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She didn’t know how long they’d been sitting there, how long it had been since they’d started the ritual. All she knew was that she was floating. The air around her was thick, like swimming in a pool of yoghurt or jell-o or something. Time had ceased to exist, had no meaning since it didn’t seem to move in any direction anymore. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could still hear Willow’s muttering of the words of the ritual, over and over, but it was as if hearing it through a wall of cotton.
Suddenly she was harshly pulled back to herself by a loud noise. Long seconds later, it registered as the honking of a car as it rushed by them. As the fog lifted from her brain she realised that a car shouldn’t be able to drive anywhere besides into a giant crater. Her eyes connected with the exhausted witch’s sitting across from her. “Did it work?” She gasped.
Buffy shrugged and got to her feet, extending an arm to help Willow up as well. As one they turned and gasped at the sight in front of them. “Oh, Buffy, it’s…”
“Home.” Buffy breathed. She took slow steps toward the sign that just a little while ago had been knocked over forever, but was now greeting all incomers to the town of Sunnydale. Slowly a smile formed on her lips. With a swift twirl she turned around to her friend, and as if on queue they both let out a shrieking ‘squee’ and flew in each other’s arms, jumping up and down just for the hell of it. Buffy broke away with an excited grin, “Come let’s go the library! Giles’ll probably be there,” She sing-songed before they both broke into a run to see who could reach it first.
The little race grew tired after the first minute, and they instead took their time ‘aww-ing’ and getting all sappy over every town thing they met on their way to the high school. After a good ten minutes they got there, and stood outside for a while, admiring the view.
“Isn’t it just beautiful?” Willow said in awe as she took in the building she had spent her teen-years in.
“Way better than the new school. I didn’t much like that whole modern, multi-techno look they tried to go for.”
“Hey, I just thought of something,” Willow piped up, “if you count the gym of your school in LA and UC-Sunnydale, you were at least partly responsible for the burn-down and/or collapse of four schools. Think you might have some issues?” She teased.
Buffy rolled her eyes, but giggled, “You are too funny. Well, come on, let’s go inside.”
They made their way to the library with a little detour to some of their favourite, memory-holding Sunnydale High places. Buffy lovingly patted the doors that lead to the library, “Oh how many times I must have passed through these doors, I…” That’s when she felt it. That familiar tingling that could only mean one thing. He was here.
“Buffy?” Willow asked when she didn’t continue.
“He’s here, Wills,” She whispered.
“Well then what are we standing out here for, let’s go get your fella!” Willow said with a funny grin and swung open the doors and gave a dazed Buffy a little push to get her to move inside.
Buffy’s eyes immediately fell on the vampire in the room. Oh wow. He’s here, he’s really here. All in his non-dusty, non-burning-amulet-wearing glory. He’s so beautiful…Then his eyes connected with hers and she nearly collapsed right there. He was just so…really here. He didn’t look too surprised to see her there and he said something to her about changing, but all she heard was his voice, talking!
She knew the second he realized just who she was, because his eyes turned from surprise, to shock, and finally to amazement. “Buffy?” He whispered.
She let out a watery laugh that was filled with her awe at him saying her name in the way only he could. “Spike,” She breathed, the name falling from her lips like a prayer.
As one they crossed the room towards each other and met in the middle, where they stood close, staring each other in the eyes. Buffy was radiating happiness at the sight of her thought-dead love, while Spike could only stare on in awed confusion. “How?” He managed to croak out.
Buffy shook her head and a tear escaped her eye. She smiled up at him and reached out to touch his cheekbones, jaw line and lips, gasping at the contact. “I’ll explain later. Right now I just need to know you’re real,” She whispered shakily. Then they flew at each other, fusing their lips in the kiss of long lost lovers, oblivious to Giles’ confused sputtering and Willow’s happy smile at their reunion.
Ooooo
“It was just so weird, I mean it was like I was me, but older-me at the same time, only she got to drive. I don’t really remember everything about it, but I do remember feeling like, these way intense feelings for Spike, like a total connection with him.” Buffy fell silent and glanced at Willow as she went through the entrance of the school.
“So, how do you feel about him now?” Willow asked.
Buffy took a deep breath, “Well, I …- and this is so not residue feelings from my trip to the future, but I, I think I’m falling for him.”
“Really? That’s so…I mean, wow, you know?”
“I know! But the thing is, especially after tonight’s whole thing, I feel like I can’t compete with my future-version. Like, Spike will always rather be with her, coz they share all this stuff…”
“Oh Buffy, that’s not true. I mean, I-I don’t really know him all that well of course, b-but if he loves you, it’s about who you are, not what you remember…I think.”
