Title - Three in One
Summary - Something has started playing. Buffy and
friends meet...Buffy...and friends...and more friends?
Author (and feedback) - memark@yahoo.com
Disclaimer - The following work is based entirely on
characters by Joss Whedon and whomever he has shared the
fortune with. The idea comes from a Star Trek:TNG novel
and a challenge from Jenn. I make no profit whatsoever
from this and do it only for my own satisfaction.
Spoilers - Makes references to events of seasons past, but
no major spoilers involved.
Rating - PG
Note - I do poke fun at those of us who spend way too much
time in our own little fantasy worlds, putting them on
paper or computer. Absolutely no offense is intended. If
you are offended, you are taking this stuff way too
serious.
------------------------------------------
EPILOGUE
--------
THE EDGE
He stood on the edge. Of course, it wasn't an edge
that was visible to the human eye. Or any other eye for
that matter. He could see it. Well, naturally he could
see it - that's why he stood on it. It was an odd sight -
this being in its' bright red wig, the floopy (yes,floopy,
not floppy. Floppy is a misuse as he would be the first
to tell you) shoes, and a handful of balloons.
I know what you're thinking. Not thinking, but
visualizing in your minds eye. A clown. A clown standing
on the edge. Mankind tends to think of parallel universes
as a thing of science fiction. Alternate universes that
often end up being written about by second rate fan
fiction writers. You've read them. Those people that
work full time, go to school full time, raise kids full
time, and then sit down to write and wonder why they can't
be published. They see an episode of their favorite show,
don't like the outcome, and write their own little piece
of fiction to make things right. They call that AU.
That's not AU. They have no idea.
AU, parallel universe, alternate reality - call it
what you will. In reality, we do not live in a universe.
We live in a multiverse. There was a time when the
multiverse was created. Granted, it was an accident.
That's a different story, though. When this multiverse
was created, each one had the exact same inhabitants
living an identical life. There came a time when one
version of a man chose something different from that of
his mirror self. From that one action, chaos was created.
Created, yet contained. For millenia of millenia, this
controlled chaos rested on the edge, separating these
realities. Until the clown appeared.
We speak of gods. That is the closest we can come to
understanding what this clown is. He's not a god - and
yes I just changed tenses, but this god, or The Clown,
enables us to do that - but imagine him as such. He
discovered the chaos. With a twitch of a finger, he was
able to disturb the chaos. A rift of sorts - an anomaly?
- was created. Finding that he could do this brought him
great joy. Thus, it starts.
------------------------------------------
THE GOOD
Buffy Summers sat in front of the computer screen.
She knew that this was a bad idea, but hey, even a slayer
needed love. Not just sex - Spike - but love. This is a
bad idea, she thought. She hit the enter button and
waited.
NO MATCHES WERE FOUND
She couldn't believe her eyes! This was a personals
site, where were the persons? Hearing the front door
open, she turned off the laptop and jumped up.
Dawn looked happy. That was good. Wait. Yes, that
was good. Had it been Tuesday, it would have been bad.
Tuesday this was not.
"Dawnie? You look chipper. What's up?"
Dawn stopped her little skip step and looked at her
sister. A guilty look crossed her face. "Oh, nothing."
"Come on, Dawn. No more secrets, remember?"
The teen sighed. "I have a boyfriend. Look, I know
and I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to happen, I just turned
the corner and he was there and he told me he was waiting
for me and I asked him why and he said-"
"Dawn! Slow down, breathe. Why do you act like
that's a bad thing to tell me?"
"Well, you know. You're a woman and women have
needs. I know you haven't...well, you know...since Spike
and-"
"Dawn! Again, breathe. First of all, my...um, you
know...is not your concern. Second of all, you shouldn't
be thinking about you know either."
Dawn blushed. "Buffy, I'm sixteen. Of course I
think about it! Doesn't mean I'm going to do it. I know
all the consequences. Don't worry about it. It's just
nice to have someone like me."
The Slayer nodded. "Yeah. I remember those days."
"You do? I mean, you do! Angel and Riley and...
um... and-"
"Before all-" she made a sweeping gesture with her
arms -"this. I was a normal kid once. Did I ever tell
you about Pike?"
