Chapter 3

What the bloody hell is going on?

"So what do we do now?" Xander asked.

Buffy glanced at him and then back at the sidewalk. "I guess we call Giles. He's going to freak."

"Yeah, but then what?"

Buffy shrugged. "I don't know, we try it again, or take a plane."

Buffy didn't really want to talk about it, she didn't know what to do, the spell was supposed to work and they would be in some field with Giles and then they would stop the apocalypse. That was how it was supposed to work, but now… who knew? How much time did they have left?

"Oh bloody hell," Spike said behind her.

Buffy glanced back. Spike and Willow were both wide-eyed and Willow was searching through her pockets. The little alarm bell in her head grew louder. "What's wrong?" Buffy said.

Willow looked at her franticly. "The amulet, the supplies, I don't have them! We must have left them back at the creepy guy's house!"

"What?!" Xander said, turning around. "You can't be serious!"

They had all left in a hurry, too creeped out by their strange little fan, but none of them wanted to go back there, by now he was waking up from when Spike hit him.

They had seen all kinds of monsters, looked evil in the eye, and each and every one of them would do it all over again to avoid going back to the creep's house.

They stood in silence, staring at each other until Willow broke the silence. "We need to go back." Her voice started cracking up.

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Spike peeked through the window of The Creepy Fan, as they had dubbed him. The room was dark but the vampire could still see into the room. It didn't look much different from before, but the jacket he had ripped and thrown in the trash was spread across the table. Creepy was nowhere to be seen. Spike looked around for their supplies for the spell, but nothing, he couldn't even smell the scented candles. He left to talk to the others.

"Did you see him?" Xander asked.

"No," Spike said, "I didn't see anything."

"The amulet?" Buffy asked. The rest of the supplies they could probably find somewhere, but not that.

Spike shook his head.

"Wait a minute," Willow said, "does anyone remember seeing it? Seeing any of it?"

Buffy started to say something, but stopped. She shook her head gravely, one by one they all shook their heads.

"We left it all, everything in Sunnydale." Willow said.

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Buffy dialed the number Giles gave her, again.

A robotic female voice answered. "I'm sorry, but that number does not exist, hang up, and try again."

Buffy slammed the pay phone back into the cradle. That was the 4th time she had tried. She looked at her friends.

"I'll call Tara." Willow said. They were going to call Tara, Anya and Dawn as soon as they arrived in England, but now was as good as any a time. She called, she called again, each time she got the same answer, "I'm sorry, but this number-"

Xander called Anya, but he got the same results. "What is going on?" He said, panic raising in his voice.

"I don't know, but we should go back to Sunnydale." Buffy said, trying to keep calm.

"I might know," Spike said. He gad picked up a newspaper to see if they really were in Denver, Colorado. Their first guess was correct.

"Red," he paused, "what day is it?"

Willow was already afraid, afraid for Tara and Giles and wondering why did the phone keep saying those numbers didn't exist, they had to exist, she had called them so many times, but now her fear doubled.

She hesitated. "November, 2, 2002?"

Spike handed her the newspaper. At the top of the paper it read November 2, 2005.

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Author's note: Someone asked me if I put some of myself into that fan in the second chapter, and as soon as I read that review, I thought 'God I hope not.' For one, I am a girl, not a guy, for another I'm not a Denver Broncos fan, (no offense to anyone who is, I just don't like sports much,) and I don't own a jacket anything like Spike's. Other than that, I would freak out, anyone would I think. I mean come on, the stars of your favorite TV show suddenly show up in your living room? Anybody would freak out. What are the chances of that happening? And what a better time for a photo opportunity? This little fan I made thinks they are the actors, so of course he has to share how much he loves the show, but unfortunately they're not the actors and they don't take it too well.

If you have any questions or suggestions please, please, please review! I'll beg if I have to!

And I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter, I started doing other things, other stories but I would like to finish this story. I hope to have another chapter by Christmas, if not before.