Summary: What would have happened if Buffy hadn't gone back to Sunnydale to
save her friends? What if she had stayed in what she thought was real?
Disclaimer: Yes, I own it all.Yes, I am also a liar!
A/N: Thanx for the review anon person! I appreciate it.
Chapter 3: Inspired by Juice and Hypnotic
Trina sleepily pulled on some clothes: white, low rise stretch jeans, a black tank top with a red Von Dutch logo and a black and red Von Dutch hat. As she tied her bright red Timberlands, Buffy knocked on her door. "Come in." Trina said as she sat up. Buffy came in wearing Seven jeans and a white wifebeater and white on white Air Force Ones.
"Hey." Buffy smiled and sat down beside her friend.
"Okay Buff, what's wrong you're not your caffinated perky self." Trina frowned. Buffy looked reluctant so say anything, and when she was about to Chuck walked into the doorway.
"Charles." Trina said. "What?" She asked with an annoyed grin.
"Can I borrow your white Yankees hat?" He asked, plastering a smile on his face.
"Which one?" Trina stood up and opened one of her two closets, the one full of shoes, and hats. There were at least four New York hats that were mostly white, one with black stitching, one with white stitching, one with red stitching, and one with pink stitching. Chuck picked up the one with white stitching and stuck it on his head sideways. "You borrow all my hats, you've got a little head." Trina smiled.
"Or maybe yours is just to big." Chuck gave his friend an evil grin. Trina smacked him lightly and shooed him out of her room and closed the door, purposely hitting him on the butt on his way out.
"Sorry 'bout that, lil crack head is too cheap to buy his own hats. So what did you want to talk to me about?" Trina asked becoming sincere again.
"I had this weird dream last night," Buffy began but she suddenly stopped. "No, Trina, don't worry about me. It wasn't that bad, it was probably just the caffeine before bed." Buffy stopped. She didn't need anyone thinking she was still crazy.
"Buffy, I'm serious. If there is anything you want to talk to me about you can. I'm not going to think you're crazy, Buff you know I've been through my own crap and I'm okay now. I know you are too, really. Despite what everyone says, I understand." Trina said. Buffy smiled lightly.
"Thanks Tri, if something comes up that I think I need to talk to someone about, I'll come to you." Buffy assured her friend.
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"That looks really painful." Chuck said, he was still wearing the hat he bummed off Trina, a baggy pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt. Trina was now wearing tight, low-rise black track pants and a red thin-strapped top. She was sitting in a right leg split in her studio. It was dancing day for modern dance class. Therefore they were at the closest dance studio, Trina had made Chuck take Modern Dance with her because she convinced him that it would look good on his record.
"It's really not." Trina said as she slid her back leg around and stood up. She bent over backwards and Chuck held up the small of her back. She was stretching while Chuck was "helping" but he was checking out the other girls in the class. "Chuckie I'm worried about Buffy." Trina said, kicking her feet up and over her head and landing on her feet.
"Why?" Chuck asked.
"She's just acting kinda weird, I don't know. I know she wouldn't want me talking to you about it but you know I have to tell somebody every time I learn something." Trina said propping herself up on Chuck's shoulder.
"Do you think she's crazy again?" Chuck ask, leaning on her also.
"Lordy no, I couldn't think that. I could but I won't, Chuck don't say anything. I really don't think that she is crazy I just think she's having a hard time. I don't know." Trina sighed as she stood up.
"Tri, come on Shawtie. You can't not know, you're you; you just know." Chuck pried trying to get her real opinion.
"Chuck, it just scares me to think that she could be going crazy again. I know I won't but that doesn't mean she won't. But see the thing is that with all this Slayer/vampire shit. Well lets' just say weird things don't confuse me because I know not to look for anything logical." Trina finally told him.
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Buffy sat on the third row of her Sociology class chewing on the end of her pen thinking intently about what her teacher was saying. She had consumed two and a half cups of coffee, but she was still almost dead tired from staying out so late. 'Thank God it's Friday.' Buffy thought.
"Hey Buff, it's me Xander. I'm sure that Wills has already told you but we got the Nerds, and whatever they did to you Willow and Dawn are working on figuring it out. We'll get you back, we really need a Slayer in Sunnydale right now. Tara and Willow are thinking about taking us on a trip to L.A. to go visit Angel, of course you'll be coming. Conscious or not."
"Buffy." A girl whispered poking the blond in the side with the end of her pen. Buffy jerked slightly and slid to her side. "You fell asleep." The girl said smiling.
