Title: Buffy the Vampire Slayer . . . Again?
Warnings: Some characters in this fic may be in same sex relationships. If this offends you then don't bloody read it.
Summary: A Buffy coming back from the dead with a twist story set after the Gift.
Disclaimer: Some characters belong to me and some don't. Let's not quibble over it shall we.
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# indicates telepathy, mind speak #
indicates personal thoughts
Prologue:
BUFFY ANN SUMMERS
1981 - 2000
SHE SAVED THE WORLD
A LOT
"Buffy, it's time to get up sweetheart."
"Don't wanna,' the small blonde muttered snuggling deeper into her doona.
"Come on sleepy head' the melodious voice laughed you don't want to be late for you're first day of school now do you?"
It took a few moments for her to recognise whose voice was speaking and what she was saying to sink in. Buffy sat up in shock and found her self staring into a face she thought she would never see again.
"Mum?' she asked shakily.
"What is it Buffy?' Joyce asked in concern, eyes worried.
"It ... it ...can't be . . . you can't be . . . you're dead!" she managed to get out before bursting into tears and throwing her self into the older woman's arms.
Joyce gathered Buffy onto her arms swaying back and forth while rubbing her back soothingly.
"I'm here Buffy. Shush, Sweetheart I'm here and I can assure you that I am very much alive. It was just a nightmare sweetheart. I'm here." Joyce spoke soothingly and comfortingly.
After a few more moments in her mother's arms Buffy's slayer instincts kicked in and she started noticing odd things about her whereabouts and other oddities of her situation, the strangest thing was Joyce Summers being alive.
The next curiosity to sink in was her surroundings. She was in her old room in LA. It was decorated like it was when she was just a little girl. Nervously she looked down at her self, afraid of what she would see; she was a little girl again!
Bloody ell, I've gone back in time. How the hell did this happen? Oh well I might as well enjoy being back with my mother for the moment before finding out just what the heck is going on.
Noticing how much her daughter had calmed down Joyce picked her up and took her to the bathroom wiping the tear streaks of the tiny cheeks.
"Are you ok now?' she asked.
Buffy nodded happily, eyes sparkling with glee.
"Alright then missy lets get you ready for your first day of school shall we?"
Buffy's eyes widened surprise while she rapidly flicked back through her memories searching for how she had reacted to her first day of school. Thank god I've gotten so good at hiding my real thoughts and emotions. Blue eyes suddenly flashed with excitement and she started jumping up and down full of energy before dragging a laughing mother behind her to her room.
Chapter 1:
1987
Dear Journal,
In all of the years I have been writing in journals this has to be about the strangest thing I have ever written about, even stranger than all that happened when I was called as a slayer and lived in Sunny'ell. I seem to have been sent back in time about 13 years, right back to my very first day at school! It was so strange trying to act the way I did back then…now! This is so confusing and somewhat scary. The best thing about this dilemma is that I've been able to be with my mom again. I've missed her so much. It felt so good to just be able to hug her again.
I don't whether this going back in time was meant to be an accident, but I'm counting it as a blessing. Especially since I still have me slayer essence and I also remember what happened to bring me here in the first place.
The fighting against Glory,
Dawn being captured,
Dawn crying and bleeding from the top of the tower,
Stopping Dawn from jumping from the tower,
remembering Spikes words "It's in all in the blood, it's always about the blood",
running towards the portal,
saying goodbye to Dawn,
sending as much love as possible through my link to Spike,
feeling his love returned,
feeling his panic when he realised what I was doing,
feeling his hold on me tightening,
then darkness. . .
Buffy put down the pen and struggled not to cry, lying back down on her bed she let her mind drift over the days events.
# Buffy? # A tentative English voice asked.
Buffy sat up with a start.
# Spike? # Buffy thought back incredulously.
# Bloody 'ell. #
# What the heck? # There was a stunned silence as they each contemplated their situation.
#Spike! Where are you? #
# Prague, # his voice was laced with pain # I . . . I . . . I just arrived in time to … to see Dru die. # Buffy instinctively sent waves of comfort to him and waited patiently for him to calm down. A few minutes passed by before she felt him begin to relax.
# Spike, why don't you come to LA? It's where I am at the moment. #
# LA? You're not in your . . . #
# Yes I'm in the body of my 5 year old self. #
# That must be interesting. # She could hear the smirking laughter in his tone of voice.
# Laugh all you want bleached brains but I still have my slayer speed and strength and I can still kick your ass. #
# You still have your slayer essence? # He asks concerned.
# That's another reason why I need you here, Mum and Dad are going to be in even more danger when demons start to sense where I am. #
# I'll be there as soon as possible . . . Wait Joyce is alive? #
# Yep. #
# I'll be there in twice the time then. #
"Buffy sweetie, it's time to go to bed. "
"Okay Mum," Buffy called back, grabbing the notebook she had been writing in she hid it behind her dresser then jumped into her bed.
