Title: Alone, I Fear
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, I own Prissy.)
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Eight: Our Story's Just Begun
The circle of the moon
The rising of the sun
We'll be together soon
Our story's just begun
Time will bring us near
I'll never be too far
Oh, baby, don't you fear
I'll always be right where you are
~Paulina Rubio
Truthfully, Buffy didn't know what to say to Prissy's question. What do you say to someone who asks if their life is a lie? Yes? No? Maybe? She couldn't lie to the red-head, so instead she said:
"Where I come from, you know your life, like I know mine. You *will* know that life when you get back to it. So no, your life isn't a lie. But, this life is my life."
Once the question was answered, nobody spoke. Everyone sitting there in stunned silence. Prissy sobbing quietly, Anya looking nonchalant, Buffy looking calm yet upset, while everyone else just sat there, still trying to absorb the information they'd been given. Even though Spike was beginning to remember things from Buffy's dimension-or whatever it was, and he'd said before, that he believed her, he still looked a little shocked.
"I'm a poof?" Spike, of course, was the one to break the stunned silence by asking a question that sounded odd to everyone's ears.
"Well you *do* have a soul." Buffy said, quietly. "So if that's what you consider a poof to be---yeah. I guess."
He nodded silently, nothing else coming out of his mouth. No snarky comments as she had expected. And, she guessed Spike had simply spoken to break the heart-breaking and uncomfortable silence. She understood.
"So are we going to start looking for ways to sent Buffy back, or am I wasting my time?" Anya spoke impatiently from her seat on the couch.
Everyone nodded, still numb though. And Giles, giving away his obvious uncomfortableness, kept cleaning his glasses, as if they could never be spotless.
"I-I suppose we should set things right." Giles spoke, almost too calmly. "So I'll go over to my place and grab books on vengeance demons and ways to reverse wishes. Willow you check the internet. Anya you summon D'Hoffryn. And, I'll be back within the hour."
Giles stood to leave, but Anya stopped him, impatiently saying, "D'Hoffryn! You've got to be kidding me! He's gonna kill me if I summon him!"
Giles turned towards her angry at her words, "No matter how much I love Prissy, we have to set things right, and this is YOU'RE fault. So, you are going to do something about it, Anya. And you are going to do it now."
One looked at the serious ripper-like look on his face, and the ex-vengeance demon was headed towards the door.
Yet, before she could make it out the door, a question couldn't help surfacing in Buffy's mind, so she approached Anya, asking, "If Giles is in England, and my mom is dead in my dimension, how come they're here?"
Anya looked truly puzzled by this question, and her only answer was far from what Buffy wanted to hear, "I don't know."
****
Buffy watched as Spike lazily puffed on a stale cigarette. Both were outside, and Buffy sat next to him, just enjoying the feel of his presence next to her. She missed her Spike. She *really* missed her Spike. Even if he was an insane vampire living in the basement of Sunnydale High.
"Can you tell me about me?" Spike suddenly asked, the cigarette falling to the ground, and being crushed by at boot-clad foot. "How I am in your dimension, I mean?"
"I've told you you're souled." She said quietly. "I don't know what else to say. You," She paused. "You try to do everything to make me happy." She got a faraway look in her eyes as she said this, but quickly shook her head, and continued talking to him. "But you already know you're in love with me there. Hell, you even seem to be," She paused, hazel eyes meeting soft blue. "Are you in love with me here?"
His answer was to lean over and kiss her softly on the lips. It was soft, chaste, and barely touching at first. But, she quickly turned it into just the opposite.
Her tongue soon found his own, both now doing a battle for dominance just as they had fought so many times. Both dancing. A dance.
Hands were soon roaming, under his shirt, under her shirt. Hair being pulled, yanked lightly. Loving kisses peppered down each others necks. And, suddenly she pulled away, uttering a single word:
"Yes." It had come out in a rush, before she could even think about what she was going to say. And despite being flushed from the kisses, she blushed.
"Yes?" He asked, taking her hand in his own and peppering kisses along her knuckles in a loving gesture.
"You asked me before if I loved you in my dimension. Yes, I did love you... I *do* love you."
****
Giles arrived at Prissy's house right on time. Books were stacked in his arms, piled up to his chin. He reached over to open the door and tripped as the door opened before his hand could reach the knob, the books scattering on the living room floor.
Clapping could be heard from above him, and Giles looked up to see Xander hovering over him, a goofy grin lighting his face, "Great move G-man. Too bad I didn't have a camera. That one was priceless."
"Do *not* call me G-man." Giles stood, brushing himself off, and starting to gather the books he had dropped.
