*Beginning Note* Oh seems like I never mentioned this..the story's set right after "Lies My Parents Told Me", and may contain spoilers for the rest of the series. I'll update my summary shortly.
*Disclaimer* Don't own anything. So don't sue! BtVS belongs to Joss the Almighty and his pals. Matchbox Twenty belongs to Matchbox Twenty. Their song belongs to them. I'm just taking a stroll in their little world. No harm intended.
---------- ALTERNATE UNIVERSE? HOW LAME IS THAT? ----------
Apparently, my "hi I'm right here so come and kill me" exclamation was heard by the remaining two figures. One of them started running over this way and the other followed shortly. This was when my wonderful fight or flight instinct kicked in, and of course I chose the latter. I held on to my dear life and darted down the street. But I wasn't quick enough. Next thing I knew, I was tackled from behind and fell hard to the ground. Something must have hit my head coz it began to spin in the surfacing pain. Before I completely passed out, I heard a voice muttered, "Bloody hell..."
I woke up in a fluffy bed to a nice aroma of funnel cake but a terrible headache. If it weren't for the headache, or the muffled noises coming from somewhere, I would have thought I was dead and went to heaven. I knocked myself on the head for the lameness of the thought, then regretted it as the headache intensified as a warning to my abuse. I slowly got out of the bed and took a look around, trying to get my sense of bearing back. I was in a room, a pretty nice room despite the scattering sleeping bags and personal items on the floor. There was a door to my right and a closet to my left. Okay. No biggie. So I decided to take it a step further and went out of the room. What I saw there no doubt hurt my head even more. Coz for the next 90 seconds or so, I was in completely shock, confusion, and last but not least, excitement.
I saw in front of me a whole bunch of girls in the kitchen fighting for a good spot at the dinner table and over boxes of cereal. Then I saw a guy by the stove in an apron and mitts, struggling with his highly misshaped what-so-looks-like-funnel cakes. A guy stood by a broken window taking measurements, and another standing in the corner smoking away. At the far side was a girl in deep conversation with a middle-aged looking man. The shocking part was, I recognized all of them!
"We thought she was a loose vamp or something. You know. It was dark and all." The girl said to the man.
"But that doesn't mean you can let Spike tackle her from behind, Buffy. Shouldn't you clear up on what she was first?"
"But Giles!" Buffy paused when she saw me standing by the kitchen door.
"Hey. You're up. How's...um...your head feeling?" Buffy asked me concernedly. "I'm sorry we tackled you last night. We thought you were a...um..."
"A vampire? It's okay. I understand." I finished the sentence for her, then babbled to myself, "well at least that part alright. Now that poofing shadow makes sense. What I don't understand is, how's this possible? They aren't even real."
I looked up and saw Buffy's concerned face when she asked, "Possible what? Who are you anyway? You shouldn't be walking by a cemetery alone that late at night, you know. You could get into accidents. And how do you know about vampires?"
"Um...see, well, I don't really know how to put it. I...um...sort of come from somewhere else."
"Well, your accent totally spells C-A-N-A-D-A, if that's what you mean." Spike, the one with the good ear and a hundred some odd years of travelling experience, suggested.
"No, I mean yes, I mean, I'm from Canada. Yes, Toronto, in fact. But no, that's not what I mean when I say I'm not from here. See, I'm sorta from this, what you call it, alternate universe, I guess."
"Bloody hell!" The bleached blond vampire cried in annoyance. "Another one? Lemme guess pet, we're TV show characters. Buffy, or more precisely her counterpart, is married to Freddie Prince Jr. Giles did a bunch of coffee commercials, and I'm not really British. How am I doing so far?"
You should've seen me. My eyes practically fell out of my sockets and my jaw dropped to the floor. How would they possibly know? "How do you...wait. You said ANOTHER. There was someone else like me?"
It was Dawn who chimed in, "yeah, two girls showed up last year with a bunch of DVDs. Told us some pretty interesting stuff. And their Sexiest Men On Earth collection was just hot." She then threw a glance at Spike and giggled.
"Sod off, niblet." Spike protested before returning his attention to me. "They apparently got sucked in through their TV. What's your deal?"
"I was heading back to my hotel from a concert."
"Don't tell me. Ghost of the Robot?"
"Nah, luv you Spike, but not that obsessed yet." I couldn't resist shooting him down. I wanted to do it for so long, and now seemed like my dreams just came true. "Matchbox Twenty."
"Bullocks. Xander sings better than those wankers." Oh it's so fun to see Spike getting jealous at my comment.
"Why thank you. I really sing that well? Maybe I should go audition or something. Have my own album." As usual, Xander couldn't catch on to the sarcasm behind the comment.
