Title: Deja Vu
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to UPN, Joss, Fox, etc....
Distribution: You can put it wherever you want as long as it's a happy place very far from B/S.
Summary: Xander realizes that he's reliving the same day over and over again. Now that he knows, what will he do?
Setting: Season 5, right before I Was Made to Love You.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.... is that a good thing?
Dedication: To Ozmandayus. This part is dedicated for him because I think I put him through hell
a few months back with a rumor of a fic that I had written going around. Pal, when that fic is
written you'll be the first to see it. :)
Part 5
Magic Box
7:55 A.M.
Things happen for one reason or another. We try to explain them, but sometimes there are no explanations. Sometimes we must just accept things for what they are no matter how irritating it can be. This was the case for Rupert Giles.
"Damnit!" Giles said out loud as the books started tumbling down from the shelf.
Xander was supposed to help out Buffy with the training today so that Giles could have some free time to clean up some of the new inventory he'd received in earlier in the week. He had arrived earlier than usual because he wanted to get as much of the inventory done as possible before the store opened up. However, right now that wasn't looking good.
The bell above the door rang, drawing Giles' attention. {Wasn't that locked?}
Buffy walked in and Giles gave her a slight smile before turning back to his task of gathering up the fallen books.
"Giles, has Xander stopped by?" Buffy asked, walking up to the counter, leaving the front door standing open.
"Huh,...ah, no. Why?" Giles asked looking up for a brief moment.
"Well, it's just I went by his place to wake him up and he wasn't there. Don't you think that's strange?"
"Buffy, people do sometimes like to get up early. Maybe he just wanted to take Anya out for an early morning breakfast or something."
"I guess," she said grumbling a little bit as she leaned against the counter, "but it's not like Xander to get up this early unless it's half price doughnut day."
"Well, maybe in the past, but Xander isn't the same kid you knew in high school. He has responsibilities now, a place to pay for, he's working for a living, and steady girlfriend. In essence, he's growing up into a mature young man who...." Giles was cut off by the loud roar of an engine right outside of the shop, making it impossible to hear himself talk. "Good Lord, what is that noise?" he asked getting up and following Buffy to the open door.
As Giles made his way outside he looked directly into the sun and he briefly thought that the he'd been blinded again because there in front of Buffy and him, sat Alexander Lavelle Harris on a motorcycle with the engine purring loudly. {I must consult my books}
"Hey, anyone want a ride?" Xander said with a smile through his shades.
"Uh, Xander, what are you doing on a motorcycle?" Buffy asked with an amused expression on her face while looking at her friend.
"This is not just any motorcycle Buff, this is a VRSC V-Rod Harley Davidson with 115 horsepower, and a liquid-cooled fuel-injected engine," Xander said with a smile. "I wanted to get a 1957 Harley Sportster model, but they said the fastest they could get it would be in two days," he added, disappointedly.
Buffy raised her eyebrows with a slight nod towards him, "Too bad," she said before continuing. "Uh, Xander, where did you get the money to pay for this?"
"Pfft...money's not an issue when you're talking about beauty Buff," he said before patting the seat behind him with a smile, "So, what to come for a ride?"
"I think I'll pass, but thanks."
Xander nodded, "Giles?"
Giles' mouth was open but no words were coming out as he stared at the beauty that was the Harley Davidson motorcycle.
"I think he's too caught up in the bike's glare, probably remembering his past activities," Buffy said with a smile.
"Well," Xander said, gunning the engine, "just pray it has nothing to do with him and your mom on a hood of a police car."
Within two seconds Xander was down the street, leaving a very pissed off slayer's glare in his tracks.
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Willy's Bar
11:00 A.M.
"Mornin', uh, gentlemen!" Willy greeted the three demons who had just sat down at the bar. Their tongues whipped out at a few flies that flew by, making Willy flinch slightly. One of his new bartenders walked behind him, glancing back and laughing nervously. Willy stopped him with an arm on his shoulder, "See, Steve, that's why I love Maulwort demons. They keep the place clean of vermin. Why don't you set these very fine customers up with the special. Oh, and throw in a few flies from the mosquito catcher in the back okay?"
"The special? Since when do we have a special?" Steve asked. He was trying to juggle empty bottles of beer and a glass with some sort of demon blood substance left in it that Willy hoped didn't touch Steve's hand or else he'd have to find yet another bartender.
"Just do it okay," Willy said with a nervous laugh at Steve before turning towards the three demons that just stared back at him in disgust. "You guys just sit back and," he flinched again as the one on the end flicked his tongue out and ate another bug, "enjoy the appetizers," he finished before walking down to the very end of the bar.