Willow quickly rushed to his side, helping him gather the books. And though grudgingly, both Dawn and Xander did the same. Prissy stayed on the couch though, her eyes on the website Willow had been researching. And, she wished she could just close the browser, just shut her eyes, and all of this would be a dream. She wish she could wake up tomorrow with Dawn and her friends by her side. Buffy was nice, but Prissy was starting to wish she had never met her. But, as life goes, things are destined to be, and this just seemed to be one of those things. One of those times you couldn't choose between yes and no.
The sliding glass door opening made the Scooby Gang aware of Buffy and Spike re-entering the living room. Both looked disheveled, lips swollen from obvious kisses, and hair mussed. This made Prissy cringe. Why would Buffy want to be an inch near Spike, let alone have her lips pressed against his own? Why would Buffy even think about being with a vampire, let alone Spike, in the first place?
"Do you need help?" Buffy rushed over to where Giles was picking up books, while Spike sat down on the couch, a reasonable distance from Prissy.
"No, we'll be fine." Giles said, as the group stood up, a large amount of books in each of their arms.
Buffy nodded, smiling slightly, "Well, at least I *did* offer."
Giles smiled, his eyes making their way over to Prissy for a split second before landing back on Buffy, "Yes, at least."
Just then Anya came rushing through the door, panting, obviously out of breath. "What?" She looked at the Scooby Gang's faces, before she sat down on the couch next to Spike. "I felt like running here."
"Anya, did you find anything?" Giles walked over to the brunette, placing himself in the chair across from her.
She sighed heavily, "Yes."
"Well....?" He waited expectantly, placing his share of books on the glass coffee table in front of him.
She took a deep breath before yelling, "D'HOFFRYN!"
The head vengeance demon appeared, his demonic hands gripped tight around a girls neck.
"Well, he doesn't *feel* like doing it this time, so we....or you, have to kill this vengeance demon." Anya sighed, walking over to the girl, her neck still being gripped tightly by D'Hoffryn, and ripping the precious necklace off of her neck. She than quickly stomped on it. A large and very brief flash of light was noticed and Anya smiled, "There that should make the kill easier."
Both Buffy and Prissy look at each other, hesitant and frightened, this girl was now human, and one thought was present in their minds:
Could they kill a human?
TBC....
AN: Yep I updated, and wrote the whole chapter on paper first, too. How exhausting it is to type when you're not making it up then and there. My hand aches. lol. Anywho, just for your knowledge, I don't have the flu and I'm pretty much better. So just, PLEASE REVIEW
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, I own Prissy.)
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Eight: Our Story's Just Begun
The circle of the moon
The rising of the sun
We'll be together soon
Our story's just begun
Time will bring us near
I'll never be too far
Oh, baby, don't you fear
I'll always be right where you are
~Paulina Rubio
Truthfully, Buffy didn't know what to say to Prissy's question. What do you say to someone who asks if their life is a lie? Yes? No? Maybe? She couldn't lie to the red-head, so instead she said:
"Where I come from, you know your life, like I know mine. You *will* know that life when you get back to it. So no, your life isn't a lie. But, this life is my life."
Once the question was answered, nobody spoke. Everyone sitting there in stunned silence. Prissy sobbing quietly, Anya looking nonchalant, Buffy looking calm yet upset, while everyone else just sat there, still trying to absorb the information they'd been given. Even though Spike was beginning to remember things from Buffy's dimension-or whatever it was, and he'd said before, that he believed her, he still looked a little shocked.
"I'm a poof?" Spike, of course, was the one to break the stunned silence by asking a question that sounded odd to everyone's ears.
"Well you *do* have a soul." Buffy said, quietly. "So if that's what you consider a poof to be---yeah. I guess."
He nodded silently, nothing else coming out of his mouth. No snarky comments as she had expected. And, she guessed Spike had simply spoken to break the heart-breaking and uncomfortable silence. She understood.
"So are we going to start looking for ways to sent Buffy back, or am I wasting my time?" Anya spoke impatiently from her seat on the couch.
Everyone nodded, still numb though. And Giles, giving away his obvious uncomfortableness, kept cleaning his glasses, as if they could never be spotless.
"I-I suppose we should set things right." Giles spoke, almost too calmly. "So I'll go over to my place and grab books on vengeance demons and ways to reverse wishes. Willow you check the internet. Anya you summon D'Hoffryn. And, I'll be back within the hour."
Giles stood to leave, but Anya stopped him, impatiently saying, "D'Hoffryn! You've got to be kidding me! He's gonna kill me if I summon him!"
Giles turned towards her angry at her words, "No matter how much I love Prissy, we have to set things right, and this is YOU'RE fault. So, you are going to do something about it, Anya. And you are going to do it now."
One looked at the serious ripper-like look on his face, and the ex-vengeance demon was headed towards the door.
