Buffy curled up on her bed and looked down at Dorothy who was nervously looking around the room.
"So what's your deal anyway?" she asked.
"My deal?" Dorothy repeated, unsure what Buffy was asking her.
"Your story. Where you are from , how you got here, who you are...and so on."
"Oh," Dorothy said. "Well I'm Dorothy Gale and I'm from Kansas...and I just want to go home."
"Kansas," Buffy perked up. "That's easy then. In the morning we'll go to the bus depot and buy you a ticket home. Problem solved."
"Bus depot?"
Buffy stared at the girl. Didn't she know what a bus was? She thought for a moment. Dorothy had been wearing strange clothes, rather old fashioned. Gingham? No-one wore gingham anymore. And she had freaked out when she had seen the cars on the walk back to Buffy's house. Not to mention she didn't know how to work the taps in the bathroom.
"What year is it?" Buffy had to ask.
"Why its 1939 of course," Dorothy replied.
"Oh dear, we do have a problem."
"Problem? Why do we have a problem?" Dorothy asked as she cuddled Toto closer.
"Cos its 1998," Buffy said softly.
"Spike," Dru moaned. "My head hurts."
Spike crawled up onto the bed and lay down behind her. Gently, he rubbed her forehead.
"Better luv?" he asked softly.
"Mmm much."
He moved around and held her. "My poor pet. You're just lucky that the house didn't have any loose planks or I'd have lost you."
"Bad house," Dru pouted. "And bad little girl. I so wanted to eat her but the mean slayer took her off me."
"Never mind, daddy will get you another little girl," he said as he leaned in and bit her pouty lip.
"But I want that little girl," Dru moaned softly. "Get her for me Spike. Please?"
Spike thought for a minute. If she was with the slayer, he'd have a hard time getting to her, but Drucilla's hands roaming over his chest soon put a stop to any doubts he was having.
"Anything my baby wants, she's gonna get."
Dorothy felt strange and quite indecent in the clothes she'd borrowed from Buffy. She had to admit though, they were nice and she did look good in them, but still, she longed for the dress that Buffy had declared heinous, whatever that meant.
"Ready?" Buffy asked.
Dorothy walked out of the bathroom and nodded.
"Oh you look so much better."
"I feel...weird," Dorothy said as she smoothed down the tiny top she was wearing. "You don't have anything more...decent?"
"Decent?" Buffy laughed. "That's my favourite shirt you're wearing and its gotten me lots of compliments, thank you."
"Oh I didn't mean to offend you..."
"I'm not offended," Buffy interrupted. "It must be strange for you. But we'll so see Giles and he'll know what to do."
Dorothy smiled. Everything was strange, but she was glad she'd met someone who could help her get back home to Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.
"We should go before mom wakes up," Buffy said as she gathered up her bag. "I don't think she would buy any story I could make up."
"Buy stories?" Dorothy asked. The way Buffy spoke confused her.
"Never mind," Buffy smiled. "Lets just get out of here."
Dorothy grabbed Toto and followed Buffy out of the room. In the daylight, she could see just how different things were here compared to her own home, and time. She was still having trouble realising she had come almost 60 years into the future. Things had changed a lot.
The walk through town showed just how different things really were. Dorothy was still a little scared of all the cars and trucks that sped by, but Buffy had explained that if they kept on the sidewalk, they'd be safe, in theory anyway. She'd never been anywhere as big or as exciting as Sunnydale before. Last night, Buffy had told her all about it and a bit about the people who had attacked her, although, not that much now she came to think about it. Gangs on PCP sounded a bit silly to her. And what was PCP anyway? Maybe this Giles she was going to see would have answers for her...and a way to go home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry for delay and shortness of update. Had surgery on my left arm which makes typing a rather painful thing to do right now.
I have set this in season two of Buffy which, with a bit of research, should be set in 1998, so please don't yell at me if you disagree. I got it from the year of the gravestone in Nightmares (season one) and I just added a year. I am going with the movie version of TWoO (1939) and having Dorothy come from that year since all the research I did trying to place the year it is set in failed. The age of Dorothy can be anywhere from 10 - 16 from everything I have seen and read on various sites, so I am writing this with her being 16, similiar in age with Buffy and co.
And thanks for the feedback. On that subject...to EM : I'm not writing this from anyone's POV so I don't see how you thought it was coming from Dorothy's. I find writing first person narratives quite hard to do, so rarely attempt them. Sure I have characters thinking to themselves a fair bit, so maybe thats where I confused you?