"I was being ironic, brainhead." Spike strictly corrected.
"Oh shut up, Spike." The slayer intervened before the brewing insult competition could begin. "We have a situation here. She has to go back somehow. It's not safe for her to be here, especially not now."
"Why not?" I questioned. I liked it here among the characters of my favorite show. To be sent back right away would be the last thing I wanted. "Because you're on your way to fighting the First Evil?"
"Don't tell me, you're from our future too?"
"Well, that depends. What is the very last big thing that happened around here before my arrival?"
"That'll be Spike, right?" Xander suggested. "Unless you count the EXCITING patrol and vamp-dusting last night to be a bigger thing."
"Got that bloody trigger out two nights ago." Seeing that I didn't seem to figure out anything from Xander's clue, the vampire elaborated voluntarily. Then turning to face Xander he added, "thanks for shoving me under the spotlight."
"You're very welcome, and by the way, you kinda missed out the beating the crap out of the principal part." Xander added.
"He was trying to kill me back there. Have you seen that shack of his?"
"That's enough." The impatient slayer stepped in once again. "So? Future or no future?"
"I'm guessing the same timeline as yours. I watched that ep last night. It aired two nights ago, but it took me forever to get it off the net."
"Huh?" Okay, great. I managed to confuse everybody. In order to explain I began telling them my miserable BtVS drought.
"Oh, it's just that I'm boarding in someone's house. My landlady kinda puts up all sorts of parental control restrictions over the only TV that gets UPN. So I never get to see the show until I download the eps onto my computer."
"Computers." Giles sighed at my mentioning of the Internet. "See, I told you Buffy. People nowadays have absolutely no regards on the value of books and physical research. Another living example standing right here." He nodded at me for emphasis. "I assume that acquisition you're performing is entirely legal."
"Oh entirely, of course!" On top of that I gave Giles an evil grin.
"Right. Wasn't there, didn't see it, couldn't have stopped you."
"Good idea. Plus if no one watches the show in my universe, then your world will probably cease to exist long before 2 months from now." Oops, I think I just let something future-ish slip from my mouth. "Okay, forget what I just said."
*END NOTE 1 - the two girls from a year back is from a really cool fic I'm reading..called "What on earth?" by Andie17. Thanks girl. Your fic rocks.*
*END NOTE 2 - Okay. I just reread the story. I find it sounds really stupid. I dunno if I wanna keep writing it anymore. Oh well, review and let me know.*
*Disclaimer* Don't own anything. So don't sue! BtVS belongs to Joss the Almighty and his pals. Matchbox Twenty belongs to Matchbox Twenty. Their song belongs to them. I'm just taking a stroll in their little world. No harm intended.
---------- ALTERNATE UNIVERSE? HOW LAME IS THAT? ----------
Apparently, my "hi I'm right here so come and kill me" exclamation was heard by the remaining two figures. One of them started running over this way and the other followed shortly. This was when my wonderful fight or flight instinct kicked in, and of course I chose the latter. I held on to my dear life and darted down the street. But I wasn't quick enough. Next thing I knew, I was tackled from behind and fell hard to the ground. Something must have hit my head coz it began to spin in the surfacing pain. Before I completely passed out, I heard a voice muttered, "Bloody hell..."
I woke up in a fluffy bed to a nice aroma of funnel cake but a terrible headache. If it weren't for the headache, or the muffled noises coming from somewhere, I would have thought I was dead and went to heaven. I knocked myself on the head for the lameness of the thought, then regretted it as the headache intensified as a warning to my abuse. I slowly got out of the bed and took a look around, trying to get my sense of bearing back. I was in a room, a pretty nice room despite the scattering sleeping bags and personal items on the floor. There was a door to my right and a closet to my left. Okay. No biggie. So I decided to take it a step further and went out of the room. What I saw there no doubt hurt my head even more. Coz for the next 90 seconds or so, I was in completely shock, confusion, and last but not least, excitement.
I saw in front of me a whole bunch of girls in the kitchen fighting for a good spot at the dinner table and over boxes of cereal. Then I saw a guy by the stove in an apron and mitts, struggling with his highly misshaped what-so-looks-like-funnel cakes. A guy stood by a broken window taking measurements, and another standing in the corner smoking away. At the far side was a girl in deep conversation with a middle-aged looking man. The shocking part was, I recognized all of them!
"We thought she was a loose vamp or something. You know. It was dark and all." The girl said to the man.
"But that doesn't mean you can let Spike tackle her from behind, Buffy. Shouldn't you clear up on what she was first?"
"But Giles!" Buffy paused when she saw me standing by the kitchen door.
