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Chapter Seven: Shake It, Shake It

"Wow, you look so cute!" Evie said in a wry, sarcastic voice, her bubblegum snapping loudly.

Buffy glared at her and sighed, looking down at her red and white cheerleading outfit. A red and white sweater and matching skirt to be exact. Mandy, one of the cheerleaders, had accidentally spilled coke on her skirt in the locker room so she was stuck wearing the uniform all the way home. She was only a block away from the school when Steve and his girl, Evie, drove up beside her. If she ignored them, maybe they would leave her alone.

"Hey, whose there?" Steve said confused, his eyes focused on something on the other side of the road.

"I don't see anyone," Buffy said, squinting her eyes looking over the car.

"Get in the car, I'll drive you home," Steve suggested.

"Nah, I can walk," Buffy replied, "It's not that far away." The truth was, she really didn't want to hear or see Evie and Steve slobber all over each other. Gross.

"It's getting late, Buffy," Evie said, frowning and shaking her head, "why don't you just come on in?"

"Alright, alright," Buffy said, tired of arguing. She got in the back and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

(About ten minutes later)

"Hey, Buffy," she heard Steve whisper, but ignored it, "Buffy, wake up. I'm not going to pick you up."

"Aww, she's had a hard day," Evie said to Steve, making Buffy change her mind about disliking her, "why don't ya pick her up this time?"

Buffy struggled to open her eyes, but she couldn't. Her eyes felt as they were glued shut. In fact, she couldn't move her whole body.

Steve sighed. "I can't, I—hey Darry!"

Darry had just stepped out of the house to get the paper and looked up in surprise.

"Buffy's asleep, she's not getting up, can ya lift her into the house?"

Darry rolled his eyes and walked down the pathway to the car. "Buffy," he said loudly, shaking her shoulder, "Wake up. Wake up now, I'm not fooling around."

"See? You're just gonna have to carry her." Steve said.

Evie rolled her eyes, popping her bubblegum loudly. "Honestly, she's a tiny girl. It wouldn't be that difficult to pick her up. Heck, I could lift her."

Darry wasn't listening, though, and his face blanched. "Oh my god," he yelled in shock, "she's not breathing!"

"What!" Steve said, his eyes wide in disbelief as Darry pulled Buffy out of the car, lying her down and putting his robe on the ground underneath her. He shivered in the cool winter air, clad only in a pair of shorts, wife beater, and some house sandals. Buffy's face was still pink, but her chest was still.

"Steve, call 911," Darry ordered, lifting Buffy's head and checking for anything in her mouth, "Evie, put your jacket on top of her."

Evie nodded, putting her black leather jacket on Buffy's bare legs and Steve ran off towards the house. Darry placed his cheek near Buffy's mouth and felt a faint breath. He checked her pulse and could barely find one. Steve ran back out followed by Soda and Ponyboy.

"Oh my god, is Buffy okay?" Ponyboy asked, panicking as he stared with wide eyes at her still body.

"I dunno," Darry said, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. Buffy looked so fragile lying there. The ambulance's sirens were going off in the distance.

Buffy lay there, immobile, willing herself to move. She could hear everything that was going on around her, but couldn't pry open her eyes or lift a finger. It was as though someone had paralyzed her.

The ambulance pulled up and several paramedics got out, lifting her onto the stretcher. Darry stepped forward to get in the ambulance, turning to tell Ponyboy to finish his homework and go to sleep and that he would call Soda from the hospital.

The ambulance drove off, its sirens blazing, leaving behind four very shocked individuals.

(The Future—1998)

"I knew this wouldn't work," Xander complained loudly, "I knew that witch was a fraud. But would you listen, Willow. Noooo. You had to go spend my last fifteen dollars on some hocus pocus jumbo. You KNOW I'm broke!"

"I can't believe it didn't work," Willow said, walking in-between Xander and Oz, "this is so weird. Did she say the spell right?"

"Let me see the spell," Oz requested, taking the scrap of paper from Willow's hands. "The spell to bring back loved ones," he read out loud.

"From east to west

From dawn to break

I seek the one

Whose name I take

Come hither my love

Come forth my demons

Stand still, just stop

Until I find you."

Willow frowned. "It should have worked. I mean, I wrote the spell myself."

Oz remained silent as he studied the paper and Xander scoffed. "That's because spells are stupid. This isn't Harry Potter. That stuff doesn't exist."

"Yeah, just like vampires don't exist."

Oz stopped suddenly, his eyes gleaming with understanding. "It's here, I get it!" he said, pointing at the last two lines. "You never put anything about actually summoning Buffy."

"Oh, you're right," Willow said with a frown, "I guess I'll just have to try again. No harm, no foul, right?"

"Yeah," Xander confirmed, "at least nothing bad happened. Let's try again tomorrow."

A/N: Ha! If only they knew. Well, please review and tell me what you think!