(A/N: I know it's kinda confusing to figure out which Buffy is which etc, so I'll refer to the people who travelled forwards in time as Younger (eg Younger Xander, Younger Giles, Younger Spike, even if he's not technically any younger. He's the Spike who the Younger Scoobs know.) So yeah. Thanks for all your reviews, they make my day!)

Older Buffy picked up the phone and dialled. "Xander? Get Anya. There's something you might want to see." She replaced the receiver, and then picked it up again, punching in more numbers.

"Hey Giles. You have to come right away. I don't care if the shop's open! Close early for the day. OK. Yep. See you in 10." She hung up.

"Shop?" Younger Giles asked, "do I own a shop now? We're in the future, I presume."

Older Willow nodded. "You own a magic shop since last year. Seeing as you had no job after we blew the high school up."

"What?!" the Younger Scoobs exclaimed, almost falling off their various seats.

"We do WHAT?!" Younger Buffy repeated.

"Well, it was kind of necessary to stop the Ascension," Older Buffy explained, "but I won't go into that now."

The Younger Scoobies didn't press it. They couldn't remember Willow's 'not meddling in the future' remark, but the main idea had stayed in their minds.

"Hey, Spike, you still didn't tell me what you meant by 'back here'. Oooh, is this the time you travelled from? Do you love that Buffy?" she pointed at the older version of herself, and Younger Spike cringed.

"Buffy! They didn't know about that! I haven't done it yet!" he hissed, causing Older Spike in the corner to look interested.

"What do I do, pet?" he asked Younger Buffy.

Younger Spike jumped in front of Buffy. "Don't tell him anything!"

"You twit," Older Spike said, "I'm YOU. We're the same person!"

Younger Spike looked thoughtful. "Oh yeah," was all he said.

Older Xander and Anya came into the room at that precise moment, and Xander spotted himself sitting in the corner.

"Hey, buddy! I knew you'd come back some time or another!" Older Xander walked over to Younger Xander and slapped him on the back. "Come to make my life better again? Give me a little confidence boost?"

Anya stared at the pair of Xanders greedily. "Ooh, this time can I take them both home?"

Younger Xander pointed at Anya. "Who the hell is that?" he then addressed Older Xander, "And what are you talking about?"

Older Xander looked confused. "Buffy, what's…" he trailed off as he spotted two different Buffy's. Then his eyes clouded. "Um…why is there high school aged copies of us?"

Anya looked disappointed. "High school?" Then she brightened. "Remember how much fun we had at the prom, Xander?" she said wistfully to younger Xander.

Younger Xander looked shocked.

"What?" Anya asked defensively.

"I get a date to the prom?" he replied incredulously.

Older Giles walked through the door, and took in the sight of all the younger Scoobs. "Oh my."

"Hey, Giles. Take a seat. Meet our younger selves."

Everyone talked for a while, discussing the weirdness. Eventually Younger Xander asked the question that had been on everyone's minds: "How did we get here?"

Younger Willow raised her hand, looking guilty. "Um, I think I might have an answer for that. When I woke up in this time, there was a pile of spell ingredients on the floor. I think one of the spells I cast must have gone wrong."

Older Willow and Tara shared a significant look, which Younger Willow noted with interest.

"Well, if that's the case, how can we get back to our own time?" Giles pondered, "I for one definitely do not want to be stuck here for too long."

"I don't know," Younger Willow replied uncomfortably, "I have no idea how to reverse the spell, because I can't even remember what spell I was doing." Younger Willow then looked hopefully towards her older self. "Willow- erm, other Willow, maybe you can help? I must have gotten better at magic by now."

Older Willow's cheeks were tinged with pink. "I'm trying to cut way back on magic right now." Tara patted her arm comfortingly.

Younger Willow looked confused, but decided not to inquire. "Um, alright. Giles- older Giles, maybe you have some supplies that can help at your magic shop?"

Older Giles ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it more than usual. "I suppose I may. Let's all head over there then."

Both Spikes held up their blankets indignantly. "Hello, sunlight," Older Spike pointed out.

Older Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fine. Stay here. And don't touch ANYTHING."

"Fine, luv," the two Spikes chorused, and plonked down on the couch.

The Younger and Older Scoobs all walked out the door, Buffys leading the way.

They all walked along the street to the Magic Box, Older Buffy hissing to the Younger Scoobs- "OK, guys- if anyone asks, the Xanders are brothers, the Willows are cousins, Giles' can be brothers too, and me and…me can be sisters. Alright?"

Everyone nodded, and Giles pushed open the door to the Magic Box, setting off the tingling bell.

"Wow," Younger Willow breathed as she took in the sight of all the ingredients and various magical paraphernalia. "This is amazing, Giles!"

"Why thank you," both the Giles answered proudly, then looked at each other.

Anya stepped behind the counter and flicked the register open, counting all the cash.

"Buffy, can you go get some of the books from my personal collection, up the stairs?" Older Giles asked, and then scribbled some names down on a piece of paper, "here. Take these ones. Young Buffy, you go too."

"Ok." The pair of Buffys walked up the small ladder and sat on the rough, sandy floor, scanning the dusty volumes for names on the list.

"Hey," Younger Buffy ventured to her older counterpart, "are you still wanting Angel?"

Older Buffy turned, and snorted. "Not hardly. I mean, he'll always be my-our- first love, and I do miss him sometimes, but do I think about it all the time? Nah. Not really."

Younger Buffy looked hopeful. "Really? So it wouldn't be bad if I…liked someone else?"

Older Buffy looked interested. "Who do you like? I don't remember liking anyone in senior year."

Younger Buffy came across self-conscious. "Um…it's kinda embarrassing. You do know him now though."

Older Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh my god. Oh my god. You like Spike."

"Ssssh!" Younger Buffy hissed, "Everyone could hear you!"

"God. That is so…just like me. Anyway, how do you know Spike? I only met him in my first year of college, and he was a killer. A ruthless vampire. Well, until the government chipped him."

"They WHAT him?" younger Buffy screeched, forgetting her quiet warning of before.

"Ssssh!" Older Buffy shushed. "Don't worry about it."

"Uh! How can I not worry?"

"You'll get there eventually. But hey, so over Angel."

"OK. I gotta go." Younger Buffy said, dropping the book she'd pulled off the shelf.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Older Buffy demanded.

"Home." With that, Younger Buffy flounced down the ladder and out the Magic Box door.