"Spike? Tell me what?"
"Not Spike - Pike. It was when I first found out
about slaying."
The sisters sat on the couch and Buffy told the story
of her first real boyfriend.
--------------------------------------
THE BAD
The blonde turned quickly and drove the spike through
the chest of the nearest vampire. Before it turned to
dust, she was already on the next creature. A few minutes
later, she packed up the weapons that had been spilt from
her bag and went on her way.
Twenty minutes later, the blonde climbed the steps of
the Cincinatti Inn to her grungy room. When she opened
the door, she sensed him.
"I told you not to come here. If you want to talk to
me, just leave a message. I don't want to work for you,
with you, under you, against you, or anything else you. I
kill the things, you tell your bosses they're dead,
remember? Now, leave!"
The scary looking Englishman stood up. "Now, Buffy,
be a good girl. We need to talk."
"Talk. Quick. You have about 30 seconds before I
kick your ass."
"You're free from me."
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. A
million questions went through her mind. She asked the
first one that came out. "Huh?"
"Apparently, you're needed elsewhere. Some little
town in California. Sunnydale. Something about a
hellmouth and a vampire abundance."
Buffy Summers sighed. From Bad to Worse.
---------------------------------------------
THE WORSE
Faith jumped over the thing that was running at her.
Damn Buffy for leaving! There was no way she could keep
up with all these things. She ran. When she managed to
escape, she found a nice dry dumpster and crawled into it.
The Slayer didn't know how it could be any worse than
this. Two years ago, she had been a happy, pampered teen.
That was before her father's company started playing with
the supernatural. Before her parents fell victim to the
supernatural. When she met Buffy Summers, she thought
things might get a little better. The story about the
Slayer was fascinating. How she ended up here, Buffy
dying and being resuscitated by Jesse, she herself being
called as a slayer - it all still astounded her at times.
Every day she thought life couldn't be worse. Every day
she was proven wrong. First, the vampire that used to be
Jesse's friend had turned Giles into a vampire. Then,
Giles had managed to turn Wesley into a vamp. When that
happened, Buffy ran away.
Faith had no idea where where Buffy was. She would
have liked to kill her, or ar least track her down and
drag her back here to help. If Xander tried to attack her
just one more time, she was going to dust him, regardless
of what Jesse said. Poor Jesse. He probably had it worse
than she did. He'd watched Xander die. He'd watched
Xander turn that red haired girl. He'd watched Xander
kill his parents. If Faith hadn't showed up when she did,
Xander would have gotten Jesse. As it was, she'd had to
dust the girl Jesse said was called Willow. Apparently,
there were a great many teens being killed. Who could
have ever imagined that years ago this had been a normal
country?
She thought again of her dad. His company had found
that a vampires blood could heal. Forget the nasty little
side effect of having to be a vamp for it to actually do
any healing. She never shared the fact that it was partly
her dad's doing that the country was over run with the
undead now. The undead population outnumbered the living.
Before the government fell, there had been research to
find out how to stop it. Research that was forever lost.
Jesse said that he knew in his heart that he could
return Xander's soul to him. It had worked for Buffy's
old boyfriend - for about two seconds. He had come
looking for Buffy after being bitten, and feeding in
return, by that Chase girl. When he tricked Dawn into
inviting him into the house, Jesse had managed to use the
spell to give the soul back to Angel. Immediately, Angel
knew what he was, what he had done, grabbed a wooden spoon
and drove it into his own heart.
Still, that didn't deter Jesse. He was convinced he
could help Xander. They'd been "Buds" their entire life.
Faith knew it could never happen the way Jesse wanted it,
but she could let the thing live as long as Jesse was by
her side.
It wasn't fair. Life was wrong. It shouldn't be
this way. She felt a tear fall. She quickly brushed it
away and climbed out of her hiding spot. Heading for the
abandoned house that the Summers had used to live in, she
thought about how life could have been if her dad hadn't
tried to play God.
-------------------------------
THE EDGE
The Clown laughed. He reached out and plucked at the
chaos. To his delight, a small hole appeared. Oh, the
joy! He could see the realities start to mingle. This
was going to be great!