Willy started wiping the bar down with a rag just before looking up to see a man with a huge smirk on his face sit across from him.
"Mister, if you want to order something just go down to the other end of the bar and Steve over there will help you out," Willy said as he continued to wipe down the bar without even looking up at the man.
"You know, I must say I'm rather disappointed. I mean, Willy's is rather famous for it's business in this quaint little town, yet, here I am, and no business," the man said, seated on a barstool right in front of Willy.
Willy looked up and gave this man the once over. There was something he didn't like about him. Hell, he didn't like anything about him. Willy tossed the dirty rag into the trash behind him before turning back around to face the man, "The only business I run here is one of refreshments pal."
"Hmm... really?"
The British accent was quickly getting on Willy's nerves, "Listen, I run a clean establishment here in this quaint little town," he said, overemphasizing the word quaint, "so unless you're here for a drink or something to eat then you're out of luck."
The man slowly leaned over the counter and quietly said, "Do you know how many times I've watched a man eat his own eyes?"
At a comment like that a man would usually laugh, but living on the Hellmouth along with the look Willy was seeing in this man's eyes didn't put him in the laughing mood. He slightly shook his head and swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Well then," the man said pulling back with a smile, "are you open for business now?"
*******************
Rockford Road
10:25 P.M.
"And that's for dodge ball!" Xander shouted as he tossed a basketball into the house while standing in the doorway looking inside the home before turning and walking away with a smile.
For pretty much the whole day Xander had been going to almost everyone's house who at one time or another in his life had walked all over him. He got on his motorcycle and pulled away from his former Sunnydale high gym teacher. {It's funny how a day that started out as bad as this one did had now became one that was probably the best, most carefree day of my life} he thought to himself, remembering the massage he'd had about four hours earlier. Hilda had magic hands, a sensual voice, and had managed to work out every kink and sore muscle he'd gotten since he started working construction. Sure, he had to go about forty five miles to visit the most local health spa, but it was definitely worth it. At the moment Alexander Lavelle Harris felt the most relaxed he had in a long time. Of course, the fact that he was doing nearly a hundred miles an hour on his Harley didn't hurt matters.
As he flew around a corner Xander heard a siren from behind him start up and he looked in his mirror to see a police car beginning to give chase. Usually Xander's first instinct would be to pull over and beg for forgiveness from the officer. Actually, his first instinct wouldn't have been to go over a hundred miles an hour, but this wasn't any usual situation so instead Xander smiled and whipped around another corner with the police car trying to keep up. Within a matter of minutes Xander had two cars on his tail and he could hear more sirens coming from a few blocks away. If he didn't do something quick this joyride would be over. Seeing one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries coming up, he made a sharp turn into it as the police cars came to a stop near the curb with the officers getting out and trying to give chase on foot through the cemetery. However, unless these highly respected lawmen were suddenly going to do a Nutty Professor act and lose over a hundred pounds in about five seconds they weren't going to be successful at catching Xander.
Xander zipped around tombstones as he rode the motorcycle through the graveyard. In a matter of minutes the officers were nowhere in sight. He slowly came to a stop and looked back and then around him, but saw nothing except the darkness of night and the sounds of crickets chirping along with it.
Xander looked down at his watch and saw that it read 10:45, knowing that he had just about twenty five minutes or so until the day started over. Then, he realized what cemetery he was in. As he looked at the one of the crypts a conversation he had with Buffy from just a few days ago sprung to mind. {Or was it a few days earlier} Xander thought to himself trying to remember. Then the conversation that seemed to take place so long ago, he remembered with startling clarity. He suddenly got a very serious look on his face and he stepped of his motorcycle.
*******************
Inside Spike's Crypt
a couple of minutes earlier
Spike was sitting down on top of his tomb and trying to read a book. However, although he may have been looking at the words, they swam in front of his eyes because all he could think about was her. She haunted his thoughts more and more with each passing day.
"Damn her!" Spike said tossing the book onto the floor as he got off of the tomb, "What does it take for her to see that I love her? I know she wants me. I can see it in her eyes. She keeps trying to deny that something is between us, but she knows just as well as I do that I'm right."
He looked off into the darkness of the crypt and a smile started to break out over his face. Soon enough, the smile became a laugh and the laugh turned to near-hysterics before a calm came over him. He ran his hand over his hair, grabbed his duster and made his way towards the crypt door.
Just as he opened his door he felt himself being pushed back inside the crypt, "Hey, just who do you think you're..."
