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Through the Looking Glass

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Chapter 2

Damn the Mummy

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Buffy opened her eyes groggily and reached over to her left to try and stop the beeping. However, not only did the beeping continue but she fell right off the bed.

THUNK!

"Ugh." Buffy crawled back on the bed and reached over Xander and Willow. Right when she was about to slap the alarm clock (which read 7 P.M. - she decided that a three hour nap before her night out in the Paris streets would suffice) Xander and Willow started to slowly stir.

Wish I was a heavy sleeper, Buffy thought. She smacked the button and flopped back onto her side. Since three people were sharing the bed, her side added up to the whopping total of three inches.

Willow mumbled something about carrots not getting their daily dose of moose-pie, as Xander slowly sat up. He turned to face Buffy and then glanced over at Willow. He then slumped back into the middle part of the bed.

"Was it good for you?" Xander mumbled, still halfway asleep.

"What?" Buffy looked him squarely in the eye. "Good?"

"No jokes after nap time. Got it." Xander pulled the sheets up over his head and turned to face Willow (who looked as if she'd fallen right back to sleep).

Buffy sat up and decided that she better get dressed. Vampires don't just stake themselves, she thought, though that'd be way cool.

"Buffy, aren't there like five slayers here in Paris?" Buffy looked over at Willow, who was rubbing her eyes.

"Three of those five are under ten, the fourth one is fifteen, and the fifth one is sixteen. Way too young." She answered as she walked into the bathroom to change. There was a slight pause.

"Hey, Buff. You were sixteen-"

"Yeah, but they're all innocents still. I'll be back later."

The conversation ended there as Buffy walked right out of the room.

x x x x x

"Mais non!"

The sound of the TV filled the room as Willow's eyes were glued to the television set. Even though she really had no idea what was going on, the French soap opera-esque show (named Mon Coeur) was very entertaining. Already two people had been slapped, and there was still 35 minutes left in the show.

"Je t'aime, Virginie..."

"Non!"

"Giselle... écoute. Je ne t'aime pas."

Willow watched as Giselle slapped Simon (Three slaps! Willow thought.). All Willow knew was that Simon was leaving Giselle for Virginie and that Giselle didn't like the sound of that too much. As a commercial for chocolate eclaires came on the TV, Willow's stomach rumbled.

Xander had gone out to get them some chocolate eclaires - he had left not one minute after the two of them had been watching the same soap opera and the same commercial had came on.

Willow wondered what exactly was taking him so long. She sighed and looked at the time... she hoped that the supermarket (which there was only one and it was clear across town - the French didn't like supermarkets that much) was open at 11:04 at night.

Willow clicked off the TV and decided that the rocks needed another glancing over. While grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, she noticed that the symbols on the rocks seemed to be glowing.

"Hadn't noticed that before," she whispered to herself. Willow poked the rock with her pen and the glowing stopped. Then, just as quickly as the glowing stopped, the marks flared up again, and jumped off the rock into the air.

"Oh... no..."

Willow reached for the rock to put it up, and as soon as she touched it there was a flash of light and a slight pull below her belly button.

x x x x x

Buffy pushed open the door with a slightly bruised hand. One vampire had taken a very large piece of sourdough bread and whacked her on the hand with it. Right after that, she had taken a wisk from a bowl and used it as a bat for a few rounds before staking the vamp. As Buffy took off her coat, she saw Xander sitting in the corner, looking out into the streets. He was stuffing eclaires into his mouth.

"Xander?"

Startled, Xander whirled around, and ran up to Buffy, but then passed right by her and to the door. He looked out the door and then slammed it.

"She isn't with you!?" He sounded slightly alarmed and his voice was on the high side.

"Willow left?" Buffy crossed her arms. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! I left to get some food and when I came back..." Xander paused and put a hand to his chest. "I've been worried sick."

Buffy looked at the empty box of chocolate eclaires. "I can see why."

x x x x x

Willow had landed on her knees, but the fall hadn't hurt her. At least, she couldn't see if the fall had hurt her, because she hadn't opened her eyes since she had landed, which was at least a good minute before. With a deep breath, she opened one eye and then the other. At first glance, all she saw was trees, but beyond the trees, Willow could see the house tops of a village.

Willow, then, found the courage to stand.

x x x x x

"DAMN THE MUMMY!"

"Xander!"

"What? Isn't it obvious?" Xander pointed to the rocks with a somewhat gnarled finger. "There's only two rocks left!"

"Point?"

"There were three to begin with! Obviously the mummy isn't coming to our side... and..." Xander stopped talking and walked to the two remaining heiroglyphed rocks. "The crazy old loony."

Buffy stared at Xander. He was obviously overreacting. Willow probably had went to a library, or a place with internet and had taken a rock with her. Of course, her leaving at midnight did seem odd, but they had pulled many all-nighters before, so it wasn't all too different from the past.

"I know he did it..." Xander was still talking as he reached for one of the rocks. As soon as he touched one of the rocks, fire erupted from the heiroglyphs.

"ARGH!" Xander's high pitched scream pierced the air. As soon as he realized that he had no pain, nor that he was aflame, he coughed and turned to Buffy. "You'd think I'd've gotten used to those kind of things."

"Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"What's it doing?"

"What's what doing?"

All Buffy could do was point to the rock. It had begun to float in midair. Buffy walked towards it, Xander put his hand on her shoulder, to bring her away from the rock, but before he could pull her away, she had touched the rock.

x chapter's end x

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The French Soap Opera - I have no idea if there is a soap opera by that name in France or Quebec or wherever they speak French. I came up with the stuff, so I swear I'm not plagiarizing or anything.

This is where things start to get more involved. I will warn you all... I kinda want to model how the story flows after Lost (y'know - the most awesomest show in the world). So, every now and again, there will be a flashback, since I'm creating the past couple of years for the Harry Potter-verse. Just a little note to keep in mind: if you do the math, technically the Scoobies and the Hogwartians (snicker) are the same age. So, yeah. :)

Look forward to Ch. 3 entitled:

Measly Weasley