~*~
[Normal World {NW}]
Most of her morning was encompassed by trying to understand what Cordelia was talking about, and trying to catch either Willow or Xander's eyes, but they wouldn't respond to her frantic gestures. It was lunch before Buffy was able to escape the clutches of Cordelia. She told her she had to check on her makeup, and then practically ran all the way to the library. She burst through the library doors yelling, "Giles! Giles!" Rupert Giles stepped out of his office to see what the ruckus was about. "Excuse me miss, but this is a library and I would appreciate it if you lowered your voice." "Sorry Giles," Buffy said getting quiet but still speaking rapidly. "There is something very strange going on here today. Willow and Xander don't know me and everyone thinks I am best friends with Cordelia."
"Are you alright?" Giles questioned hesitantly, he removed his glasses and pulled out a handkerchief.
"What do you think Giles? No one seems to know me! Tell me what is going on! Is it a spell? Or is there a new type of demon in town? Giles you have to know something. It's starting to give me a headache." Buffy ended pouting.
"What.what's your name again miss? Perhaps you should go to the nurse and lie down for a bit." Giles started to come around the counter.
"Argh!" Buffy threw up her hands. "Alright we're going to try this again. My name is Buffy Summers," Giles nodded sympathetically and sat down. "You are Rupert Giles, you used to work for the British Museum. My best friends are Willow Rosenberg and Xander Harris."
"Well yes, I know Miss Rosenberg and her not-so-well read friend. They stalk about in here quite a bit." Giles coughed, "Continue, what is this about a um, spell?"
Buffy sighed and sank into the chair across from Giles, "There is something odd going on here Giles, no one knows who I am, what I am!"
"Well what are you?" Giles started to get impatient.
"I'm the Slayer, duh!" Buffy flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"The.Slayer?" Giles was tentative. "So I guess the next questions to ask is what do you slay?"
"Vampires mainly, but we have had a fair amount of demons. Ooh ooh! Plus! We're right on a hellmouth, I'm sure you heard of that, so I have to defend it and stop the apocalypses that happen about once a month." Buffy sighed, "This isn't ringing any bells is it? I mean, besides the lock-Buffy-away-in- a-mental-institution bell."
"I'm afraid this is all a bit new to me. What was your name again?" Giles looked even more puzzled than Buffy was.
"Buffy, my name is Buffy. Oh and you're my Watcher. Or you used to be but I guess that doesn't make any sense either." Buffy crossed her arms and sank down in the seat. "I don't remember how this might have happened. Last night I met a demon with acidic spittle, nothing too out of the ordinary, and now I wake up this morning and I'm practically in a new world..hey that's it! I must be in a different world, some kind of alternate dimension, if only Willow were here, she could tell me how this happened." Buffy looked up expectantly.
"Yes, Buffy?" Giles asked.
"Would Willow know anything about this?" Buffy asked trying not to get her hopes too far up.
"And how would I know that Ms. Summers?" Giles asked rolling his eyes.
"Umm you're like the librarian.don't you know what people take out of the library? I mean has she checked out any books on demons, witches, or the occult or anything out of the ordinary?"
"Oh," Giles blushed, "Well that would make sense wouldn't it, let me just look in my filing cabinet here, Jenny still hasn't gotten me used to this newfangled computer thing."
"Ms. Calendar is alive?!" Buffy was shocked.
"Why yes, my wife is quite alive, unless something drastic has happened within the past hour." Giles shook his head.
"Your.wife, you mean you got married!? Does this mean you didn't have sex with my mother."
"WHAT??!"
"Sorry." Buffy hung her head, "That had always bothered me. Well at least we know that this is definitely a different dimension!"
"Hmph," Giles furrowed his brow and looked at her reproachfully, "Ah, here they are, well well, it looks as if Ms. Rosenberg has checked out several books recently on the occult and black arts. They must have been hidden in that stack of books on the Reformation that she checked out 2 weeks ago. How interesting." Buffy smiled triumphantly. "How may, if I may ask Ms. Summers, did you know that Ms. Rosenberg had checked out books on the occult?"
"Oh just something she's into at home." Buffy was relieved that she might have a way to get home after all. She thought to herself, "I have to find Willow, maybe she will understand, that is if she's not too freaked of me!"
~*~
[Slayer's World {SW}]
Xander pushed through the door to the library calling out, "I found Buffy."
"Good, now we can get down to business." Giles walked out of his office. Buffy looked around the room. There was Willow Rosenberg, that Alexander Harris boy, Mr. Giles the librarian, and another boy with spiky hair and a shirt on that said, "They Suck, Listen to Us-Dingoes Ate My Baby in concert." She had only been in the library once or twice the entire year. The first time it was because she had gotten lost and the second because she had heard a rumor that they had books on fashion design. She didn't understand how books told you about fashion but she thought that she might check it out.