Summary - Something has started playing. Buffy and
friends meet...Buffy...and friends...and more friends?
Author (and feedback) - memark@yahoo.com
Disclaimer - The following work is based entirely on
characters by Joss Whedon and whomever he has shared the
fortune with. The idea comes from a Star Trek:TNG novel
and a challenge from Jenn. I make no profit whatsoever
from this and do it only for my own satisfaction.
Spoilers - Makes references to events of seasons past, but
no major spoilers involved.
Rating - PG
Note - I do poke fun at those of us who spend way too much
time in our own little fantasy worlds, putting them on
paper or computer. Absolutely no offense is intended. If
you are offended, you are taking this stuff way too
serious.
------------------------------------------
EPILOGUE
--------
THE EDGE
He stood on the edge. Of course, it wasn't an edge
that was visible to the human eye. Or any other eye for
that matter. He could see it. Well, naturally he could
see it - that's why he stood on it. It was an odd sight -
this being in its' bright red wig, the floopy (yes,floopy,
not floppy. Floppy is a misuse as he would be the first
to tell you) shoes, and a handful of balloons.
I know what you're thinking. Not thinking, but
visualizing in your minds eye. A clown. A clown standing
on the edge. Mankind tends to think of parallel universes
as a thing of science fiction. Alternate universes that
often end up being written about by second rate fan
fiction writers. You've read them. Those people that
work full time, go to school full time, raise kids full
time, and then sit down to write and wonder why they can't
be published. They see an episode of their favorite show,
don't like the outcome, and write their own little piece
of fiction to make things right. They call that AU.
That's not AU. They have no idea.
AU, parallel universe, alternate reality - call it
what you will. In reality, we do not live in a universe.
We live in a multiverse. There was a time when the
multiverse was created. Granted, it was an accident.
That's a different story, though. When this multiverse
was created, each one had the exact same inhabitants
living an identical life. There came a time when one
version of a man chose something different from that of
his mirror self. From that one action, chaos was created.
Created, yet contained. For millenia of millenia, this
controlled chaos rested on the edge, separating these
realities. Until the clown appeared.
We speak of gods. That is the closest we can come to
understanding what this clown is. He's not a god - and
yes I just changed tenses, but this god, or The Clown,
enables us to do that - but imagine him as such. He
discovered the chaos. With a twitch of a finger, he was
able to disturb the chaos. A rift of sorts - an anomaly?
- was created. Finding that he could do this brought him
great joy. Thus, it starts.
------------------------------------------
THE GOOD
Buffy Summers sat in front of the computer screen.
She knew that this was a bad idea, but hey, even a slayer
needed love. Not just sex - Spike - but love. This is a
bad idea, she thought. She hit the enter button and
waited.
NO MATCHES WERE FOUND
She couldn't believe her eyes! This was a personals
site, where were the persons? Hearing the front door
open, she turned off the laptop and jumped up.
Dawn looked happy. That was good. Wait. Yes, that
was good. Had it been Tuesday, it would have been bad.
Tuesday this was not.
"Dawnie? You look chipper. What's up?"
Dawn stopped her little skip step and looked at her
sister. A guilty look crossed her face. "Oh, nothing."
"Come on, Dawn. No more secrets, remember?"
The teen sighed. "I have a boyfriend. Look, I know
and I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to happen, I just turned
the corner and he was there and he told me he was waiting
for me and I asked him why and he said-"
"Dawn! Slow down, breathe. Why do you act like
that's a bad thing to tell me?"
"Well, you know. You're a woman and women have
needs. I know you haven't...well, you know...since Spike
and-"
"Dawn! Again, breathe. First of all, my...um, you
know...is not your concern. Second of all, you shouldn't
be thinking about you know either."
Dawn blushed. "Buffy, I'm sixteen. Of course I
think about it! Doesn't mean I'm going to do it. I know
all the consequences. Don't worry about it. It's just
nice to have someone like me."
The Slayer nodded. "Yeah. I remember those days."
"You do? I mean, you do! Angel and Riley and...
um... and-"
"Before all-" she made a sweeping gesture with her
arms -"this. I was a normal kid once. Did I ever tell
you about Pike?"
