Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the movie or the TV series, nor do I own anything related.
A/N: I wasn't as concerned with making the spell, so letting you know now: it's shit. Hope it's not very bothersome. One question - do you want to see multiple memories in a chapter or one per chapter? Enjoy, and don't forget to review! :)
Chapter 2
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Giles gathered together the necessary ingredients to perform the spell that would allow him to see his Slayer's memories. The spell would make it so the memories would flow on paper, essentially becoming a story that he could read through at his leisure.
The bell that signaled lunch rang, and the silence beyond the library doors erupted in chaos. He was yet again thankful he did not have to deal with the student masses on a daily bases.
One of the doors swung open, momentarily letting in the hallway chatter, as well as a cheerful blonde. "Giles, Xander hasn't finished his test so Willow is waiting for him before she turns hers' in so he doesn't look bad." Buffy came to a stop at the table. "Is that how you guys eat salads in England?" She was looking at a bowl of herbs with a curled lip.
"Really Buffy, if we can just focus for a moment," He ignored her cry of 'I'm just teasing'. "Unless of course you changed your mind about what we talked about yesterday?"
She shook her head, and he continued. "Now, grab that rosemary and crush it up in that bowl." He gestured to one of the bundles on the table.
She did as he asked, picking it up and putting it with the other herbs already in the bowl, making sure to grind it into a thin powder. "So, what sort of spell are we pulling off?"
Giles took the bowl and handed her a book, which she noticed was blank when she opened it. "Either you're going to make me write after all, or you're gonna poof my knowledge into this book."
"A tad simplified, but for the most part, yes." He pinched the powder and sprinkled it onto Buffy's head, then did the same to himself.
"How very… Giles-like." She commented.
He ignored her in favor of reciting the incantation, wanting to get the whole thing over with before a chance to go wrong presented itself. It was a few short sentences, and when he uttered the last word the book in Buffy's hand glowed for a few short seconds before extinguishing.
Giles blinked. That was not the way the spell was supposed to work.
Buffy voiced his thoughts. "That was a little anti-climactic-"
The world around them started to shake violently, the heavy table vibrating - books tumbling from the stacks. Buffy grabbed Giles' arm, trying to steady him, when a strong smell invaded her nose. "What is that?"
The smell assaulted him as well, so strongly he could taste it. "Buffy, you grabbed the rosemary like I directed, right?
"Of course… I think?"
The commotion around them suddenly stopped, and the quiet seemed pronounced. Giles grabbed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dear lord, I knew I shouldn't have given in to this foolish plan - and casting it above the Hellmouth no less!"
"Giles!" Buffy cut him off, her tone urgent. He opened his eyes, looking at her pinched expression
They were no longer standing in the library; instead, the duo found themselves in a darkened hallway. Rows of lockers lined the walls on either side of them, and Giles looked to the far end of the hallway to the only source of light, a display case containing various trophies and ribbons.
Buffy slowly stepped across the hall, looking up at bulletin board crowded with handmade posters and flyers depicting everything from student artwork to when the next pep-rallie was. In bright yellow, outlined with blue, huge letters arched across the top of the bulletin board.
Hemery High.
"Oh my god." Her eyes traveled down the hall, automatically finding a locker, sixth one down from the geometry class. From where she stood she could make out a pink paper flower tapped to the locker.
"Oh my god." She repeated.
Giles fiddled with his glasses as his mind raced. "It appears that the spell, when performed with the wrong herb…" He put his glasses back on and stared at his slayer. "...did not bring the memories out, but rather, brought us in."
A moment later two boys in Letterman jackets thundered around the corner, laughing and elbowing each other. They passed the slayer-watcher duo, knocking over a trashcan before pushing open the double doors at the adjacent end of the hall.
Sunlight flooded the hallway, as well as the sound of dozens of voices cheering and shouting.
Giles glanced Buffy, she could see the question in his eyes. "This is... well... I guess you can say this is the last normal day of my life."
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