~Disclaimer~
I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to
the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel the Series". They were created by
Joss Whedon and belong to him, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui
Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, WB and UPN Television Networks. Got that? Great.
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He hadn't even gotten the box a foot off the floor before he dropped it. Leaving it by his feet, he turned to examine his new surroundings. He was indeed in the Original Sunnydale High library... but why? Turning to Giles' desk, he looked to the calender that hung behind it. There were large red x's marking up until the current date. "Sunday March 2nd..." His voice trailed off when he noticed the date printed along the top of the glossy paper. "1997." He hung his head, and turned back to the shelves, sighing.
He didn't want to know why he was even here in the first place, but it seemed he was alone. If it was Sunday, the why in god's name was he at the school of all places? He closed his eyes, and snapped them open, hoping it was all just a dream. But the musty library still laid stretched out before his eyes.
Was this it? Was he doomed to live the last 10 years over again? He knew he didn't want to relive all that had happened, no way. It was only March 2nd 1997.... March 2nd? He paused his current thoughts for a moment, thinking back to Buffy's first day at the high school. That was indeed the 3rd. He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. Suddenly, it didn't seem all that bad. He stared at his reflection in the library doors, and smiled. He was his old, 2 eyed cute self. It no longer felt like he was living a nightmare, although reliving his past life over again wasn't something he wanted to do- it seemed for the time being he had not choice but to do so. At least until he figured everything out.
He had so much on his mind, he forgot the library would be locked up, from the outside. When he tried to open the door, it didn't even budge. He had to admire the craftsmanship of the old wooden doors, but what he didn't need at the moment was sturdy wood. he sighed, and picked his box up off the floor, and set it on one of the tables. He began rummaging through it, not taking notice to the time.
The clock on the wall read 5:53 am. When a key opened the lock of the door, he jumped and turned to see Giles come in, a stack of books in his hands. When he set them down, and turned to Xander- a look of shock drown his features. "Uh, hi..." Was all Xander could manage, looking to the watcher nervously.
"Xander, what on earth are you doing here at this time the morning?" Giles asked, taking his glasses off to clean them.
"Funny story, actually," Xander began getting to his feet. "You see, I was at my apartment cleaning my closet out with Andrew when-"
"You have an apartment?" Giles asked, placing his glasses back on his face, and turning to his books.
"Yeah, anyway. I was cleaning out my closet and... it was like poof! Well, not actually poof but, it seemed li-"
"Poof?" Giles asked, amusement creeping into his voice.
"Just, just listen." Xander demanded, holding up his hand. "It was -like- poof, and I was here." He looked to Giles, who seemed rather amused by the situation. "And you have no idea what Im talking about." Giles shook his head. "Alright, well lets put it this way. Where I was, it was year 2006... here, its 1997." Giles nodded, trying to look as serious as possible.
"Maybe you dozed off Xander." Xander shook his head. First of all, how could he doze off on Friday, and wake up on Sunday in the middle of the library? If anything, he thought he would find himself at one of the tables, drool running down his chin. "Oh, you left this here on Friday." Giles said, breaking his thoughts. Xander looked up to his skateboard.
"Th...Thanks." He choked. "I, better- do... something with it." He sighed, and tucked it under his arm and picked up his box as he made it to the outside of the building. There was no one around, so he set the box down, and jumped onto his skateboard. He went careening down the ramp, and onto the sidewalk. He found himself going down a rather big hill, too fast for comfort. Once he made it to the bottom of the hill, the wheels of his skateboard caught on some grass, and he went flying face first into the dirt.
"Hey, are... are you ok?" A female's voice rang in his ears, and he sat up.
"Oh, hi Buff..." He smiled nervously. "Yeah, Im fine. Aside from a few new bruises..." He corrected himself quickly, and got to his feet, now face to face with an 18 year old Buffy Summers. "The name's Xander." He said, holding his hand out for a hand shake. "And you're... Summers." He said, looking over his shoulder at the mailbox he nearly ran into. She laughed, and took his hand.
"Buffy Summers, actually." She shifted her back pack from one side of her waist to the other and smiled. "Hey, you go to Sunnydale High?" She asked, glancing over his shoulder at the school at the top of the hill.
"Yeah, I did. D'I doooo go there." He hung his head for a moment, scorning himself for all the slips.
"Ah, would you like a ride then?" Another voice shook him from his private session. He looked up to see Joyce, his smile growing. It was strange to see her, after all she had been gone longer then Anya. The thought of Anya sent him through whirling emotion, like a knife was churned in his stomach. He was going to have to face Anya, and live through their wedding day, and-
"Whoo hoo, Xander? Want a ride?" Xander snapped out of his trance like state, and nodded absently, climbing into the back of Buffy's mom's jeep.