Anyway, my arm needs a rest before I attempt updating something else. Tooodles.
"So what's your deal anyway?" she asked.
"My deal?" Dorothy repeated, unsure what Buffy was asking her.
"Your story. Where you are from , how you got here, who you are...and so on."
"Oh," Dorothy said. "Well I'm Dorothy Gale and I'm from Kansas...and I just want to go home."
"Kansas," Buffy perked up. "That's easy then. In the morning we'll go to the bus depot and buy you a ticket home. Problem solved."
"Bus depot?"
Buffy stared at the girl. Didn't she know what a bus was? She thought for a moment. Dorothy had been wearing strange clothes, rather old fashioned. Gingham? No-one wore gingham anymore. And she had freaked out when she had seen the cars on the walk back to Buffy's house. Not to mention she didn't know how to work the taps in the bathroom.
"What year is it?" Buffy had to ask.
"Why its 1939 of course," Dorothy replied.
"Oh dear, we do have a problem."
"Problem? Why do we have a problem?" Dorothy asked as she cuddled Toto closer.
"Cos its 1998," Buffy said softly.
"Spike," Dru moaned. "My head hurts."
Spike crawled up onto the bed and lay down behind her. Gently, he rubbed her forehead.
"Better luv?" he asked softly.
"Mmm much."
He moved around and held her. "My poor pet. You're just lucky that the house didn't have any loose planks or I'd have lost you."
"Bad house," Dru pouted. "And bad little girl. I so wanted to eat her but the mean slayer took her off me."
"Never mind, daddy will get you another little girl," he said as he leaned in and bit her pouty lip.
"But I want that little girl," Dru moaned softly. "Get her for me Spike. Please?"
Spike thought for a minute. If she was with the slayer, he'd have a hard time getting to her, but Drucilla's hands roaming over his chest soon put a stop to any doubts he was having.
"Anything my baby wants, she's gonna get."
Dorothy felt strange and quite indecent in the clothes she'd borrowed from Buffy. She had to admit though, they were nice and she did look good in them, but still, she longed for the dress that Buffy had declared heinous, whatever that meant.
"Ready?" Buffy asked.
Dorothy walked out of the bathroom and nodded.
"Oh you look so much better."
"I feel...weird," Dorothy said as she smoothed down the tiny top she was wearing. "You don't have anything more...decent?"
"Decent?" Buffy laughed. "That's my favourite shirt you're wearing and its gotten me lots of compliments, thank you."
"Oh I didn't mean to offend you..."
"I'm not offended," Buffy interrupted. "It must be strange for you. But we'll so see Giles and he'll know what to do."
Dorothy smiled. Everything was strange, but she was glad she'd met someone who could help her get back home to Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.
"We should go before mom wakes up," Buffy said as she gathered up her bag. "I don't think she would buy any story I could make up."
"Buy stories?" Dorothy asked. The way Buffy spoke confused her.
"Never mind," Buffy smiled. "Lets just get out of here."
Dorothy grabbed Toto and followed Buffy out of the room. In the daylight, she could see just how different things were here compared to her own home, and time. She was still having trouble realising she had come almost 60 years into the future. Things had changed a lot.
The walk through town showed just how different things really were. Dorothy was still a little scared of all the cars and trucks that sped by, but Buffy had explained that if they kept on the sidewalk, they'd be safe, in theory anyway. She'd never been anywhere as big or as exciting as Sunnydale before. Last night, Buffy had told her all about it and a bit about the people who had attacked her, although, not that much now she came to think about it. Gangs on PCP sounded a bit silly to her. And what was PCP anyway? Maybe this Giles she was going to see would have answers for her...and a way to go home.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry for delay and shortness of update. Had surgery on my left arm which makes typing a rather painful thing to do right now.
I have set this in season two of Buffy which, with a bit of research, should be set in 1998, so please don't yell at me if you disagree. I got it from the year of the gravestone in Nightmares (season one) and I just added a year. I am going with the movie version of TWoO (1939) and having Dorothy come from that year since all the research I did trying to place the year it is set in failed. The age of Dorothy can be anywhere from 10 - 16 from everything I have seen and read on various sites, so I am writing this with her being 16, similiar in age with Buffy and co.
And thanks for the feedback. On that subject...to EM : I'm not writing this from anyone's POV so I don't see how you thought it was coming from Dorothy's. I find writing first person narratives quite hard to do, so rarely attempt them. Sure I have characters thinking to themselves a fair bit, so maybe thats where I confused you?
Anyway, my arm needs a rest before I attempt updating something else. Tooodles.