"Oh God what did I miss?" Buffy asked Kim, the girl who woke her up.
"Nothing, just a short speech on getting adequate amounts of sleep before coming to class." Kim smiled.
"Really?" Buffy asked as the teacher dismissed them. Kim nodded and smiled goodbye and bounced down to one of her other friends and left. On her way out the door Buffy's teacher stopped her.
"Ms. Summers I didn't expect that from you." She said sternly.
"I'm sorry it won't happen again." Buffy smiled. Her smile disappeared as she left the lecture hall and walked off campus toward the dance studio where Trina and Chuck were having class that day. When she arrived her two friends were outside waiting on her. "Hey," Buffy smiled.
"Are you ready to go get lunch?" Trina asked as she stood up from where she had been sitting on the sidewalk.
"Sure." Buffy replied. Chuck walked around to the drivers' side of his white Bentley convertible and unlocked the doors. Buffy and Trina hopped in the back after he put the top down and got in.
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Royce was sitting inside Trina's Mom's restaurant playing with a toothpick waiting on the three of them. "Hey baby." He smiled as Trina slid into the booth beside him and she dropped her bag in the floor. Buffy and Chuck sat down on the other side of the table across from Trina and Royce. They ordered their lunches and got them not soon after. "How was class?" Royce asked his girlfriend as she took a bite out of her cheeseburger.
"It was, as usual, way easier than I hoped but you know. Anyway, since it's Friday what do you want to do tonight?" Trina asked after she swallowed.
"I have a surprise for you Tri." Chuck smiled before taking a drink of his Dr. Pepper. She gave him an interested look, "I booked you a six song set at Hypnotic. You know the new place that all the rappers go." Chuck grinned.
"Who did you kill to get that?" Trina asked.
"Gunn's associate, Angel, he knows the guy who opened it." Chuck replied.
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After 'Rain On Me', 'Unfoolish', 'Milkshake', 'Never Leave', 'Pass that Dutch' and right before her last song (Dirrty) a few people had given Royce their numbers for Trina. As Royce joined his girl on stage and they started their song, about halfway through, Trina noticed Spike in the crowed. He was at the edge of the dance floor where Chuck and Buffy were dancing.
Trina shot him a mean look, he just gave her a half smile and propped himself up against a wall and watched Trina perform. When the song was over Trina took her bow and left the stage with her boyfriend. She whispered something in his ear and walked over to Spike.
"Nice outfit." He smiled, licking his lips.
"Yeah, too bad there isn't a place for a stake in it." Trina growled. "But if you give me a minute I can go get one from Chuck." She started to walk away but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him.
"Hey! Don't touch her!" Royce jogged over to the vampire and Slayer. Spike let go and Trina brushed herself off. "Who do you think you are?" Royce gave him the evil eye.
"Yeah, Goth club's down the street." Chuck said, coming to Trina's side, with Buffy at his.
Spike's jaw dropped when he was the blonde girl, there she was. Two years of searching and she was right under his nose the whole time. Two years and she was only in Los Angeles, Willow would be so happy. Buffy noticed this guy's stare and stepped a little behind Chuck, she had no idea who he was but she didn't like the look she was getting.
"Bounce punk." Royce growled. Spike followed his instructions, he had just rediscovered the love of his un-life and he wasn't about to do anything without talking to Willow first.
The vampire walked outside and stuck some money in the payphone outside the club. He dialed the Summers' number and Willow answered the phone. "Hello?" Came the redhead's nervous voice.
"Hey red, it's me. I've got a surprise." Spike smiled.
"What? Where are you?" Willow asked.
"In L.A. with Buffy." Spike replied.
"With Buffy, how? She's here, just not here." Willow's confusion grew.
"Remember what Giles told us about the two parts of Buffy, the Slayer and the regular girl, and how one can be without the other if separated properly?" Spike asked, pushing her to remember.
"You think?"
"I'm starting to believe it." Spike confirmed as he watched Royce, Trina, Chuck and Buffy walk out of the club and past him to Chuck's Bentley. "Gotta go Red, gonna go catch me a Slayer." Spike hung up the phone and heard the change drop to the bottom. Buffy had left her friends momentarily to get a bottle of water from a machine beside the Starbucks when Spike walked up behind her.
She turned around and he was directly in front of her. He didn't waste time, the vampire pinned her to the machine and pressed his cold lips up against Buffy's glossy ones.
