Title: Lacuna
Author: Sita
Summary: Sequel to Multiformity. Everything seemed over, it seemed there'd be no more dimension hoping for any Buffy or Spike. But, what happens when 2002-Buffy and Spike NOW get sucked into 1998-Buffy and Spike's dimension? And who could possibly be behind this?
Spoilers: I guess it'd be post Multiformity since it kinda went AU from there.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN. Well, except Pyro, Asp and Katara of course, who belong to the one and only me.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first. Also don't forget to give me the credit!
Definition of title: Something that has been emitted or come out; a gap.
CHAPTER SIX
"Come on baby. Come on, pet. You have to be alive." 2002-Spike was taking in deep breaths as though he was a human trying to survive on little air.
"CPR." Willow rushed to 2002-Spike's side. "We've got to do CPR."
The shaken-up vampire sat back as Willow took turns breathing into the blonde's mouth and massaging her heart with her pale hands. And, he waited for that beautiful sound. The beautiful sound he had listened to all summer. The sound of her heart beating as he head laid upon her chest in the warm summer nights, knowing he'd have the rest of her life to be with her. But, he didn't here that soft thump-thump-thump, nor the sound of her quick little breaths. And he was petrified.
Dark, evil laughs could be heard from the other side of the room, where Pyro was still standing. "So one down, one to go, huh?"
2002-Spike stood up at hearing this, his eyes dark, menacing, threatening as he took a step towards Pyro.
"No, Spike!" 1998-Buffy said from her position next to the still unconscious 1998-Spike. "He could kill you too. Don't...."
He tuned her words out when he suddenly heard a soft thump-thump-thump coming from behind him, followed by chest-wracking coughs, and he ran over to 2002-Buffy's side, wrapping his arms around her frail body.
"I thought I had lost you, luv." He sobbed into her shoulder, rocking her back and forth. "Oh God. Don't ever do that again." He than turned his watery eyes from 2002-Buffy over to Willow, two single word escaping his lips. "Thank you."
"Did I die again?" 2002-Buffy asked, trying to sound some-what humorous, but once she started coughing again, 2002-Spike shushed her, continuing to rock her back and forth, his face once again buried in her shoulder.
Everyone in the room was shaken-up from what had just happened. And the room was eerily silent. That's when 1998-Buffy realized something, her eye's fixated on the spot where Pyro was. Except he wasn't there anymore, and she was grateful. They'd find a way to kill that bastard. Oh, they'd find a way.
"Is she okay?" Giles voice was soft, hesitant, as he approached 2002-Buffy and Spike, laying his hand on Buffy's shoulder.
She looked up at him smiling the best that she could, "I'm fine."
"You guys should stay at my house tonight." 1998-Buffy spoke. "My mom would understand." She looked down at 1998-Spike. "And hopefully she won't mind this either."
"He's going to be staying at your house?!" Xander spoke up, looking over at 1998-Buffy and Spike.
"He's unconscious, Xander." The younger Buffy said without looking one of her best friend's in the eyes. Than she looked over at Giles, "But what about them?" She pointed to the two caged demons, one of them still unconscious.
"I think they'll be okay here." Giles spoke, starting to clean his glasses again. "And I think Xander has a point with Spike. Maybe you shouldn't take him to your house."
1998-Buffy quickly turned her head towards 2002-Spike, "So lets get them home?"
2002-Spike nodded, and the two of them walked out, watching 1998-Buffy's retreating form. Leaving them wondering: What the hell is going on?
****
Thankfully for 1998-Buffy's sake, her mom was gone for the night, so she arranged the storage/guest room for 2002-Buffy and Spike to sleep in, while she and 1998-Spike slept in her room. She just hoped her mom wouldn't check on her during the night.
She made up the bed the best that she could for 2002-Buffy and Spike, and even though it was small, the two of them squeezed on it, 2002-Spike not wanting to let go of Buffy. And suddenly, 1998-Buffy wished she could be in love like that again. Loving someone so much. But, as she had realized many times before, 1998-Spike didn't have a soul. He loved her. She believed him. But, she had trouble loving him back.
She didn't want to end up in another Angelus type of relationship, and she was afraid to let herself love again. And, slipping into bed beside 1998-Spike, she wondered why he could fall in love with her so easily, but she not him.
TBC....
OKAY, I know this chapter was extremly short and not that good. But, I needed something to keep you guys on the edge of your seats. PLEASE REVIEW!
AND MERRY XMAS!