“You think so?” Buffy stood still as they came at the library doors.
“Yeah I –“ Willow paused when her eye fell on the round window in the door and her eyes widened. “Buffy,” She said in a low warning voice.
The Slayer’s curiosity had definitely been raised now, “What?” She peered through the little window. With a sharp gasp she tore away from the window as if burned.
“W – wait, no, Buffy maybe i – it isn’t what it looks like!” Willow tried to reassure her fiend, but when she looked again at what was going on inside the library, it was unmistakable. Spike was kissing a blond girl whose face she couldn’t see like there was no tomorrow. There was another, redheaded girl with her back to the door and Giles was there looking really confused. “Why is Giles just standing there? Who are those people?” Willow turned to Buffy with a concerned look. The Slayer looked absolutely devastated. “Buffy, a-are you okay?”
“I don’t understand…just seconds ago I said I was falling and now…”
“Oh hey, they’ve stopped!” Willow exclaimed.
Buffy rushed to the door to see through the window again, but now it was only worse, because Spike was looking at that blond bimbo with love written all over his face. “That bastard,” She mumbled, “I can’t believe he lied to me!”
“I – I’m sure there’s an explanation…” Willow tried, but her words fell on deaf ears.
Spike was now hugging the redhead. “Okay, that is it. I’m going in there!” Buffy put on her most determined face and pushed the doors open.
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Slowly Spike took his lips from Buffy and moved back just enough to be able to look at her. A soft smile played his lips while he gently stroked her hair. With his thumb he wiped a stray tear from her cheek. The way she was looking at him right now was something he’d never seen on her, like he was the Holy Grail she’d been looking for all her life and she was afraid he’d disappear if she looked away.
A throat was cleared behind them, interrupting their moment. Spike and Buffy both turned to face the redheaded intruder, who was smiling at them. “Say, can I get a hug from our latest world-saver?”
Spike smiled at her and moved to hug her. “I take it you’re responsible for this whole thing?”
“You could say that,” She mumbled back when they disengaged.
Giles coughed as he finally put his glasses back on. “Alright,” He began, a little miffed. “Now that we’ve all had physical contact, might anyone explain to me what the bloody hell is going on?”
Before anyone could answer, the double doors were slammed open and a pissed off looking Buffy stormed in. She stopped dead in her track when the two newcomers turned to face her. “Oh my god,” was echoed by identical voices.
Willow and Spike shared an ‘uh-oh’ look, both realising this could never go anywhere good.
Just then a younger Willow entered the library, her eyes wide and trained her own older image. “Y-You’re me! I – I mean, I’m you! Uh…”
“What the hell is going on here?” Buffy demanded in harsh tones, interrupting Willow’s shocked babblings.
“Yes, that’s what I’d like to know.” Giles chimed in, hoping to finally get an explanation for this odd situation.
The two more mature versions of Buffy and Willow glanced at each other and shrugged. “Well, it’s kind of a complicated story, but the gist of it is, we’re from the future and we’ve come to take Spike,” Buffy said, smiling lovingly at Spike and shyly lacing her fingers through his.
Young-Buffy’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits when she saw the gesture. “What does that mean, ‘take Spike’?”
“It means we’re taking him back home with us to our time, where he belongs.” Buffy replied with a sharp defiant tone.
Spike raised an eyebrow at her. “Do I get any say in this, pet?”
“Nope,” She smiled brightly at him, which he couldn’t help but return. Her face turned a little unsure when the possibility of him not even wanting to come back with them ran through her mind, “I mean, I’d rather we talk about it alone, okay?”
“Hey, you know what?” Y-Buffy interrupted what she was sure was about to turn into another gut-clenching exchange between the two, “I think I’ve had just a little too much people saying they’re from the future right about now, I’ll just call it a night.”
“B-But Buffy, don’t you think you should be here while we deal with this situation?” Giles sputtered.
The young Slayer gave a none too subtle sneer in her older version’s direction when she gave her answer, “What d’you need me for when you got the more experienced one of me right there? You can fill me in tomorrow.” And with one last glance at Spike she spun on her heels and marched out.
“Sh – should I, maybe go after her?” The young Willow asked timidly, visibly wigged out by seeing her own future-self standing right in front of her.
“Nah, I think she’d rather be alone. Don’t think she likes me too much.” Buffy said, unable to hide the tiny smirk that formed on her lips.
“Right then, should we now perhaps discuss the situation?” Giles suggested, sounding a little aggravated.