Before Spike could even finish his sentence his face was met with a fist and he went down before looking back up with his back against the eastern wall of the crypt, "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"That was for Buffy. This," Xander said pulling Spike to his feet, "is for me," he finished, thrusting the stake into Spike's undead heart. Xander looked down at the pile of ashes for but a moment before turning and walking out of the crypt. The next thing Xander knew, it was morning again and he pulled himself out of bed.
After getting out of bed he went to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. He didn't know why he took showers anymore because every morning he just woke up the same way he did before, clean and feeling refreshed, but at the moment he just wanted to feel that water as if it could wash him away.
After finishing his shower, Xander made his way to same place he had been the past couple of loops.
"EagleRider Motorcycle Rental, how may I help you?" the man said walking up to Xander with a smile.
"Yes, I'd like to rent the VRSC V-Rod Harley you've got," Xander said.
"How did you know we had a VRSC? We just got...."
Xander cut the man off before he could finish and he gave the guy his credit card number. After the man went behind the counter and ran it through he looked back up at Xander, "Well, it looks as if you've got yourself a Harley sir. How long will you be needing to rent it for?"
"One day is all I need. Oh, and throw in those sunglasses," Xander said pointing toward the shades near the counter before continuing, "While you're at it, throw in a one hundred dollar bonus for yourself."
The man smiled at Xander, "Thank you sir, that's ...that's very kind of you," he said. After Xander filled out the obligatory paperwork, he handed him the keys to the Harley as well as the shades on the counter to Xander. "So, where do you plan on taking her, sir? I mean, not that it's any of my business, but she has to be back here by morning."
Xander turned around with the keys in hand as he made his way to the door. Before opening it though, he turned around and looked at the man, "Don't worry, by tomorrow morning she'll be back in your possession and it'll be like I never even rented it," Xander said as he turned back around towards the door. Something just to his right caught his eye and he stopped.
"Say, how much for the hat?" Xander asked with a smile.
"Go ahead take it, it's yours," the man said.
"Thanks," Xander said taking the hat off the rack and walking out the door.
As he walked out the door Xander put on the shades and looked up at the clear blue sky for a moment. He put on the hat that read "I Love L.A." and smiled as he got on the motorcycle and pulled out of the lot.
==============================
This part was a little shorter than I intended, but the next part
will be probably be pretty long. You'll see Angel and company as
well as maybe a little Faith.
TC
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to UPN, Joss, Fox, etc....
Distribution: You can put it wherever you want as long as it's a happy place very far from B/S.
Summary: Xander realizes that he's reliving the same day over and over again. Now that he knows, what will he do?
Setting: Season 5, right before I Was Made to Love You.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.... is that a good thing?
Dedication: To Ozmandayus. This part is dedicated for him because I think I put him through hell
a few months back with a rumor of a fic that I had written going around. Pal, when that fic is
written you'll be the first to see it. :)
Part 5
Magic Box
7:55 A.M.
Things happen for one reason or another. We try to explain them, but sometimes there are no explanations. Sometimes we must just accept things for what they are no matter how irritating it can be. This was the case for Rupert Giles.
"Damnit!" Giles said out loud as the books started tumbling down from the shelf.
Xander was supposed to help out Buffy with the training today so that Giles could have some free time to clean up some of the new inventory he'd received in earlier in the week. He had arrived earlier than usual because he wanted to get as much of the inventory done as possible before the store opened up. However, right now that wasn't looking good.
The bell above the door rang, drawing Giles' attention. {Wasn't that locked?}
Buffy walked in and Giles gave her a slight smile before turning back to his task of gathering up the fallen books.
"Giles, has Xander stopped by?" Buffy asked, walking up to the counter, leaving the front door standing open.
"Huh,...ah, no. Why?" Giles asked looking up for a brief moment.
"Well, it's just I went by his place to wake him up and he wasn't there. Don't you think that's strange?"
"Buffy, people do sometimes like to get up early. Maybe he just wanted to take Anya out for an early morning breakfast or something."
"I guess," she said grumbling a little bit as she leaned against the counter, "but it's not like Xander to get up this early unless it's half price doughnut day."
"Well, maybe in the past, but Xander isn't the same kid you knew in high school. He has responsibilities now, a place to pay for, he's working for a living, and steady girlfriend. In essence, he's growing up into a mature young man who...." Giles was cut off by the loud roar of an engine right outside of the shop, making it impossible to hear himself talk. "Good Lord, what is that noise?" he asked getting up and following Buffy to the open door.
As Giles made his way outside he looked directly into the sun and he briefly thought that the he'd been blinded again because there in front of Buffy and him, sat Alexander Lavelle Harris on a motorcycle with the engine purring loudly. {I must consult my books}
"Hey, anyone want a ride?" Xander said with a smile through his shades.