"So Buff, let's have a recap, Patrol last night.any creepies?" Xander asked her. Buffy had no idea what they were talking about. "What? Patrol.Why am I here?"
"Um, Buffy are you feeling well?" Giles asked her.
"How do you know me? I've only been in here twice. Oh god you aren't my stalker are you? I'm going to have to get a restraining order." Buffy backed away from Giles.
"Or you could just physically maim him." Xander suggested sardonically.
"What? Why would I want to hurt someone?" Buffy was puzzled. Plus these people were insane.
"Because you're the Slayer. That would usually be a good reason. Are you sure you're okay?" Xander was starting to look concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine you are the ones being all freaky-deaky and stuff."
"But Buffy what do you mean? We're being pretty normal here, you're the one acting all strange." Willow piped up from the corner chair.
"Yeah Buffy, you seem kinda wigged out here." Oz added on.
"I still don't know why you all are talking to me." Buffy began to explain, "I'm friends with Cordelia, not you losers. I'm popular for crying out loud, come on!"
"Buffy what are you talking about? We have been best friends since you moved here, we even got a group picture in the yearbook last year." Willow was starting to get an edge to her voice like she might cry.
"What? I got that picture with Cordelia and Harmony and the other girls. Duh! Besides we got a whole page to ourselves and we got to list what we had accomplished! I was," Buffy began to tick things off on her fingers. "Co-captain of the cheerleading squad, head of student life, and I got the best dressed award, Cordelia should have gotten it but you could only get one award per year and she got the best hair, of course. Oh! And I also got Homecoming Princess. Cordy was Queen obviously. So I don't know what universe you guys are in but in my world, and you know that saying, 'I rule and you guys most defiantly are the losers'.or whatever." Buffy flipped her hair over her shoulder and was about to turn and walk out when Giles called out.
"So what about being the Slayer?"
Buffy paused and faced him, "Well if I knew what one was then I would probably still not want to be one. Sounds stupid. Now if you'll excuse me," Buffy looked down in her purse, "What! No lollipops? What in the world." Buffy pulled out a stake most fondly referred to as Mr. Pointy and said poutily, "When did I start taking shop class? No one told me I was building a really small fence."
Most of her morning was encompassed by trying to understand what Cordelia was talking about, and trying to catch either Willow or Xander's eyes, but they wouldn't respond to her frantic gestures. It was lunch before Buffy was able to escape the clutches of Cordelia. She told her she had to check on her makeup, and then practically ran all the way to the library. She burst through the library doors yelling, "Giles! Giles!" Rupert Giles stepped out of his office to see what the ruckus was about. "Excuse me miss, but this is a library and I would appreciate it if you lowered your voice." "Sorry Giles," Buffy said getting quiet but still speaking rapidly. "There is something very strange going on here today. Willow and Xander don't know me and everyone thinks I am best friends with Cordelia."
"Are you alright?" Giles questioned hesitantly, he removed his glasses and pulled out a handkerchief.
"What do you think Giles? No one seems to know me! Tell me what is going on! Is it a spell? Or is there a new type of demon in town? Giles you have to know something. It's starting to give me a headache." Buffy ended pouting.
"What.what's your name again miss? Perhaps you should go to the nurse and lie down for a bit." Giles started to come around the counter.
"Argh!" Buffy threw up her hands. "Alright we're going to try this again. My name is Buffy Summers," Giles nodded sympathetically and sat down. "You are Rupert Giles, you used to work for the British Museum. My best friends are Willow Rosenberg and Xander Harris."
"Well yes, I know Miss Rosenberg and her not-so-well read friend. They stalk about in here quite a bit." Giles coughed, "Continue, what is this about a um, spell?"
Buffy sighed and sank into the chair across from Giles, "There is something odd going on here Giles, no one knows who I am, what I am!"
"Well what are you?" Giles started to get impatient.
"I'm the Slayer, duh!" Buffy flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"The.Slayer?" Giles was tentative. "So I guess the next questions to ask is what do you slay?"
"Vampires mainly, but we have had a fair amount of demons. Ooh ooh! Plus! We're right on a hellmouth, I'm sure you heard of that, so I have to defend it and stop the apocalypses that happen about once a month." Buffy sighed, "This isn't ringing any bells is it? I mean, besides the lock-Buffy-away-in- a-mental-institution bell."
"I'm afraid this is all a bit new to me. What was your name again?" Giles looked even more puzzled than Buffy was.