"Spike? Tell me what?"
"Not Spike - Pike. It was when I first found out
about slaying."
The sisters sat on the couch and Buffy told the story
of her first real boyfriend.
--------------------------------------
THE BAD
The blonde turned quickly and drove the spike through
the chest of the nearest vampire. Before it turned to
dust, she was already on the next creature. A few minutes
later, she packed up the weapons that had been spilt from
her bag and went on her way.
Twenty minutes later, the blonde climbed the steps of
the Cincinatti Inn to her grungy room. When she opened
the door, she sensed him.
"I told you not to come here. If you want to talk to
me, just leave a message. I don't want to work for you,
with you, under you, against you, or anything else you. I
kill the things, you tell your bosses they're dead,
remember? Now, leave!"
The scary looking Englishman stood up. "Now, Buffy,
be a good girl. We need to talk."
"Talk. Quick. You have about 30 seconds before I
kick your ass."
"You're free from me."
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. A
million questions went through her mind. She asked the
first one that came out. "Huh?"
"Apparently, you're needed elsewhere. Some little
town in California. Sunnydale. Something about a
hellmouth and a vampire abundance."
Buffy Summers sighed. From Bad to Worse.
---------------------------------------------
THE WORSE
Faith jumped over the thing that was running at her.
Damn Buffy for leaving! There was no way she could keep
up with all these things. She ran. When she managed to
escape, she found a nice dry dumpster and crawled into it.
The Slayer didn't know how it could be any worse than
this. Two years ago, she had been a happy, pampered teen.
That was before her father's company started playing with
the supernatural. Before her parents fell victim to the
supernatural. When she met Buffy Summers, she thought
things might get a little better. The story about the
Slayer was fascinating. How she ended up here, Buffy
dying and being resuscitated by Jesse, she herself being
called as a slayer - it all still astounded her at times.
Every day she thought life couldn't be worse. Every day
she was proven wrong. First, the vampire that used to be
Jesse's friend had turned Giles into a vampire. Then,
Giles had managed to turn Wesley into a vamp. When that
happened, Buffy ran away.
Faith had no idea where where Buffy was. She would
have liked to kill her, or ar least track her down and
drag her back here to help. If Xander tried to attack her
just one more time, she was going to dust him, regardless
of what Jesse said. Poor Jesse. He probably had it worse
than she did. He'd watched Xander die. He'd watched
Xander turn that red haired girl. He'd watched Xander
kill his parents. If Faith hadn't showed up when she did,
Xander would have gotten Jesse. As it was, she'd had to
dust the girl Jesse said was called Willow. Apparently,
there were a great many teens being killed. Who could
have ever imagined that years ago this had been a normal
country?
She thought again of her dad. His company had found
that a vampires blood could heal. Forget the nasty little
side effect of having to be a vamp for it to actually do
any healing. She never shared the fact that it was partly
her dad's doing that the country was over run with the
undead now. The undead population outnumbered the living.
Before the government fell, there had been research to
find out how to stop it. Research that was forever lost.
Jesse said that he knew in his heart that he could
return Xander's soul to him. It had worked for Buffy's
old boyfriend - for about two seconds. He had come
looking for Buffy after being bitten, and feeding in
return, by that Chase girl. When he tricked Dawn into
inviting him into the house, Jesse had managed to use the
spell to give the soul back to Angel. Immediately, Angel
knew what he was, what he had done, grabbed a wooden spoon
and drove it into his own heart.
Still, that didn't deter Jesse. He was convinced he
could help Xander. They'd been "Buds" their entire life.
Faith knew it could never happen the way Jesse wanted it,
but she could let the thing live as long as Jesse was by
her side.
It wasn't fair. Life was wrong. It shouldn't be
this way. She felt a tear fall. She quickly brushed it
away and climbed out of her hiding spot. Heading for the
abandoned house that the Summers had used to live in, she
thought about how life could have been if her dad hadn't
tried to play God.
-------------------------------
THE EDGE
The Clown laughed. He reached out and plucked at the
chaos. To his delight, a small hole appeared. Oh, the
joy! He could see the realities start to mingle. This
was going to be great!
