Buffy woke up in a drowsy, upset state. She dressed, combed her hair, applied lipgloss and left the house. If only she could stop thinking about Angel... But, that couldn't be fixed because Mr. Broody-pants was always on her mind. Plus, she had to talk to Giles about their predicament.
Entering the school, her stomach made a lurch and she checked her watch. 7:05. She was late.
"Miss Summers, how nice of you to finally appear!" Snyder insulted her sarcastically.
"Hello, Principal Snyder. I'm sorry I'm late, my dog, he kept running around the house and eating cockroaches. Totally not fun." Buffy lied.
"I suppose I can excuse lateness, but just this time." He gave her a cruel grin and handed her a can of paint thinner. "Someone decided to be creative and draw some kind of symbol." He pointed to what looked like a pentagram painted onto the lockers. "God knows how much damage has been done to the property in those lockers." He laughed quietly and walked away.
"Guess I better get started." She said to herself, slightly sarcastic.
She finally finished, eventually staining her jeans, her designer jeans.
She walked into Giles' office and sat down.
"Buffy." He turned around "God, you look like death." He joked as he looked her up and down.
"Oh thanks, Giles, that was so what I wanted to hear this morning." Buffy continued her streak of sarcasm.
"What is it you're here about, then?" He rubbed his glasses.
"Well, okay, I know this sounds crazy, but I'm from a different universe."
He raised an eyebrow "Actually, that's not crazy at all." He sighed.
"What? So I'm stressing over nothing?" She was disbelieving.
"Not really. Can you explain your predicament to me?" He asked as he sat down.
And she did. She went throughout the story, detailing it with her emotions and more importantly what she was wearing that day.
"It seems to me, if it was not indeed made true by a vengeance demon, it typically cannot be fixed."
"So, I'm just stuck here?" Her nose flared angrily.
"Well, you have to be, Buffy. It seems as if your two selves have merged into one, and using magic to transfer from one to the other would just leave one universelacking a Slayer."
"I'm just supposed to stay here and act like I know what's been going on for the past, oh, five months?" She slumped in her chair.
"Well, yes unless I am able to find some way to leave both worlds unharmed and distribute the respective parts of you."
"So one eye goes here and another there?" She joked.
"No, of course not." He took it very seriously. "Seemingly, a clone would be made of you, but each containing the knowledge for their own universe. It's incredibly complicated and I doubt it could be done." He rubbed his glasses again, but obsessively this time.
"Hmmph." Buffy said.
"I truly believe, and this may be just a theory, but if you immerse yourself in this world and adapt to what has happened in this world's people, memories within the other Buffy will arise in yourself, and your other world will just become a faint undercurrent."
"I see, like seeing as both Buffy's are one now, they share the lives?"
"Exactly. I think you've got it."
"Wow. I feel all proud of myself." She smiled.
"You should probably get on to class, a few more infractions and hall passes written and I will surely no longer be working here." Giles sighed as he turned around.
"Okay. I have French this period anyway. The uber-easy."
"Good luck." He said unenthusiastically as he opened an old volume that exuded dust.
"Class, today we are going to solve silly phrases, seeing as finals are very soon and I have already handed out the reviews. Miss Summers, you may start. Just choose a silly phrase in French andpick someone to decipher it." The teacher began to talk to the class.
"Okay." Buffy smiled.
"In French, please?"
"Homme… Macho macho, je veux être un homme Macho." She finished nervously and pointed to Devon, who sat on the other side of the room.
"Macho Macho guy, I want to be a macho guy?" He guessed.
"Macho man." Buffy enunciated with a smile.
"Okay. Well, Il y a un chat dans mon pantalon et il ronronne toute l'heure." He said with a smile, pointing to Cordelia.
"There is a cat in my pants…and it purrs all the time!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"Devon." The teacher gave him a look of warning.
"Sorry. It was supposed to be silly, right?"
"Courbes de Corvette caressant des falaises" Cordelia pointed to an unknowing victim.
I used Altavista Babel Fish Language Translator for that. Sue me, I'm bored. Cordelia's meant "Corvette curves caressing cliffs".The title of this chapter (Une affaire avec la connaissance) means "An Affair with Knowledge". Ciao, wait, wrong language.