Disclaimer: La la la, I don't own them, still trying to get over it…la la la…this is me in Denial Land…
Author's Notes: Trying very hard to keep up the work on the story…if you care to read another one of mine you could try (Cordelia's Diary)
Okay, on with the story!
"Uh, hi," Buffy said, still trying to figure out what had happened. "What are you doing here?"
"Sitting on the floor," Angel answered simply.
"Don't get smart with me," Buffy said. "I've had a very bad day. Fifty years' worth of them, in fact."
"Okay," Angel said, beginning to get up, but finding an invisible barrier all around him. "Uh…little help here?"
"Miss Ford, could you please invite Angel into your house?" Buffy asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"Oh my…he's a vampire?"
"No," Buffy said curtly, "he's my boyfriend. And he's good. Please invite him."
"Well…" Miss Ford was clearly torn between her trust of the Slayer and her distrust of vampires. In the end, neither really won out. "All right," she said cautiously. "Cassie, run over to the trunk and get a stake."
Cassie held up her stake from patrol. "No need."
Miss Ford closed her eyes for a moment, as if it would prevent any coming disaster. "Angel, I invite you into my home."
The barrier dissolved and Angel got up, turning his attention to the unconscious Willow who had been partly hidden behind him.
"Could you get some water?" he asked.
Miss Ford left to get the water, leaving Cassie, Buffy, and Angel sitting in an uncomfortable silence.
"Let me guess," Cassie said finally. "You're from the future, too."
"You got it," Angel confirmed, putting his arm around Buffy as she sat next to him on the floor and leaned over toward Willow, accepting the glass of water and wet cloth Miss Ford handed her as she re-entered the room.
"You're here to get Buffy?"
"You'd better be," Buffy said from her spot on the floor, bathing Willow's face with the cloth. Willow stirred and muttered something about pianos. "Here," Buffy said to her friend, giving her the glass of water and helping her hold it to her lips. Willow took a sip and looked around. "Where am I?" she asked.
"1954, silly. You did the spell, you should know." Buffy smiled teasingly at her best friend in the world.
"That's the when. What's the where?" Willow asked dizzily.
"Miss Ford's house," Buffy explained quietly, trying to ease Willow back to full consciousness. "She's Cassie's Watcher. Cassie's the Slayer these days."
"Oh," Willow said, rubbing her head. "Ow."
Seeing that Willow was okay, Buffy took hold of her hand and helped her up from the ground, trying to go slowly. Willow stumbled, and Angel jumped up to support her on the other side. Together they helped her over to the couch and sat her down next to Cassie, Buffy sat down beside both of them and Angel stood by the sofa's arm.
"Uh, who's this?" Cassie asked.
"This is Willow Rosenberg, my best friend," Buffy told her. She's probably the one who did the spell to get these two here. Am I right?" Willow nodded.
"She's not a vampire," Cassie observed.
"No, just mortal. Thus the unconsciousness."
Suddenly, a rock came flying through the window, shattering the glass.
***
Sunnydale, California 1999
Cordelia screamed as a brick came flying in through the library skylight, landing on the floor near the table. "Giles! Giles! Giles! GIIIIIIII-LLLESSS!!!"
"I'm right here, Cordelia," Giles snapped, walking irritably over toward the brick.
"I've got glass in my hair, Giles!" Cordelia shrieked. "I'd just gotten out the demon slime, and now I have glass! Sometimes I wonder why I continue to hang out with all you guys!"
"Cordelia, why don't you run to the locker room and take a shower?" Giles asked her.
"I am going nowhere," Cordelia said stubbornly, seating herself at the library table. "I am staying right here where the weapons are."
Giles sighed and handed her a book. "Read this, then."
Sorry, another short one. But America's Most Wanted is on TV!!
