This chapter might not be my best so far, I just needed to tie up the whole 'Becky being the Slayer thing' but there are much better ones coming, I promise, along with more Spuffy action so please keep reading and review if you like what you see.

Once more; Joss Whedon owns everything and all I own is a pocketful of lint.

Chapter nine

Buffy sat in the den with Becky and Miss Davies, who had confessed to being Becky's Watcher and therefore immediately included in the Scooby meeting of sorts that the two Slayers had started, each of them was clutching a steaming mug of tea. After the tussle with Angelus in the dark alley, the two Slayers made their way back home and snuck in through the kitchen door. As they were passing through the front hall, though, Anne spotted them and demanded an explanation. Before Buffy could even fumble around for an answer, Becky burst into well-rehearsed tears.

"I'm so very sorry, Mistress Carleton. Please do not blame Miss Anne, I was upset and I fled the house. Miss Anne came looking for me. I know it was a foolish thing to do but I couldn't help myself." Anne looked as shocked at Becky's tears as Buffy was.

"Well, just see to it that it doesn't happen again." Becky nodded and waited until Anne had left before grabbing Buffy's hand and steering her towards the den. Becky and Miss Davies paced back and forth in front of Buffy, apparently attempting to figure out what to say.

"So, what are you, exactly?" Becky blurted out finally.

"Becky!" Miss Davies chastised, then thought better of it and echoed Becky's words.

"What are you? I apologize for being so crude, but you don't seem to be human and I don't think you are a vampire either."

"What is wrong with you people? Of course I'm a human, absence of fangs, feathers or scales equals not demon." Both women looked shocked, both at Buffy's outburst and her language.

"Then how do you know about the demons? And I must confess that your language and overall actions are quite baffling at times. You do not seem to be like anyone or anything I've ever encountered" Buffy squirmed, knowing that she was going to have to tell them her secret.

"Okay, you're kinda right, I am a human but I'm not like anyone you've ever met, because, honestly, this isn't my time, I come from the future." Buffy felt as though she should do the E.T lit-up finger thing to convince them. Both women were staring at Buffy in shock.

"What do you mean? How did you get here? Who are you? What year are you from?" The questions spilled forth from both women like water from a collapsed dam. Buffy held up her hand to silence them;

"My name is Buffy Summers, I come from the year 2003, I honestly have no idea how I got here and I'm the Slayer" Becky broke into a giant smile, all suspicion obviously lifted.

"Another Slayer?" she turned to Miss Davies, "Miss Davies, did you hear that?"

"I heard it, Becky, but I don't know if I believe it. What better way to infiltrate the Slayer's trust than to pose as a Slayer from the future." Buffy thought the woman's logic was flawed, perhaps bred from a lifetime of paranoia and suspicion.

"Honestly, Miss Davies, I've never heard of anything so absurd. Can't we just accept that Anne . . . . I mean Buffy is another Slayer from the future and get it over with?" The female Watcher eyed her charge warily.

"You always were more trusting than I was, Becky." She turned her scrutinizing gaze towards Buffy,

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"I can't give you a concrete reason, but you just need to trust me. I can't explain more than that, there's the whole cosmic balance, too much info, universe go boom, you know again." Both women looked like Buffy was speaking in a foreign language, which she supposed she was, to them at least.

"You are an odd girl." Miss Davies relented finally.

"Yup, that's me, actually I even spent some time in a . . . . ." Suddenly aware that she was babbling Buffy cut herself off.

"Never mind, I'll just be going to bed now." The blonde Slayer left the room and began to make her way up the stairs.

"Miss Summers?" Miss Davies' voice came floating up to her and Buffy paused.

"Becky has just informed me that your fighting skills this evening weren't exactly, shall we say, top-notch. Becky and I will be training tomorrow night in my quarters, I expect you to be there." Buffy sighed but assented quickly, eager to get to bed. Are you kidding me? She sulked, making her way to her room. I went back in time 124 years and I still have to put up with the Slayer crap. Reaching her room, she flung the door close and threw herself on her bed, not bothering to change for the moment. Closing her eyes, she massaged her temple with her fingers, attempting to sort out the thoughts all clamoring for position inside her mind. BeckySlayer, Becky being the Slayer good, training for Buffy in a corsetnot so good, Angel pre-soulbad, kiss with Williamvery good, consequences of kiss with Williamgood and bad. Placing her head on her pillow, she heard a crackle, not unlike a piece of paper. Her eyes flew open, quickly registering the presence of a folded piece of paper on her pillow. Fingers trembling, she snatched it up and read it.

Like poison, she is in my blood.

The sweetest poison I've ever known.

It dances and sways within my veins,

Changing me, irrevocably.

I am never to be the same man,

Touched now by the sweet poison called love.

William