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"Who the hell are you?" Buffy demanded, "Why are you in my room?"

"Before you panic, take a good look at me."

Buffys eyes narrowed even more and walked closed to the woman. The stranger pulled her hair off her face and Buffys eyes widened.

"Who are you?" Buffy demanded again.

"You know who I am."

"You can't be who you look like because you look like me," Buffy commented. "Except for you trampy clothes and make up oh and not to mention the nasty dye job."

"Hey, I resent that. The clothes are good to fight in and the hair and make up is something you shouldn't really comment on."

"Sorry I just never thought I'd be anything other that blonde."

"Well this was the accident of a spell, I liked it though so never turned it back. Also it's better for hunting, I can blend better."

"Anyway enough with the bitching I need to tell you something, it's important and your going to think it's far fetched but before you decided just think about everything that's happened to you since you moved to Sunnydale."

"Okay, tell." Buffy said and sat on her bed.

"Well to start off with, I am you. Well you'll be me in about thirteen years. I know I don't look thirty, it's because we're the slayer we age differently to other people so we can fight longer. Giles was so astounded when he realised this, no other slayer made it past twenty so no body knew. He rubbed at those glasses for hours thinking about it. So anyway I had to come back because there's an assassin been sent back here to kill someone who's very important to the destruction of the Hellmouth. I have to stop the assassin from killing him and it's so not going be an easy job." Older Buffy commented and pouted. "I don't know why the assassin couldn't have chosen an easier time period to come after him. Maybe a time when he's not evil and I can actually get close to him." She moaned.

"Angel?" Buffy asked with such sorrow in her eyes.

"You'd think so wouldn't you, but no. Just as bad as him though, Wait a minute you believe me?"

"Well I do get the slayer vibe from you and I have this instinct that you telling the truth and that I should trust you. Your right it is farfetched though."

"I never knew I was this intuitive," Older Buffy smiled.

"Who are you here to protect if it's not Angel?"

"You're not going to believe me but it's Spike, I know, I know, Spike's evil. In the future thought he's good and he's one of my closest friends. You shouldn't trust him Buffy just because in the future he fights on our side it take a few year for it to happen so treat him like he's evil still but when he comes to you can't trust what he has to say."

Buffy contemplated this; she didn't really need to decided one way or another on the topic at the moment anyway so shrugged. "What made him change?"

"This is the most far fetched part of it all, he fell in love."

"With who?" Buffy asked confused then saw the look on her old self's face and shuddered.

"Me?" Buffy shuddered again when the older one nodded. "No way."

"Way."

"Ew, that's so gross."

"I thought so too, but he's a good friend to be now and I don't know what I'd do with out him."

She seemed so sincere it was scary.

"What, well err what happens with Angel?" Buffy asks her head lowered.

"I can't tell you, it would disrupt the time line. I can't say however. That no matter what happens and I mean not matter WHAT. Everything turns out okay. It takes a very long time and a lot of pain and angst but everything work's out for the best."

"Can you at least tell me if he's in your future?"

"Yeah he is," her face brightened at the thought, and unconsciously played with the ring on her finger. Younger Buffy noticed this and smiled her self.

"How can Spike be more important that Angel though?" Younger Buffy asked as the question popped in her head.

"He's not. You see Angel they can't touch, he's too important to the world and the power's that be but Spike. Well he's also important but he doesn't have what it takes to defend him self against these assassins. Also in this time he's wheel chair bound making him more vulnerable. I can't really explain in any more detail than that."

"So what do I do to help?" younger Buffy asked.

"I'm sorry to do this to you but," older Buffy took out the coin and dropped it on the floor near Buffys bed.

"I have to do this on my own," Buffy told her. "Absorb," she ordered and her younger self turned into gas and disappeared into the coin. "I'm sorry," Buffy whispered and picked up the coin and putting it back on the necklace that hung round her neck.

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