A few moments later Joyce came in and tucked her in, "goodnight sweetie" she kissed Buffy then turned out the light "sweet dreams" she left.
"G'night mommy."
# Spike . . . ? #
# Yeah pet? #
# Please get here as fast as you can, I don't want to loose my mother again. #
# Of course Luv. #
# Thank you . . . Good night, Spike. #
# Goodnight Luv. #
Buffy had been in this timeline for a fortnight now and had been in constant contact with Spike those past two weeks, comforting each other in the situations they found themselves in, Spike losing Dru, Buffy being around her mother again.
She had felt him drawing nearer through there link.
Buffy was sitting under a large oak tree in the play ground eating her lunch, when a tingling alerted her to a familiar presence nearby and coming closer.
# Spike? #
# 'Ello luv. #
# And where have you been mister? #
# Collecting a certain item from Sunnyhell that is currently allowing me to move in the sunlight. #
# Gem of Amara? #
# Yep. I thought that if I was going to help Joyce then I'd better be able to move around during the day. #
Buffy got up and moved quickly over to the fence. Further down the footpath she could see the familiar figure dressed as usual in his black leather duster, bleached blonde hair glinting in the sunlight.
# I have got to get me one of those dusters one of these days. # Buffy admired.
# Good luck with that, I got this one about 50 years ago. #
# I'll just have to steal yours now won't I. # She said cheekily.
Spike finally reached the spot where she was standing and smirked at her tiny figure.
"Don't think so shrimp."
"As my mum used to and still does say, good things come in small packages."
"And occasionally shrews."
"Who you calling a shrew bleached brains."
"Now, now slayer settle down, wouldn't want to cause a scene now would we." Spike stepped back in a classic I surrender pose.
Taking a deep breath Buffy took control of her feelings once more and grinned, 'Well, well, big bad Spike a.k.a William the Bloody backing away from little bitty me."
Before he could reply someone called out distracting them. They turned around to look and saw, walking hurriedly crossing the school yard, was a primly dressed matronly woman known as Mrs. Anderson. She was looking at Spike with a disgusted look on her face.
"Excuse me young man but what is your business here?"
Spike smiled charmingly and bowed speaking in his best proper English accent. "How do you do Ma'am, my name is William Campbell the Third, and I was just asking this young lady where I could find a teacher."
The old battle axe, blushed a small smile flickering on to her face. "Good after Mr. Campbell, I'm Ida Anderson a teacher here how can I help you?"
"Mrs . . . surely not!" Spike laid the charm on thickly.
Mrs. Anderson giggled, and Buffy rolled her eyes at the exchange.
# Could this be any more sickening."
"Mrs. Anderson, may I go play now."
Her teacher looked down at her surprised, having forgotten her presence.
"Yes Buffy you can go."
"Thank you."
# Jealous slayer. #
# Not on your unlife. #
Buffy ran back across the yard, leaving Spike to deal with the dragon lady.
# Talk to you later Spike, if the dragon Lady hasn't eaten you. #
# Ha Bloody Ha Slayer, # he sounded a little queasy at the thought # where do you live? #
# Five blocks east, 35 Stansbury Ave. #
That night, after having been put to bed by her mother, Buffy sat next to her open window waiting.
Sure enough 10 minutes later Spikes pale features appeared in front of her.
"Shouldn't you be in bed missy,' he asks with a mock frown of disapproval.
"Ahh,' she groans moving back a ways from the window 'my slayer instincts refuse to let me sleep normal 5 year old hours. I just keep having the urge to go out and stake something."
"Can I come in?"
"What?' she asks surprised then realisation sets in 'Oh sorry I completely forgot about that. Come on in Spike."
With the barrier no longer blocking him he easily jumped into her bedroom, landing on her bed making it squeak a little.
"Shssss, you have to be quiet, I don't want you to get in trouble with Mum just yet."
Remembering the time Joyce hit him with the axe Spike winced in agreement rubbing the back of his head. "That's for sure' he muttered.
They sat there for a moment in total silence staring each other. And then as if triggered by some unseen button Buffy jumped into Spikes welcoming arms and they held onto each other as if they were each others lifelines.
Buffy stirred as her face rubbing against an unfamiliar coolness. The first twittering of birds sounded and she awoke fully feeling refreshed and strangely happy for the first time in years. Looking down at her 'mattress' she understood why.
At some point during the night Spike had moved them both until he was lying down with Buffy still in his arms. Buffy nestled back into his arms and Spike still asleep automatically wrapped his arms back around her making her smile.
Last night they had spent a couple of hours talking and had decided on what to do.