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A/N: Cliffhanger!!! Ohhhhhhh! Okay now that I've said that the next chapter will be up soon.
Disclaimer: Yes, I own it all.Yes, I am also a liar!
A/N: Thanx for the review anon person! I appreciate it.
Chapter 3: Inspired by Juice and Hypnotic
Trina sleepily pulled on some clothes: white, low rise stretch jeans, a black tank top with a red Von Dutch logo and a black and red Von Dutch hat. As she tied her bright red Timberlands, Buffy knocked on her door. "Come in." Trina said as she sat up. Buffy came in wearing Seven jeans and a white wifebeater and white on white Air Force Ones.
"Hey." Buffy smiled and sat down beside her friend.
"Okay Buff, what's wrong you're not your caffinated perky self." Trina frowned. Buffy looked reluctant so say anything, and when she was about to Chuck walked into the doorway.
"Charles." Trina said. "What?" She asked with an annoyed grin.
"Can I borrow your white Yankees hat?" He asked, plastering a smile on his face.
"Which one?" Trina stood up and opened one of her two closets, the one full of shoes, and hats. There were at least four New York hats that were mostly white, one with black stitching, one with white stitching, one with red stitching, and one with pink stitching. Chuck picked up the one with white stitching and stuck it on his head sideways. "You borrow all my hats, you've got a little head." Trina smiled.
"Or maybe yours is just to big." Chuck gave his friend an evil grin. Trina smacked him lightly and shooed him out of her room and closed the door, purposely hitting him on the butt on his way out.
"Sorry 'bout that, lil crack head is too cheap to buy his own hats. So what did you want to talk to me about?" Trina asked becoming sincere again.
"I had this weird dream last night," Buffy began but she suddenly stopped. "No, Trina, don't worry about me. It wasn't that bad, it was probably just the caffeine before bed." Buffy stopped. She didn't need anyone thinking she was still crazy.
"Buffy, I'm serious. If there is anything you want to talk to me about you can. I'm not going to think you're crazy, Buff you know I've been through my own crap and I'm okay now. I know you are too, really. Despite what everyone says, I understand." Trina said. Buffy smiled lightly.
"Thanks Tri, if something comes up that I think I need to talk to someone about, I'll come to you." Buffy assured her friend.
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"That looks really painful." Chuck said, he was still wearing the hat he bummed off Trina, a baggy pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt. Trina was now wearing tight, low-rise black track pants and a red thin-strapped top. She was sitting in a right leg split in her studio. It was dancing day for modern dance class. Therefore they were at the closest dance studio, Trina had made Chuck take Modern Dance with her because she convinced him that it would look good on his record.
"It's really not." Trina said as she slid her back leg around and stood up. She bent over backwards and Chuck held up the small of her back. She was stretching while Chuck was "helping" but he was checking out the other girls in the class. "Chuckie I'm worried about Buffy." Trina said, kicking her feet up and over her head and landing on her feet.
"Why?" Chuck asked.
"She's just acting kinda weird, I don't know. I know she wouldn't want me talking to you about it but you know I have to tell somebody every time I learn something." Trina said propping herself up on Chuck's shoulder.
"Do you think she's crazy again?" Chuck ask, leaning on her also.
"Lordy no, I couldn't think that. I could but I won't, Chuck don't say anything. I really don't think that she is crazy I just think she's having a hard time. I don't know." Trina sighed as she stood up.
"Tri, come on Shawtie. You can't not know, you're you; you just know." Chuck pried trying to get her real opinion.
"Chuck, it just scares me to think that she could be going crazy again. I know I won't but that doesn't mean she won't. But see the thing is that with all this Slayer/vampire shit. Well lets' just say weird things don't confuse me because I know not to look for anything logical." Trina finally told him.
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Buffy sat on the third row of her Sociology class chewing on the end of her pen thinking intently about what her teacher was saying. She had consumed two and a half cups of coffee, but she was still almost dead tired from staying out so late. 'Thank God it's Friday.' Buffy thought.
"Hey Buff, it's me Xander. I'm sure that Wills has already told you but we got the Nerds, and whatever they did to you Willow and Dawn are working on figuring it out. We'll get you back, we really need a Slayer in Sunnydale right now. Tara and Willow are thinking about taking us on a trip to L.A. to go visit Angel, of course you'll be coming. Conscious or not."
"Buffy." A girl whispered poking the blond in the side with the end of her pen. Buffy jerked slightly and slid to her side. "You fell asleep." The girl said smiling.