"Buffy, my name is Buffy. Oh and you're my Watcher. Or you used to be but I guess that doesn't make any sense either." Buffy crossed her arms and sank down in the seat. "I don't remember how this might have happened. Last night I met a demon with acidic spittle, nothing too out of the ordinary, and now I wake up this morning and I'm practically in a new world..hey that's it! I must be in a different world, some kind of alternate dimension, if only Willow were here, she could tell me how this happened." Buffy looked up expectantly.
"Yes, Buffy?" Giles asked.
"Would Willow know anything about this?" Buffy asked trying not to get her hopes too far up.
"And how would I know that Ms. Summers?" Giles asked rolling his eyes.
"Umm you're like the librarian.don't you know what people take out of the library? I mean has she checked out any books on demons, witches, or the occult or anything out of the ordinary?"
"Oh," Giles blushed, "Well that would make sense wouldn't it, let me just look in my filing cabinet here, Jenny still hasn't gotten me used to this newfangled computer thing."
"Ms. Calendar is alive?!" Buffy was shocked.
"Why yes, my wife is quite alive, unless something drastic has happened within the past hour." Giles shook his head.
"Your.wife, you mean you got married!? Does this mean you didn't have sex with my mother."
"WHAT??!"
"Sorry." Buffy hung her head, "That had always bothered me. Well at least we know that this is definitely a different dimension!"
"Hmph," Giles furrowed his brow and looked at her reproachfully, "Ah, here they are, well well, it looks as if Ms. Rosenberg has checked out several books recently on the occult and black arts. They must have been hidden in that stack of books on the Reformation that she checked out 2 weeks ago. How interesting." Buffy smiled triumphantly. "How may, if I may ask Ms. Summers, did you know that Ms. Rosenberg had checked out books on the occult?"
"Oh just something she's into at home." Buffy was relieved that she might have a way to get home after all. She thought to herself, "I have to find Willow, maybe she will understand, that is if she's not too freaked of me!"
~*~
[Slayer's World {SW}]
Xander pushed through the door to the library calling out, "I found Buffy."
"Good, now we can get down to business." Giles walked out of his office. Buffy looked around the room. There was Willow Rosenberg, that Alexander Harris boy, Mr. Giles the librarian, and another boy with spiky hair and a shirt on that said, "They Suck, Listen to Us-Dingoes Ate My Baby in concert." She had only been in the library once or twice the entire year. The first time it was because she had gotten lost and the second because she had heard a rumor that they had books on fashion design. She didn't understand how books told you about fashion but she thought that she might check it out.
"So Buff, let's have a recap, Patrol last night.any creepies?" Xander asked her. Buffy had no idea what they were talking about. "What? Patrol.Why am I here?"
"Um, Buffy are you feeling well?" Giles asked her.
"How do you know me? I've only been in here twice. Oh god you aren't my stalker are you? I'm going to have to get a restraining order." Buffy backed away from Giles.
"Or you could just physically maim him." Xander suggested sardonically.
"What? Why would I want to hurt someone?" Buffy was puzzled. Plus these people were insane.
"Because you're the Slayer. That would usually be a good reason. Are you sure you're okay?" Xander was starting to look concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine you are the ones being all freaky-deaky and stuff."
"But Buffy what do you mean? We're being pretty normal here, you're the one acting all strange." Willow piped up from the corner chair.
"Yeah Buffy, you seem kinda wigged out here." Oz added on.
"I still don't know why you all are talking to me." Buffy began to explain, "I'm friends with Cordelia, not you losers. I'm popular for crying out loud, come on!"
"Buffy what are you talking about? We have been best friends since you moved here, we even got a group picture in the yearbook last year." Willow was starting to get an edge to her voice like she might cry.
"What? I got that picture with Cordelia and Harmony and the other girls. Duh! Besides we got a whole page to ourselves and we got to list what we had accomplished! I was," Buffy began to tick things off on her fingers. "Co-captain of the cheerleading squad, head of student life, and I got the best dressed award, Cordelia should have gotten it but you could only get one award per year and she got the best hair, of course. Oh! And I also got Homecoming Princess. Cordy was Queen obviously. So I don't know what universe you guys are in but in my world, and you know that saying, 'I rule and you guys most defiantly are the losers'.or whatever." Buffy flipped her hair over her shoulder and was about to turn and walk out when Giles called out.
"So what about being the Slayer?"
Buffy paused and faced him, "Well if I knew what one was then I would probably still not want to be one. Sounds stupid. Now if you'll excuse me," Buffy looked down in her purse, "What! No lollipops? What in the world." Buffy pulled out a stake most fondly referred to as Mr. Pointy and said poutily, "When did I start taking shop class? No one told me I was building a really small fence."