"Uh, Xander, what are you doing on a motorcycle?" Buffy asked with an amused expression on her face while looking at her friend.
"This is not just any motorcycle Buff, this is a VRSC V-Rod Harley Davidson with 115 horsepower, and a liquid-cooled fuel-injected engine," Xander said with a smile. "I wanted to get a 1957 Harley Sportster model, but they said the fastest they could get it would be in two days," he added, disappointedly.
Buffy raised her eyebrows with a slight nod towards him, "Too bad," she said before continuing. "Uh, Xander, where did you get the money to pay for this?"
"Pfft...money's not an issue when you're talking about beauty Buff," he said before patting the seat behind him with a smile, "So, what to come for a ride?"
"I think I'll pass, but thanks."
Xander nodded, "Giles?"
Giles' mouth was open but no words were coming out as he stared at the beauty that was the Harley Davidson motorcycle.
"I think he's too caught up in the bike's glare, probably remembering his past activities," Buffy said with a smile.
"Well," Xander said, gunning the engine, "just pray it has nothing to do with him and your mom on a hood of a police car."
Within two seconds Xander was down the street, leaving a very pissed off slayer's glare in his tracks.
************************
Willy's Bar
11:00 A.M.
"Mornin', uh, gentlemen!" Willy greeted the three demons who had just sat down at the bar. Their tongues whipped out at a few flies that flew by, making Willy flinch slightly. One of his new bartenders walked behind him, glancing back and laughing nervously. Willy stopped him with an arm on his shoulder, "See, Steve, that's why I love Maulwort demons. They keep the place clean of vermin. Why don't you set these very fine customers up with the special. Oh, and throw in a few flies from the mosquito catcher in the back okay?"
"The special? Since when do we have a special?" Steve asked. He was trying to juggle empty bottles of beer and a glass with some sort of demon blood substance left in it that Willy hoped didn't touch Steve's hand or else he'd have to find yet another bartender.
"Just do it okay," Willy said with a nervous laugh at Steve before turning towards the three demons that just stared back at him in disgust. "You guys just sit back and," he flinched again as the one on the end flicked his tongue out and ate another bug, "enjoy the appetizers," he finished before walking down to the very end of the bar.
Willy started wiping the bar down with a rag just before looking up to see a man with a huge smirk on his face sit across from him.
"Mister, if you want to order something just go down to the other end of the bar and Steve over there will help you out," Willy said as he continued to wipe down the bar without even looking up at the man.
"You know, I must say I'm rather disappointed. I mean, Willy's is rather famous for it's business in this quaint little town, yet, here I am, and no business," the man said, seated on a barstool right in front of Willy.
Willy looked up and gave this man the once over. There was something he didn't like about him. Hell, he didn't like anything about him. Willy tossed the dirty rag into the trash behind him before turning back around to face the man, "The only business I run here is one of refreshments pal."
"Hmm... really?"
The British accent was quickly getting on Willy's nerves, "Listen, I run a clean establishment here in this quaint little town," he said, overemphasizing the word quaint, "so unless you're here for a drink or something to eat then you're out of luck."
The man slowly leaned over the counter and quietly said, "Do you know how many times I've watched a man eat his own eyes?"
At a comment like that a man would usually laugh, but living on the Hellmouth along with the look Willy was seeing in this man's eyes didn't put him in the laughing mood. He slightly shook his head and swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Well then," the man said pulling back with a smile, "are you open for business now?"
*******************
Rockford Road
10:25 P.M.
"And that's for dodge ball!" Xander shouted as he tossed a basketball into the house while standing in the doorway looking inside the home before turning and walking away with a smile.
For pretty much the whole day Xander had been going to almost everyone's house who at one time or another in his life had walked all over him. He got on his motorcycle and pulled away from his former Sunnydale high gym teacher. {It's funny how a day that started out as bad as this one did had now became one that was probably the best, most carefree day of my life} he thought to himself, remembering the massage he'd had about four hours earlier. Hilda had magic hands, a sensual voice, and had managed to work out every kink and sore muscle he'd gotten since he started working construction. Sure, he had to go about forty five miles to visit the most local health spa, but it was definitely worth it. At the moment Alexander Lavelle Harris felt the most relaxed he had in a long time. Of course, the fact that he was doing nearly a hundred miles an hour on his Harley didn't hurt matters.
