Classification: Fantasy / Sci-Fi (I'm totally ripping off "The Lion The Witch and the Ward Robe" some "Harry Potter"
Spoilers: None. You should have all seen the different seasons of Angel and Buffy.
Summary: Just moments after her witnessing her win her first great battle, Charlie is whisked back to the apartment. Where he steals a few moments peace while waiting for something else to happen. Coupling: I'm going to flirt a little with Dawn, who will be in the last five chapters about Buffy.
Feedback: Please do, this will be my most ambitious fan-fiction yet, and hopefully I'll actually write all twelve chapters. (P.S.) Look for my other story ""Magical Midnight" and its up coming sequel which should be written by July 19th.
Distribution: Meh I don't care, post it, print it, read it to your kids at bed time just
Title: The Twelve Doors Chapter Title: Interlude One Place and Time: Charlie's Apartment Complex In Portland Oregon, Just Moments After He had Arrived Home From His First Trip.
Charlie had to kick back. That was a total rush. He hadn't had an experience like that in, well never. The closest thing he could compare it to was the first time he had been on Drop Zone at King's Island. The feeling in the pit of his stomach as he waited for the drop and then when the drop came he still wasn't ready for it.
He cracked open his Mountain Dew, not the best idea because he was already wired enough as it was, and tried to relax. He stared up at his Buffy DVD's trying to figure it out. It was like some bizarre fantasy story.
"This stuff just doesn't happen." He insisted to no one in particular. He got up and head over to his weapons cabinet. It was sitting open as he hadn't had a chance to close it when he left earlier. He picked a few stakes out of the cabinet. Hefting them, he decided to bring them along just incase. He also grabbed his favorite sword. It was solid steel, and looked like an over sized butchers knife. It had a round whole at the end of the handle that he use to hang it on a hook from his belt.
"The next battle is going to be way more difficult." He said, confident where he was going to be transported to next. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be teleported to Buffy's final battle with Angelus.
"I wonder if I will get there before Drusilla kills Kendra or if I'm going to get there at closer to the end of the battle. Maybe about the same time she forms her pact with Spike." His words faltered as the realization hit him. "I'm going to get to meet Spike." He looked down at his outfit. "And I'm dressed just like him."
This was not good.
He went to his closet to pick out an outfit. Football jersey, cargo pants, tennis shoes, letterman's jacket. The only problem with the letterman's jacket was the wrists on the sleeves were too tight. The ratchet stakes wouldn't work. He took them off and stuck them back in the weapons cabinet.
"Looks like you guys will have to sit this one out," He said putting with a sigh of regret. "He turned back to the DVD tower. When he was at camp he had always had this problem with comparing each year to the year before. His councilors would always warn him to participate, not anticipate. He was never very good at it though, he couldn't wait for the next battle.
Suddenly, a light started glowing. Starting with the Buffy logo, on season two.
"Here we go." He strode over to the DVD tower. Taking a deep breath he reached out and grabbed season two, and began to pull it forward.
"Giles, Giles." Buffy called as she rushed into Giles apartment. The door was open as she came down into the courtyard. That was not a good sign.
"I don't think he's here."
The voice came from behind her on the stairs. There was a guy dressed in dressed like a wise guy standing on the landing. He had his hands in his jacket pockets and he was leaning against the wall.
"Who are you?" She asked ready for any thing.
"I'm Whistler." He replied, walking down to the foot of the stairs.
"What are you doing here"
"Well I don't think he needs a date to the prom." A voice called down from the loft. Whistler and Buffy both jumped, startled.
The person belonging to the voice came walking down the stairs. There, standing on the landing, where Whistler had been standing moments ago, was Charlie.