Part two:
The Meeting(s)
Ding-Dong
Gasp "Don't take me." Buffy bolted straight up in her mom's
bedroom. Buffy looked around and groaned. Got up and walked
toward the front door. But bumped into somebody. "Willow?"
"Oh, I was going to get the door."
KNOCK, KNOCK
"Coming!" Buffy went to the door and opened it to see herself and
Angel.
Buffy shut the door and opened it again still revealing them.
"Okay, I'm half asleep so I'm going to make coffee so I know that
this is a dream." She motioned them into the living room.
1998-Buffy however fainted into Angel's arms, and he carried her
into the living room.
2001-Buffy shook her head form side to side and followed them.
"OH Angel what are you doing here with Buffy in you arms-"
Willow's eyes widened, "there are t-t-t-two of y-you."
That fact just hit 2001-Buffy and too fainted into Tara's arms.
"Who are you?" Angel looked at Tara.
"Why are there two Buffy's?" Dawn came down stairs with Tara.
"And why is Angel here? Is he evil?"
"Who are you people? Willow tell me what is going on here!"
Angel almost screamed.
Willow grabbed a stake, "Who are you?" her evil self was
bubbling to the surface.
"Hello, it's Angel." Nothing "You're in high school, 1998? Dating
Oz."
"NO! It's not, it's 2001 and I'm dating Tara!"
"Who is Tara? That's a weird name for a guy."
"Tara is a girl and she's standing behind you."
Angel looked behind him and the doorbell rang. "Stay here. Dawn
go call Xander tell him to find Spike."
"Are you insane?" Angel screamed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
2001-Spike woke up and decided to walk over to the slayer's
house to check on her, he had a bad feeling. He got dressed in his
regular clothes, black T-shirt, red shirt, Faded blue jeans, his
trademark black duster jacket, and his combat boots. He walked
out into the cool cemetery air, which didn't bother him.
He started walking; he felt someone behind him but shrugged it
off and lit up a cigarette.
"Oh my god it's Spike he's gonna kill us Xander!"
Spike spun around and saw Xander and the cheerleader he saw a
couple times.
"Cordy run!"
Spike stuck up his eyebrow when he saw they weren't moving.
"I'm to scared Xander."
"Me too."
Spike looked around and Xander looked from head to toe. He
looked like Xander, smelled like Xander, spoke like Xander, but
he knew Xander wasn't that stupid. He must be playing with my
head Spike thought.
"Are you taking drugs Harris? You're actually scared of me?"
"Yeah." He squeaked.
"Yeah you're taking drugs, or yeah you're scared of me."
"He's scared of you." Cordy said.
"Thanks honey."
"Yeah right you're scared." Spike laughed and threw back his
head. Then looked at him. "You better bloody well sober up or
stop taking whatever bloody drugs you're taking mate. Why don't
I walk you to Buffy's house and Willow will put a spell or
something on you."
"No way you are not going to kill Buffy. And why would Willow
be at Buffy's house? It's a school night."
Spike blinked several times "Okay A) I can't kill Buffy even if I
wanted to B) you are insane! Buffy and Willow are done with
high school and Willow only has classes on Thursdays C) Why
are you here cheerleader? Thought you were in LA with broody-
boy Angel."
"You went to LA with Angel?" Xander said to Cordy.
"I wish, I mean I wish was in LA, not with Angel! I'd never go to
LA with Angel! You're lying Spike!"
"Okay answer these bloody questions! What is your full name?
What day is it? And what year is it?"
"Alexander Jesse Harris, Tuesday, 1998."
"Cordy Case, Tuesday, 19 freaking 98!"
"No it's not, it's 2001!"
"Hey chip-boy! Doing some slaying in the middle of the-" 2001-
Xander stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Cordy. "Hi, Cordy
it's been a long time-" then he saw himself, "Wait. what?"
THUD Cordy fainted.