“Uhm, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk with Spike alone now,” Buffy said and already began to pull Spike along towards the exit.
“Yeah, you just wanna get on with the smoochies,” Willow teased.
Buffy rolled her eyes but that didn’t stop the grin from forming. “You can fill Watcher-man in, right Wills? You know more ‘bout the details anyway.”
“Right then, let’s go,” Spike said, and the two of them left the library.
The door to the dark, empty classroom across the library hadn’t yet closed behind them or they were all over each other. Spike had Buffy pressed against the aforementioned door, their lips locked in a dance that burned with their need for each other after being apart for so long. “Missed you so much,” Buffy breathed before reclaiming Spike’s lips.
His hands momentarily stopped their roaming all over her body to softly wipe at her cheeks, without breaking contact with his lips. “Don’t cry, love.”
Buffy hadn’t even realised she was crying, until she felt Spike wipe away her tears. “Happy. Happy tears,” She mumbled as they slowly broke apart. She raised a trembling hand to let it run over his face and through his hair. A short, happy laugh escaped her. “You’re just so…really here.”
Looking at all the emotions displayed on her face in wonder, Spike couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss; this time slow and sweet. “Kinda noticed, pet,” He said once they pulled apart, “that you’re here as well. Mind tellin’ a bloke how that came about?”
She slowly shook her head and smiled, “Can’t we do the talking thing later? I just wanna bask for a while.”
Spike grimaced when he couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d heard her say those words. “You mean like with Angel?” He’d tried to go for light and teasing, but it came out just sort of bitter.
Her smile softened. “No. That one comes nowhere near the amount of basking that needs to be done here.” Her face grew more serious. “I’m sorry. For kissing Angel.”
“In general, or just that night?” Spike said, fighting a smirk.
“You know what I mean. I was just…I don’t even know what I was thinking. I think maybe…like, somewhere I thought I’d never see him again, and I was kind of saying goodbye. But I shouldn’t have kissed him, especially not after we’d talked before.” She turned visibly sad then, “I guess I’d never considered the possibility that you’d be the one who…” She broke off with a small sob.
“Hey now, none of that.” Spike held her head in between his hands and waited until she looked at him with tears in her eyes, “’m here now, see? Not dead, just…misplaced,” He tried a smile which she struggled to return. He softly kissed her forehead, cheek, chin, until finally her lips, where he lingered.
“You done basking?” Spike asked after a while.
Her smile widened, “Told you, it might take a while. We’re talking days, here. Why?”
“Well, ‘m kind of itchin’ to know how you got here, pet.”
“What, you don’t want me here, or something?” Though Buffy’s tone was teasing, Spike could still detect the slight fear of rejection in her eyes.
“I’ll always want you with me, love,” He reassured. “Jus’ really curious.”
She sighed in mock exasperation, “Well I suppose I’ll have to tell you, then.”
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Buffy rounded the corner the hall that held the library, after returning from her locker. Had she been a fraction of a second later, she’d have missed it. Even now all she saw was a flash of platinum mixed with a swirl of black leather followed by the slamming of the door of one of the classrooms.
Her curiosity peaked, she crept up to the door and peered through the window, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Half the view was blocked by a head full of long blond hair, but the little open space showed all too clearly whose lips her future-counterpart were glued to, and whose hands were all over her body. Despite herself a blush crept up her cheeks at the sight of their groping.
Finally she forced herself to tear away from the door. With one hand over her stomach, willing the nausea away, she fled the hallway and raced to the exits.
Just as she’d burst through the doors, she crashed into someone, making them both crash to the ground. “Sorry,” She mumbled before she raised her head and got a look at her tackle-victim. “Angel? What are you doing here?” She asked in surprise.
He let out a small chuckle, “Looking for you, actually.” His smile faded when he saw the distress on her face, “What is it?”
Buffy looked away and scrambled back to stand up, followed by Angel. “It’s nothing,” She mumbled, wiping at her face to remove the stray tears. She looked up into his obviously concerned eyes and realised that while Spike might not want her, Angel still did. Or at least, I think he does. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d been the only guy for her; it shouldn’t be so hard to forget Spike. Right?
She smiled shyly, “Could you walk me home?”
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To be continued…Please let me know what you think!
PS, just so everyone knows and doesn't you know, hook off 'coz they don't like Angelus showing up or whatever...there will be NO Angelus, in case anyone was wondering:P
PPS, Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy Newyear!
PPPS, I'm saying the above in advance, since there's a very big chance I won't update til after the holidays...sorry
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