Yet, before she could make it out the door, a question couldn't help surfacing in Buffy's mind, so she approached Anya, asking, "If Giles is in England, and my mom is dead in my dimension, how come they're here?"
Anya looked truly puzzled by this question, and her only answer was far from what Buffy wanted to hear, "I don't know."
****
Buffy watched as Spike lazily puffed on a stale cigarette. Both were outside, and Buffy sat next to him, just enjoying the feel of his presence next to her. She missed her Spike. She *really* missed her Spike. Even if he was an insane vampire living in the basement of Sunnydale High.
"Can you tell me about me?" Spike suddenly asked, the cigarette falling to the ground, and being crushed by at boot-clad foot. "How I am in your dimension, I mean?"
"I've told you you're souled." She said quietly. "I don't know what else to say. You," She paused. "You try to do everything to make me happy." She got a faraway look in her eyes as she said this, but quickly shook her head, and continued talking to him. "But you already know you're in love with me there. Hell, you even seem to be," She paused, hazel eyes meeting soft blue. "Are you in love with me here?"
His answer was to lean over and kiss her softly on the lips. It was soft, chaste, and barely touching at first. But, she quickly turned it into just the opposite.
Her tongue soon found his own, both now doing a battle for dominance just as they had fought so many times. Both dancing. A dance.
Hands were soon roaming, under his shirt, under her shirt. Hair being pulled, yanked lightly. Loving kisses peppered down each others necks. And, suddenly she pulled away, uttering a single word:
"Yes." It had come out in a rush, before she could even think about what she was going to say. And despite being flushed from the kisses, she blushed.
"Yes?" He asked, taking her hand in his own and peppering kisses along her knuckles in a loving gesture.
"You asked me before if I loved you in my dimension. Yes, I did love you... I *do* love you."
****
Giles arrived at Prissy's house right on time. Books were stacked in his arms, piled up to his chin. He reached over to open the door and tripped as the door opened before his hand could reach the knob, the books scattering on the living room floor.
Clapping could be heard from above him, and Giles looked up to see Xander hovering over him, a goofy grin lighting his face, "Great move G-man. Too bad I didn't have a camera. That one was priceless."
"Do *not* call me G-man." Giles stood, brushing himself off, and starting to gather the books he had dropped.
Willow quickly rushed to his side, helping him gather the books. And though grudgingly, both Dawn and Xander did the same. Prissy stayed on the couch though, her eyes on the website Willow had been researching. And, she wished she could just close the browser, just shut her eyes, and all of this would be a dream. She wish she could wake up tomorrow with Dawn and her friends by her side. Buffy was nice, but Prissy was starting to wish she had never met her. But, as life goes, things are destined to be, and this just seemed to be one of those things. One of those times you couldn't choose between yes and no.
The sliding glass door opening made the Scooby Gang aware of Buffy and Spike re-entering the living room. Both looked disheveled, lips swollen from obvious kisses, and hair mussed. This made Prissy cringe. Why would Buffy want to be an inch near Spike, let alone have her lips pressed against his own? Why would Buffy even think about being with a vampire, let alone Spike, in the first place?
"Do you need help?" Buffy rushed over to where Giles was picking up books, while Spike sat down on the couch, a reasonable distance from Prissy.
"No, we'll be fine." Giles said, as the group stood up, a large amount of books in each of their arms.
Buffy nodded, smiling slightly, "Well, at least I *did* offer."
Giles smiled, his eyes making their way over to Prissy for a split second before landing back on Buffy, "Yes, at least."
Just then Anya came rushing through the door, panting, obviously out of breath. "What?" She looked at the Scooby Gang's faces, before she sat down on the couch next to Spike. "I felt like running here."
"Anya, did you find anything?" Giles walked over to the brunette, placing himself in the chair across from her.
She sighed heavily, "Yes."
"Well....?" He waited expectantly, placing his share of books on the glass coffee table in front of him.
She took a deep breath before yelling, "D'HOFFRYN!"
The head vengeance demon appeared, his demonic hands gripped tight around a girls neck.
"Well, he doesn't *feel* like doing it this time, so we....or you, have to kill this vengeance demon." Anya sighed, walking over to the girl, her neck still being gripped tightly by D'Hoffryn, and ripping the precious necklace off of her neck. She than quickly stomped on it. A large and very brief flash of light was noticed and Anya smiled, "There that should make the kill easier."
Both Buffy and Prissy look at each other, hesitant and frightened, this girl was now human, and one thought was present in their minds:
Could they kill a human?
TBC....
AN: Yep I updated, and wrote the whole chapter on paper first, too. How exhausting it is to type when you're not making it up then and there. My hand aches. lol. Anywho, just for your knowledge, I don't have the flu and I'm pretty much better. So just, PLEASE REVIEW