As he flew around a corner Xander heard a siren from behind him start up and he looked in his mirror to see a police car beginning to give chase. Usually Xander's first instinct would be to pull over and beg for forgiveness from the officer. Actually, his first instinct wouldn't have been to go over a hundred miles an hour, but this wasn't any usual situation so instead Xander smiled and whipped around another corner with the police car trying to keep up. Within a matter of minutes Xander had two cars on his tail and he could hear more sirens coming from a few blocks away. If he didn't do something quick this joyride would be over. Seeing one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries coming up, he made a sharp turn into it as the police cars came to a stop near the curb with the officers getting out and trying to give chase on foot through the cemetery. However, unless these highly respected lawmen were suddenly going to do a Nutty Professor act and lose over a hundred pounds in about five seconds they weren't going to be successful at catching Xander.
Xander zipped around tombstones as he rode the motorcycle through the graveyard. In a matter of minutes the officers were nowhere in sight. He slowly came to a stop and looked back and then around him, but saw nothing except the darkness of night and the sounds of crickets chirping along with it.
Xander looked down at his watch and saw that it read 10:45, knowing that he had just about twenty five minutes or so until the day started over. Then, he realized what cemetery he was in. As he looked at the one of the crypts a conversation he had with Buffy from just a few days ago sprung to mind. {Or was it a few days earlier} Xander thought to himself trying to remember. Then the conversation that seemed to take place so long ago, he remembered with startling clarity. He suddenly got a very serious look on his face and he stepped of his motorcycle.
*******************
Inside Spike's Crypt
a couple of minutes earlier
Spike was sitting down on top of his tomb and trying to read a book. However, although he may have been looking at the words, they swam in front of his eyes because all he could think about was her. She haunted his thoughts more and more with each passing day.
"Damn her!" Spike said tossing the book onto the floor as he got off of the tomb, "What does it take for her to see that I love her? I know she wants me. I can see it in her eyes. She keeps trying to deny that something is between us, but she knows just as well as I do that I'm right."
He looked off into the darkness of the crypt and a smile started to break out over his face. Soon enough, the smile became a laugh and the laugh turned to near-hysterics before a calm came over him. He ran his hand over his hair, grabbed his duster and made his way towards the crypt door.
Just as he opened his door he felt himself being pushed back inside the crypt, "Hey, just who do you think you're..."
Before Spike could even finish his sentence his face was met with a fist and he went down before looking back up with his back against the eastern wall of the crypt, "What the bloody hell was that for?"
"That was for Buffy. This," Xander said pulling Spike to his feet, "is for me," he finished, thrusting the stake into Spike's undead heart. Xander looked down at the pile of ashes for but a moment before turning and walking out of the crypt. The next thing Xander knew, it was morning again and he pulled himself out of bed.
After getting out of bed he went to the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. He didn't know why he took showers anymore because every morning he just woke up the same way he did before, clean and feeling refreshed, but at the moment he just wanted to feel that water as if it could wash him away.
After finishing his shower, Xander made his way to same place he had been the past couple of loops.
"EagleRider Motorcycle Rental, how may I help you?" the man said walking up to Xander with a smile.
"Yes, I'd like to rent the VRSC V-Rod Harley you've got," Xander said.
"How did you know we had a VRSC? We just got...."
Xander cut the man off before he could finish and he gave the guy his credit card number. After the man went behind the counter and ran it through he looked back up at Xander, "Well, it looks as if you've got yourself a Harley sir. How long will you be needing to rent it for?"
"One day is all I need. Oh, and throw in those sunglasses," Xander said pointing toward the shades near the counter before continuing, "While you're at it, throw in a one hundred dollar bonus for yourself."
The man smiled at Xander, "Thank you sir, that's ...that's very kind of you," he said. After Xander filled out the obligatory paperwork, he handed him the keys to the Harley as well as the shades on the counter to Xander. "So, where do you plan on taking her, sir? I mean, not that it's any of my business, but she has to be back here by morning."
Xander turned around with the keys in hand as he made his way to the door. Before opening it though, he turned around and looked at the man, "Don't worry, by tomorrow morning she'll be back in your possession and it'll be like I never even rented it," Xander said as he turned back around towards the door. Something just to his right caught his eye and he stopped.
"Say, how much for the hat?" Xander asked with a smile.
"Go ahead take it, it's yours," the man said.
"Thanks," Xander said taking the hat off the rack and walking out the door.
As he walked out the door Xander put on the shades and looked up at the clear blue sky for a moment. He put on the hat that read "I Love L.A." and smiled as he got on the motorcycle and pulled out of the lot.
==============================
This part was a little shorter than I intended, but the next part
will be probably be pretty long. You'll see Angel and company as
well as maybe a little Faith.
TC