Chapter Title: World With Shrimp

A/N: Um... this actually takes place in season four of Buffy, but just... say that Dawn joined during season three or something... I need her in here... but there's a reason it needs to be season four, too. Sorry for any confusion.

Thank you Lucifer's Angel I'm glad the idea has you intrigued, and I hope I continue to keep you interested and Athena Wiley I take it you're from Tulsa? I hope this story will keep you amused, or at least interested. Thanks for the reviews, you two!

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"I'm gonna rip that bloody ponce to shreds..."

"Is everyone a 'ponce' in your world?"

"No... some are wankers... or poofs... Just ask Peaches."

"He's still unconscious."

"I knew he was a poof."

Willow rolled her eyes. The three of them had just returned to the world of wakefulness, and those two were already bickering. Buffy and Spike were like an old married couple. They could practically tell what the other was thinking, but they never stopped arguing, even when one was hurt. Then they just argued over whose fault it was, and who was hurt worse.

The witch surveyed her friends. Tara was lying right next to her and beginning to come to. The rest were sprawled out across a few square feet, most of them groaning and starting to wake. Then Willow noticed a group of young men standing a few feet away, staring at the still bickering duo with confusion. All seven of them looked like they had just stepped out of a 70s movie. As she contemplated where she was and what to say to the strangers, she tuned back in to Spike and Buffy's 'conversation'.

"Well, it obviously didn't work."

"What are you talking about?"

"Anyone could tell you aren't a real blonde, luv. You're definitely a bottle blonde, even though you act like you're real."

"Hey! Don't forget, Fangless Wonder, that I could soo kick your butt right now."

"Except that Peaches wouldn't allow it."

"Why not?"

"I'm the only childe he has left. Dru ran out to play with the sun, and he staked Penn a long time ago. And besides, Angelus wouldn't let him."

"But Angelus isn't here."

"So make Angel 'special happy' and bring him in."

"Buffy... Spike... we're not exactly alone."

"What are you talking about, Rosenberg?"

"There are seven young men standing not five feet away looking like they're about ready to call the cops..."

At Willow's response, the aforementioned seven young men started to laugh or snicker. One of them, the one with hair about the same shade as Spike's, just snorted and smirked. Buffy raised an eyebrow at his reaction and turned to Spike.

"Relative of yours?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Look at him."

"Buffy, there are three reasons why he can't be related to Spike."

"Really? What are they?"

"No, Angel. Don't."

"The first is that I killed everyone related to him. Even second cousins."

"Why?" Dawn asked.

"Punishment. He wouldn't obey me and still had a strong attachment to them."

"Oh." The seven strangers looked a little queasy at the explanation.

"Second, Spike's hair is naturally a darker blond color. He had the lightest hair in his family. Third- "

"No! Sire, please!"

"He was a wimp. Or, in his words, a 'bloody whiney ponce'."

"Thanks a lot Peaches," Spike mumbled, pouting.

"Hey!" Anya suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked at her. "Is this the world without shrimp?"

"No. That world was WAY different," Xander told her. Everyone looked at him in confusion.

"Remember when I left for the summer?" Nods. "I kinda got thrown into the world without shrimp for about a day. Everyone was blue for some reason..."

"So this is a world with shrimp?" Anya asked. Xander nodded.

"Um... excuse me?" One of the strangers spoke up. All of the Sunnydale residents/visitors looked into the grey/green eyes of the young man. The nine pairs of eyes made him uncomfortable, and he shifted and ran a hand through his red-brown hair. Finally he got up the courage to continue. "Who are you?"

"Sorry, but we try not to give out names until we know where and when we are," Buffy answered, smiling to take the sting out of her words.

"That's easy," the golden-blond of the group answered, grinning wildly. "You're in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It's about seven in the evening."

"That helps a lot, but that's not what I meant by 'when'. What's the year?"

"December 1965 1. Shouldn't you know that?"

"Actually, we're from Sunnydale, California. We've... uh... been driving for awhile and haven't really kept up with the date. I didn't know if it was still '65 or if it was '66 already." No one really seemed to buy the explanation, but at least they didn't ask any questions.

"And now, to keep from being more rude," glare at Buffy, "my name is Willow, this is Buffy and her sister Dawn. This is my girlfriend Tara." She waited for the disgusted looks, but only got patient looks, as if they were only waiting for her to continue. "Um... you guys are okay with that?"

"We get attacked and beat up for where we live. Why would we do the same thing to you?"

"Thanks. That girl that clinging to the dark haired guy, and looking like she's undressing you with her eyes, is Anya. The guy is Xander. The older man is Giles. He's our adult friend, but not in a creepy way. The last two are Spike," point at the bleached vamp, "and Angel," point at the broody vamp. Your turn."

"Okay!" One of them jumped a little and clapped his hands together. "Superman here is Darry, and these are his brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. We just call them Soda and Pony. The angry one is Dally, the quiet one is Johnny, that guy over there is Steve, and I'm Two-Bit."

"Will you run through those names again later? I'm not sure if I'll remember them all."

"Sure... Uh... What was your name again?"

"Dawn."

"Right."

"So what are you doing in this park?"

"We were fighting these three really strong guys and kinda got... thrown here. I'm not sure where they went."

"All of you were fighting three guys?"

"They were really strong."

"But... all of you... even..." Darry trailed off, uncertain of how to say it. Luckily – or not – Two-Bit saved him by jumping in.

"You girls know how to fight?"

"Probably better than you," Buffy answered, grinning.

"Is that a challenge?"

"It depends. Is that how you want to take it?"

"Maybe later. I want food. Now."

"Amen. Now, our turn. What are you doing here?"

"Walking home from school. Pony's in track."

"Cool! I was thinking about joining track!"

"You were?" Buffy asked. "I thought you wanted to be a cheerleader."

"That was only when I thought I was in love with Jacket-boy."

"Oh... Wait, why are all of you walking him home from track practice?"

"We're greasers. The Socs try and beat us up all the time."

"Oh! I get it! Safety in numbers!"

"Something like that."

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A/N: That's all for this chapter. It's going to be getting better soon, I promise. And sorry it took so long, but I will not be writing ANY new chapters for any story until I get at least one review for each chapter of each of my four stories. For example, I didn't write anything for any second chapters until I got at least one review for each of the four first chapters. So sorry, but it could take awhile to update, since no one seems to want to read 'Sherwood High'. Again, sorry, but this keeps me from focusing too much on any one story.

1 – I know the summary says 70s – as does the book – but this is for a purpose. It will all make sense in the end.