TBC
I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to
the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel the Series". They were created by
Joss Whedon and belong to him, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui
Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television, WB and UPN Television Networks. Got that? Great.
____________________________________________
He hadn't even gotten the box a foot off the floor before he dropped it. Leaving it by his feet, he turned to examine his new surroundings. He was indeed in the Original Sunnydale High library... but why? Turning to Giles' desk, he looked to the calender that hung behind it. There were large red x's marking up until the current date. "Sunday March 2nd..." His voice trailed off when he noticed the date printed along the top of the glossy paper. "1997." He hung his head, and turned back to the shelves, sighing.
He didn't want to know why he was even here in the first place, but it seemed he was alone. If it was Sunday, the why in god's name was he at the school of all places? He closed his eyes, and snapped them open, hoping it was all just a dream. But the musty library still laid stretched out before his eyes.
Was this it? Was he doomed to live the last 10 years over again? He knew he didn't want to relive all that had happened, no way. It was only March 2nd 1997.... March 2nd? He paused his current thoughts for a moment, thinking back to Buffy's first day at the high school. That was indeed the 3rd. He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. Suddenly, it didn't seem all that bad. He stared at his reflection in the library doors, and smiled. He was his old, 2 eyed cute self. It no longer felt like he was living a nightmare, although reliving his past life over again wasn't something he wanted to do- it seemed for the time being he had not choice but to do so. At least until he figured everything out.
He had so much on his mind, he forgot the library would be locked up, from the outside. When he tried to open the door, it didn't even budge. He had to admire the craftsmanship of the old wooden doors, but what he didn't need at the moment was sturdy wood. he sighed, and picked his box up off the floor, and set it on one of the tables. He began rummaging through it, not taking notice to the time.
The clock on the wall read 5:53 am. When a key opened the lock of the door, he jumped and turned to see Giles come in, a stack of books in his hands. When he set them down, and turned to Xander- a look of shock drown his features. "Uh, hi..." Was all Xander could manage, looking to the watcher nervously.
"Xander, what on earth are you doing here at this time the morning?" Giles asked, taking his glasses off to clean them.
"Funny story, actually," Xander began getting to his feet. "You see, I was at my apartment cleaning my closet out with Andrew when-"
"You have an apartment?" Giles asked, placing his glasses back on his face, and turning to his books.
"Yeah, anyway. I was cleaning out my closet and... it was like poof! Well, not actually poof but, it seemed li-"
"Poof?" Giles asked, amusement creeping into his voice.
"Just, just listen." Xander demanded, holding up his hand. "It was -like- poof, and I was here." He looked to Giles, who seemed rather amused by the situation. "And you have no idea what Im talking about." Giles shook his head. "Alright, well lets put it this way. Where I was, it was year 2006... here, its 1997." Giles nodded, trying to look as serious as possible.
"Maybe you dozed off Xander." Xander shook his head. First of all, how could he doze off on Friday, and wake up on Sunday in the middle of the library? If anything, he thought he would find himself at one of the tables, drool running down his chin. "Oh, you left this here on Friday." Giles said, breaking his thoughts. Xander looked up to his skateboard.
"Th...Thanks." He choked. "I, better- do... something with it." He sighed, and tucked it under his arm and picked up his box as he made it to the outside of the building. There was no one around, so he set the box down, and jumped onto his skateboard. He went careening down the ramp, and onto the sidewalk. He found himself going down a rather big hill, too fast for comfort. Once he made it to the bottom of the hill, the wheels of his skateboard caught on some grass, and he went flying face first into the dirt.
"Hey, are... are you ok?" A female's voice rang in his ears, and he sat up.
"Oh, hi Buff..." He smiled nervously. "Yeah, Im fine. Aside from a few new bruises..." He corrected himself quickly, and got to his feet, now face to face with an 18 year old Buffy Summers. "The name's Xander." He said, holding his hand out for a hand shake. "And you're... Summers." He said, looking over his shoulder at the mailbox he nearly ran into. She laughed, and took his hand.
"Buffy Summers, actually." She shifted her back pack from one side of her waist to the other and smiled. "Hey, you go to Sunnydale High?" She asked, glancing over his shoulder at the school at the top of the hill.
"Yeah, I did. D'I doooo go there." He hung his head for a moment, scorning himself for all the slips.
"Ah, would you like a ride then?" Another voice shook him from his private session. He looked up to see Joyce, his smile growing. It was strange to see her, after all she had been gone longer then Anya. The thought of Anya sent him through whirling emotion, like a knife was churned in his stomach. He was going to have to face Anya, and live through their wedding day, and-
"Whoo hoo, Xander? Want a ride?" Xander snapped out of his trance like state, and nodded absently, climbing into the back of Buffy's mom's jeep.
TBC