleep if he was going to get the Krystef crystal, and he knew Drusilla wouldn't be much of a problem awake. And Harmony, well he could probably knock that bint out with a shoe.
Chanting the last words of the spell, and hoping it succeeded, he sprinkled at yellow powder over Angelus. The vampire passed out right away, and Spike grinned in accomplishment.
Drusilla, realizing what had happened, stopped her spinning and looked over at Spike, loathing apparent on her face.
"Uuuuuuuuh!" She yelled as she charged at Spike. He grabbed her around the neck quickly, throwing her into the wall. He smiled in satisfaction as she hit the wall with a thud, immediately passing out. But, Harmony, she didn't really seem to care. For, she shrugged her shoulders muttering something about "mean people" as she walked out of the crypt, afraid to be attacked by Spike also.
Spike quickly ran up to Angelus then, grabbing hold of the necklace and removing it from around Angelus' neck. It glowed when he touched it, and he smiled. It sure was beautiful for such a small thing.
But, no time to dwell on a crystal right now, Spike thought, immediately running out of the crypt and towards where everyone was waiting for him.
****
"Spike!" 1998-Buffy yelled happily as she saw her lover running towards her, a red-glowing object dangling from his hand. "You got it!"
"Yeah," He approached her and she wrapped him in a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay." She smiled, breathing in the sent that was purely Spike. Smoke and bourbon, mixed with a touch of cologne. She loved how he smelled.
2002-Buffy, seeing the happy exchange between the two, looked up at her Spike, placing a deep kiss on his lips, not caring that Angel was there anymore.
"Promise you'll never leave me?" She whispered.
He smirked, "Where did that come from?"
"Just promise me," She looked up at him with large green eyes.
"I promise."
TBC....
Please review!