Author: Sita
Summary: Sequel to Multiformity. Everything seemed over, it seemed there'd be no more dimension hoping for any Buffy or Spike. But, what happens when 2002-Buffy and Spike NOW get sucked into 1998-Buffy and Spike's dimension? And who could possibly be behind this?
Spoilers: I guess it'd be post Multiformity since it kinda went AU from there.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN. Well, except Pyro, Asp and Katara of course, who belong to the one and only me.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first. Also don't forget to give me the credit!
Definition of title: Something that has been emitted or come out; a gap.
CHAPTER SIX
"Come on baby. Come on, pet. You have to be alive." 2002-Spike was taking in deep breaths as though he was a human trying to survive on little air.
"CPR." Willow rushed to 2002-Spike's side. "We've got to do CPR."
The shaken-up vampire sat back as Willow took turns breathing into the blonde's mouth and massaging her heart with her pale hands. And, he waited for that beautiful sound. The beautiful sound he had listened to all summer. The sound of her heart beating as he head laid upon her chest in the warm summer nights, knowing he'd have the rest of her life to be with her. But, he didn't here that soft thump-thump-thump, nor the sound of her quick little breaths. And he was petrified.
Dark, evil laughs could be heard from the other side of the room, where Pyro was still standing. "So one down, one to go, huh?"
2002-Spike stood up at hearing this, his eyes dark, menacing, threatening as he took a step towards Pyro.
"No, Spike!" 1998-Buffy said from her position next to the still unconscious 1998-Spike. "He could kill you too. Don't...."
He tuned her words out when he suddenly heard a soft thump-thump-thump coming from behind him, followed by chest-wracking coughs, and he ran over to 2002-Buffy's side, wrapping his arms around her frail body.
"I thought I had lost you, luv." He sobbed into her shoulder, rocking her back and forth. "Oh God. Don't ever do that again." He than turned his watery eyes from 2002-Buffy over to Willow, two single word escaping his lips. "Thank you."
"Did I die again?" 2002-Buffy asked, trying to sound some-what humorous, but once she started coughing again, 2002-Spike shushed her, continuing to rock her back and forth, his face once again buried in her shoulder.
Everyone in the room was shaken-up from what had just happened. And the room was eerily silent. That's when 1998-Buffy realized something, her eye's fixated on the spot where Pyro was. Except he wasn't there anymore, and she was grateful. They'd find a way to kill that bastard. Oh, they'd find a way.
"Is she okay?" Giles voice was soft, hesitant, as he approached 2002-Buffy and Spike, laying his hand on Buffy's shoulder.
She looked up at him smiling the best that she could, "I'm fine."
"You guys should stay at my house tonight." 1998-Buffy spoke. "My mom would understand." She looked down at 1998-Spike. "And hopefully she won't mind this either."
"He's going to be staying at your house?!" Xander spoke up, looking over at 1998-Buffy and Spike.
"He's unconscious, Xander." The younger Buffy said without looking one of her best friend's in the eyes. Than she looked over at Giles, "But what about them?" She pointed to the two caged demons, one of them still unconscious.
"I think they'll be okay here." Giles spoke, starting to clean his glasses again. "And I think Xander has a point with Spike. Maybe you shouldn't take him to your house."
1998-Buffy quickly turned her head towards 2002-Spike, "So lets get them home?"
2002-Spike nodded, and the two of them walked out, watching 1998-Buffy's retreating form. Leaving them wondering: What the hell is going on?
****
Thankfully for 1998-Buffy's sake, her mom was gone for the night, so she arranged the storage/guest room for 2002-Buffy and Spike to sleep in, while she and 1998-Spike slept in her room. She just hoped her mom wouldn't check on her during the night.
She made up the bed the best that she could for 2002-Buffy and Spike, and even though it was small, the two of them squeezed on it, 2002-Spike not wanting to let go of Buffy. And suddenly, 1998-Buffy wished she could be in love like that again. Loving someone so much. But, as she had realized many times before, 1998-Spike didn't have a soul. He loved her. She believed him. But, she had trouble loving him back.
She didn't want to end up in another Angelus type of relationship, and she was afraid to let herself love again. And, slipping into bed beside 1998-Spike, she wondered why he could fall in love with her so easily, but she not him.
TBC....
OKAY, I know this chapter was extremly short and not that good. But, I needed something to keep you guys on the edge of your seats. PLEASE REVIEW!
AND MERRY XMAS!