"Oh God what did I miss?" Buffy asked Kim, the girl who woke her up.
"Nothing, just a short speech on getting adequate amounts of sleep before coming to class." Kim smiled.
"Really?" Buffy asked as the teacher dismissed them. Kim nodded and smiled goodbye and bounced down to one of her other friends and left. On her way out the door Buffy's teacher stopped her.
"Ms. Summers I didn't expect that from you." She said sternly.
"I'm sorry it won't happen again." Buffy smiled. Her smile disappeared as she left the lecture hall and walked off campus toward the dance studio where Trina and Chuck were having class that day. When she arrived her two friends were outside waiting on her. "Hey," Buffy smiled.
"Are you ready to go get lunch?" Trina asked as she stood up from where she had been sitting on the sidewalk.
"Sure." Buffy replied. Chuck walked around to the drivers' side of his white Bentley convertible and unlocked the doors. Buffy and Trina hopped in the back after he put the top down and got in.
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Royce was sitting inside Trina's Mom's restaurant playing with a toothpick waiting on the three of them. "Hey baby." He smiled as Trina slid into the booth beside him and she dropped her bag in the floor. Buffy and Chuck sat down on the other side of the table across from Trina and Royce. They ordered their lunches and got them not soon after. "How was class?" Royce asked his girlfriend as she took a bite out of her cheeseburger.
"It was, as usual, way easier than I hoped but you know. Anyway, since it's Friday what do you want to do tonight?" Trina asked after she swallowed.
"I have a surprise for you Tri." Chuck smiled before taking a drink of his Dr. Pepper. She gave him an interested look, "I booked you a six song set at Hypnotic. You know the new place that all the rappers go." Chuck grinned.
"Who did you kill to get that?" Trina asked.
"Gunn's associate, Angel, he knows the guy who opened it." Chuck replied.
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After 'Rain On Me', 'Unfoolish', 'Milkshake', 'Never Leave', 'Pass that Dutch' and right before her last song (Dirrty) a few people had given Royce their numbers for Trina. As Royce joined his girl on stage and they started their song, about halfway through, Trina noticed Spike in the crowed. He was at the edge of the dance floor where Chuck and Buffy were dancing.
Trina shot him a mean look, he just gave her a half smile and propped himself up against a wall and watched Trina perform. When the song was over Trina took her bow and left the stage with her boyfriend. She whispered something in his ear and walked over to Spike.
"Nice outfit." He smiled, licking his lips.
"Yeah, too bad there isn't a place for a stake in it." Trina growled. "But if you give me a minute I can go get one from Chuck." She started to walk away but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him.
"Hey! Don't touch her!" Royce jogged over to the vampire and Slayer. Spike let go and Trina brushed herself off. "Who do you think you are?" Royce gave him the evil eye.
"Yeah, Goth club's down the street." Chuck said, coming to Trina's side, with Buffy at his.
Spike's jaw dropped when he was the blonde girl, there she was. Two years of searching and she was right under his nose the whole time. Two years and she was only in Los Angeles, Willow would be so happy. Buffy noticed this guy's stare and stepped a little behind Chuck, she had no idea who he was but she didn't like the look she was getting.
"Bounce punk." Royce growled. Spike followed his instructions, he had just rediscovered the love of his un-life and he wasn't about to do anything without talking to Willow first.
The vampire walked outside and stuck some money in the payphone outside the club. He dialed the Summers' number and Willow answered the phone. "Hello?" Came the redhead's nervous voice.
"Hey red, it's me. I've got a surprise." Spike smiled.
"What? Where are you?" Willow asked.
"In L.A. with Buffy." Spike replied.
"With Buffy, how? She's here, just not here." Willow's confusion grew.
"Remember what Giles told us about the two parts of Buffy, the Slayer and the regular girl, and how one can be without the other if separated properly?" Spike asked, pushing her to remember.
"You think?"
"I'm starting to believe it." Spike confirmed as he watched Royce, Trina, Chuck and Buffy walk out of the club and past him to Chuck's Bentley. "Gotta go Red, gonna go catch me a Slayer." Spike hung up the phone and heard the change drop to the bottom. Buffy had left her friends momentarily to get a bottle of water from a machine beside the Starbucks when Spike walked up behind her.
She turned around and he was directly in front of her. He didn't waste time, the vampire pinned her to the machine and pressed his cold lips up against Buffy's glossy ones.
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A/N: Cliffhanger!!! Ohhhhhhh! Okay now that I've said that the next chapter will be up soon.