Everyone froze for a moment as Cordelia-W appeared before them. Everyone except the Jhe's unfortunately. They kept attacking. The one Cordelia-P had been dealing with moved to slash at the new Cordelia with her claws, when Xander-P finished off his and quickly beheaded the one attacking the new Cordelia. She was startled at seeing him in armor and wielding a big sword.
Just as fast as it had started the battle was over and the Hellmouth closed. They stood there looking at the new Cordelia a moment and then Xander-P said. "Who are you, because you're not my Cordy. Your scents wrong."
"I'm not your anything, you cheating bastard. What the hell is going on here?! One minute, I'm in the courtyard, talking to that new girl, Anya about you cheating on me with that redheaded bitch, Willow, and then her face changed and went all demonic and she said wish granted and then I was here, wherever here is."
"You're Xander cheated on you? That doesn't make any sense." Heidi-P said.
"Especially, with Willow." Tor-P added.
"Maybe something happened, like Magic or something." Jesse-P said.
"Jesse? You're alive and not a vampire. Wow, I really am some place else. Plus, you're not fawning all over me. Bonus."
"Well, Cordy, I got over you a long time ago. Seeing our Xander and Cordelia-P together and happy helped with that. Plus, I've got my own girlfriend now. And wait, vampire?"
"Yes, vampire. You attacked me and Xander staked you. The first vampire he ever staked, actually."
"Cordelia-W, you said you made a wish in front of someone and she granted it. We must discover who or what it was. Perhaps they can reverse it." Giles-P said.
"No, they can't." A voice said behind them. "Our Cordelia-P appeared in front of it and beheaded her. Natural response when you're a warrior who battles vampires and demons on a daily basis. But I can fix it."
They turned to look at the newcomer.
"Who are you," Cordelia-W asked.
"Someone who you never met, my dear. My name is Abigail Morris, I am the Medicine Woman of the Chumash Tribe and Alexander Harris' grandmother. I died in your reality when he was five. You are here because a vengeance demon granted you a wish. You wished to be somewhere where Xander Harris would never, could never, cheat on you. The thing is your Xander didn't cheat because he wanted to. He cheated because he was under a spell. What is happening in your reality, is something I have worked very hard to prevent in this reality. The near total destruction of Magic."
Xander-W and the weirdly dressed Cordelia-P had burst into the library a minute ago. Cordelia-P was looking at Buffy, like she was seeing a ghost. "I'm not where I belong. One moment I was fighting a Jhe demon, then there was a flash of light and I was standing in front of a different demon. I beheaded it and went looking for my Xander-P. Instead, I found this one, who doesn't smell right and says he and his Cordelia-W broke up when he got caught cheating with Willow-W. Which makes absolutely no sense in any reality since he regards Willow as a sister and Willow is gay. Plus, Buffy is dead where I come from, so that reinforces the not being in my own reality theory. Any idea what happened and how I can get home?"
"Cordelia-P," Buffy said, "if this is another way of hurting Xander because he cheated on you..."
"It's not. You're dead Buffy. The Master killed you and we killed him. I want to go back to my world, where things make sense. Where Xander's scent is mixed with mine and our wolves and not pain and confusion. Where Willow doesn't stink of guilt and lies and you're dead."
"What do you mean scent, and Willow-P is gay where you come from?" Xander-W asked.
"Please, she's gay in this reality. She's turned on by my tits, I can smell it. And the reason I can smell it is because I'm a Protector. A human, whose soul has been bonded to an animals' soul via the Guardian Ritual. My grandfather and your grandmother, the Chumash one, used the Ritual, with the Tribes' consent to make us, Tor Hauer, Heidi Barrie, Kyle Defours and Rhonda Kelley into Protectors."
"I've heard of the Guardian Ritual, it's actually related to what the zookeeper was trying to do with the Hyenas. It is a very dangerous spell, that simply doesn't work. It creates monsters."
"Typical Watchers Council bullshit. You couldn't make it work because you didn't understand it, so you decided it didn't work. Protectors predate the Slayers. Protectors drove out the Old Ones. Protectors protected the North America, African and Australian continents until the European expansions nearly destroyed the ability to create more. What you Watchers never understood, is that in order for it work correctly, you need three things, a human with a natural ability to bond an animals' soul, and the free choice of both the human and the animal. You lack those things and the Ritual fails. It creates an imbalance in the souls. It creates wendigos, carnivorous, cannibalistic part human, part animal creatures whose bite can make more. We six were the only ones with the capacity to bond and we were safely bonded on the summer solstice of our fifteenth year. Xander-P and I are co-alphas and a mated pair, as are Tor and Heidi and Kyle and Rhonda, who are our Betas. The Ritual works when done correctly. I'm living proof of that."
"You and your Xander-P have been together since you were fifteen?" Willow-W asked.
"Yes and let me be very clear. We are married as far the Tribe is concerned and yes we have consumated. A lot. He's got great hands and he kisses like a god. I imagine this Xander-W does as well."
"Yes, be that as it may, if there is some way of proving your assertions Cordelia-P." Giles started to say.
"You want me prove it, okay, how about this," she walked over to the table and lifted it. With one hand. "So where's Faith, she could prove it. Her Slayer sense is way better than Buffy's ever was. Buffy could never sense vampires or demons, but Faith sensed us before she ever saw us. She said we didn't feel like a demon or a vampire or evil. We can sense you guys too, by the way." She said, as she stood there with the heavy library table casually balanced on one hand. Above her head.