Chapter 4
Did they honestly think I would be able to just go lie down? My goddess, how long have they known me? Buffy and Spike would be out there beating up every demon they came across till they found some tiny bit of information with regards to were I was. They're all I have left and I wont let them down by sitting here twiddling my thumbs.
I'll have to thank Will for showing me how to scry using the net. Frankly I'm shocked she didn't think of it. One little crystal and my laptop, I send a quick thank you to whatever god created Google. As the crystal hovers over my laptop, I watch Google search for the correct timeline. Ahh, the life of the modern day Wicca.
Google stops searching when it reaches 1880, the year Spike was turned. That can't be a good thing. Spike was a ruthless part of the Scourge then, and can you imagine Buffy without a hair dryer? It gives me chills just thinking about it. I should probably go tell the others but they would be too cautiony, taking forever to decide on a course of action and then wouldn't even include me in the rescue mission. No matter what I do, I'll always be little Dawnie to them. No, this is something I have to be a part of.
I am the key, after all. It's not as if I have no powers. Wes and I had practiced opening up doors to other places. While creating portals to other worlds and cities would be draining on the average witch or warlock, being the key gives me the advantage of ease. I've never actually brought anyone through with me, but I'm sure I can do it. Now where is that damn ceremonial dagger, Aha! I can go fetch Buffy and Spike before anyone realizes I'm missing.
The only issue I have is the cutting. It's not a deep cut, just a nick on my index finger so that my blood can flow, but call me crazy for not being a glutton for pain. I'm so focused on visualizing the era I want the door to open in, that I don't even hear the knock or the eventual opening of my door.
"Dawn! What are you doing?!" Wes startles me out of my reverie. It's too late though, and the portal engulfs us both.
It feels like I'm falling, a sensation that I've never felt before when I practiced,. Then again I never practiced time travel. The falling eventually stops, but there's darkness all around me. I can't feel anything. I'm floating, but it seems as if all my nerve endings aren't functioning. I try to call out for Wesley, but no sound comes out. I'm beginning to worry that Wes's interruption might have interfered with the magic. I'm scared.
Then suddenly I'm falling again. I don't know how long it's been or how far I've fallen, but I'm getting more worried, not to mention board. Falling. Falling. Falling. How on earth could I still be falling? Ouch. I guess that answered my question then. You'd think that the PTB could at least cushion the landing a bit.
The darkness is fading now, and I can hear people and a train in the distance. When my sight finishes focusing, I notice the buildings and the clothes the people are wearing. Unfortunately, my sense of smell has also returned. Yuck!
I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump. I flip whoever it is over my head on instinct. Crap. Staring up at me from his back is Wes, and he doesn't look happy. In fact, I don't think I 'd be far off in saying that he looks like he wants to throttle me. I put on my best I'm so very sorry smile. "Hi Wes. What brings you here?"
I think he actually growled. It's kinda cute. Wait, did I just think Wes was cute. I'm not even allowed to ponder my thoughts further, because he's getting up. "Dawn, I find that over the years I have been most patient with your antics, wouldn't you agree?" I nod, and feel a look of sham cross my face. "I'm going to remain clam, like the gentlemen I was raised to be, but I just need you to answer something for me." I look at him waiting. "WHERE IN THE BLOODY BUGGERING HELL ARE WE!!!!" I know my jaw has dropped. In all the years I've known him, in spite of all the crap I've pulled, I don't think I've ever heard him swear. So being like every girl in her early twenties, I did the only thing I could think of. I burst out laughing.