"Hey. You're up. How's...um...your head feeling?" Buffy asked me concernedly. "I'm sorry we tackled you last night. We thought you were a...um..."
"A vampire? It's okay. I understand." I finished the sentence for her, then babbled to myself, "well at least that part alright. Now that poofing shadow makes sense. What I don't understand is, how's this possible? They aren't even real."
I looked up and saw Buffy's concerned face when she asked, "Possible what? Who are you anyway? You shouldn't be walking by a cemetery alone that late at night, you know. You could get into accidents. And how do you know about vampires?"
"Um...see, well, I don't really know how to put it. I...um...sort of come from somewhere else."
"Well, your accent totally spells C-A-N-A-D-A, if that's what you mean." Spike, the one with the good ear and a hundred some odd years of travelling experience, suggested.
"No, I mean yes, I mean, I'm from Canada. Yes, Toronto, in fact. But no, that's not what I mean when I say I'm not from here. See, I'm sorta from this, what you call it, alternate universe, I guess."
"Bloody hell!" The bleached blond vampire cried in annoyance. "Another one? Lemme guess pet, we're TV show characters. Buffy, or more precisely her counterpart, is married to Freddie Prince Jr. Giles did a bunch of coffee commercials, and I'm not really British. How am I doing so far?"
You should've seen me. My eyes practically fell out of my sockets and my jaw dropped to the floor. How would they possibly know? "How do you...wait. You said ANOTHER. There was someone else like me?"
It was Dawn who chimed in, "yeah, two girls showed up last year with a bunch of DVDs. Told us some pretty interesting stuff. And their Sexiest Men On Earth collection was just hot." She then threw a glance at Spike and giggled.
"Sod off, niblet." Spike protested before returning his attention to me. "They apparently got sucked in through their TV. What's your deal?"
"I was heading back to my hotel from a concert."
"Don't tell me. Ghost of the Robot?"
"Nah, luv you Spike, but not that obsessed yet." I couldn't resist shooting him down. I wanted to do it for so long, and now seemed like my dreams just came true. "Matchbox Twenty."
"Bullocks. Xander sings better than those wankers." Oh it's so fun to see Spike getting jealous at my comment.
"Why thank you. I really sing that well? Maybe I should go audition or something. Have my own album." As usual, Xander couldn't catch on to the sarcasm behind the comment.
"I was being ironic, brainhead." Spike strictly corrected.
"Oh shut up, Spike." The slayer intervened before the brewing insult competition could begin. "We have a situation here. She has to go back somehow. It's not safe for her to be here, especially not now."
"Why not?" I questioned. I liked it here among the characters of my favorite show. To be sent back right away would be the last thing I wanted. "Because you're on your way to fighting the First Evil?"
"Don't tell me, you're from our future too?"
"Well, that depends. What is the very last big thing that happened around here before my arrival?"
"That'll be Spike, right?" Xander suggested. "Unless you count the EXCITING patrol and vamp-dusting last night to be a bigger thing."
"Got that bloody trigger out two nights ago." Seeing that I didn't seem to figure out anything from Xander's clue, the vampire elaborated voluntarily. Then turning to face Xander he added, "thanks for shoving me under the spotlight."
"You're very welcome, and by the way, you kinda missed out the beating the crap out of the principal part." Xander added.
"He was trying to kill me back there. Have you seen that shack of his?"
"That's enough." The impatient slayer stepped in once again. "So? Future or no future?"
"I'm guessing the same timeline as yours. I watched that ep last night. It aired two nights ago, but it took me forever to get it off the net."
"Huh?" Okay, great. I managed to confuse everybody. In order to explain I began telling them my miserable BtVS drought.
"Oh, it's just that I'm boarding in someone's house. My landlady kinda puts up all sorts of parental control restrictions over the only TV that gets UPN. So I never get to see the show until I download the eps onto my computer."
"Computers." Giles sighed at my mentioning of the Internet. "See, I told you Buffy. People nowadays have absolutely no regards on the value of books and physical research. Another living example standing right here." He nodded at me for emphasis. "I assume that acquisition you're performing is entirely legal."
"Oh entirely, of course!" On top of that I gave Giles an evil grin.
"Right. Wasn't there, didn't see it, couldn't have stopped you."
"Good idea. Plus if no one watches the show in my universe, then your world will probably cease to exist long before 2 months from now." Oops, I think I just let something future-ish slip from my mouth. "Okay, forget what I just said."
*END NOTE 1 - the two girls from a year back is from a really cool fic I'm reading..called "What on earth?" by Andie17. Thanks girl. Your fic rocks.*
*END NOTE 2 - Okay. I just reread the story. I find it sounds really stupid. I dunno if I wanna keep writing it anymore. Oh well, review and let me know.*