"We have a slight problem Harris."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Meeting(s)
Ding-Dong
Gasp "Don't take me." Buffy bolted straight up in her mom's
bedroom. Buffy looked around and groaned. Got up and walked
toward the front door. But bumped into somebody. "Willow?"
"Oh, I was going to get the door."
KNOCK, KNOCK
"Coming!" Buffy went to the door and opened it to see herself and
Angel.
Buffy shut the door and opened it again still revealing them.
"Okay, I'm half asleep so I'm going to make coffee so I know that
this is a dream." She motioned them into the living room.
1998-Buffy however fainted into Angel's arms, and he carried her
into the living room.
2001-Buffy shook her head form side to side and followed them.
"OH Angel what are you doing here with Buffy in you arms-"
Willow's eyes widened, "there are t-t-t-two of y-you."
That fact just hit 2001-Buffy and too fainted into Tara's arms.
"Who are you?" Angel looked at Tara.
"Why are there two Buffy's?" Dawn came down stairs with Tara.
"And why is Angel here? Is he evil?"
"Who are you people? Willow tell me what is going on here!"
Angel almost screamed.
Willow grabbed a stake, "Who are you?" her evil self was
bubbling to the surface.
"Hello, it's Angel." Nothing "You're in high school, 1998? Dating
Oz."
"NO! It's not, it's 2001 and I'm dating Tara!"
"Who is Tara? That's a weird name for a guy."
"Tara is a girl and she's standing behind you."
Angel looked behind him and the doorbell rang. "Stay here. Dawn
go call Xander tell him to find Spike."
"Are you insane?" Angel screamed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
2001-Spike woke up and decided to walk over to the slayer's
house to check on her, he had a bad feeling. He got dressed in his
regular clothes, black T-shirt, red shirt, Faded blue jeans, his
trademark black duster jacket, and his combat boots. He walked
out into the cool cemetery air, which didn't bother him.
He started walking; he felt someone behind him but shrugged it
off and lit up a cigarette.
"Oh my god it's Spike he's gonna kill us Xander!"
Spike spun around and saw Xander and the cheerleader he saw a
couple times.
"Cordy run!"
Spike stuck up his eyebrow when he saw they weren't moving.
"I'm to scared Xander."
"Me too."
Spike looked around and Xander looked from head to toe. He
looked like Xander, smelled like Xander, spoke like Xander, but
he knew Xander wasn't that stupid. He must be playing with my
head Spike thought.
"Are you taking drugs Harris? You're actually scared of me?"
"Yeah." He squeaked.
"Yeah you're taking drugs, or yeah you're scared of me."
"He's scared of you." Cordy said.
"Thanks honey."
"Yeah right you're scared." Spike laughed and threw back his
head. Then looked at him. "You better bloody well sober up or
stop taking whatever bloody drugs you're taking mate. Why don't
I walk you to Buffy's house and Willow will put a spell or
something on you."
"No way you are not going to kill Buffy. And why would Willow
be at Buffy's house? It's a school night."
Spike blinked several times "Okay A) I can't kill Buffy even if I
wanted to B) you are insane! Buffy and Willow are done with
high school and Willow only has classes on Thursdays C) Why
are you here cheerleader? Thought you were in LA with broody-
boy Angel."
"You went to LA with Angel?" Xander said to Cordy.
"I wish, I mean I wish was in LA, not with Angel! I'd never go to
LA with Angel! You're lying Spike!"
"Okay answer these bloody questions! What is your full name?
What day is it? And what year is it?"
"Alexander Jesse Harris, Tuesday, 1998."
"Cordy Case, Tuesday, 19 freaking 98!"
"No it's not, it's 2001!"
"Hey chip-boy! Doing some slaying in the middle of the-" 2001-
Xander stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Cordy. "Hi, Cordy
it's been a long time-" then he saw himself, "Wait. what?"
THUD Cordy fainted.
"We have a slight problem Harris."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*