I started writing this for the fun of it. I thought ...."What if after the hellmouth closed, Buffy got pulled into another world, (Or a few) Where the PTB set up lessons for her to learn. What if one of these places was our world where she is a TV charature?

I'm posting what I have so far. Feel free to sugest changes or write your own "Reality Shift". I have opened it up as a round robin. Okay here's my first chapter.......................
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Well I always knew my life would make a good movie or TV show. There are parts I would love to have glossed over or toned down. I did find that they were way off on some things. Oh by the way I’m Buffy and this is my journal. I didn’t think I really needed to keep one after all these years but when I took a wacky trip into other realities I realized that my life is stranger than fiction.

It was about a year after we had defeated the First Evil and closed the hell mouth. If you’re not sure what I’m talking about then read the watcher journals of one Rupert Giles. Any way we were reorganizing and trying to find all the new Slayers. Things were going well.

I getting over my grieving process, Willow was becoming the witch she was meant to be. The Slayers were getting trained and learning the TRUTH about themselves. Faith and I were adjusting and getting along. Several of the Scoobies were now teaching and becoming watchers. Xander had actually started dating on of the older girls and much to our dismay Andrew seemed to not be as gay as we thought. He and Dawn married as soon as she found out she was pregnant. The two had been planning to get married anyway but the time table got sped up.

After the disaster Angel caused in LA I found out that Spike was alive. I was hurt that he did not try harder to find me. I decided to take some time off. I had been The Slayer for so long I needed to find Buffy again. I started heading to the demon hot spots and road tripping to find lost Slayers. On one of these occasions I happened to literally trip into a portal. Seems I had come to a small town that not unlike the Hellmouth was teaming with mystical occurrences.
(The unknown woods)

I was not sure where I was when I landed. I seemed to be in a wood and from the looks of it a very ancient wood. As I stood my Slayer senses kicked in I felt several beings around me. I was not sure what they were or if they were friendly but I was quickly feeling out numbered. Finally one of them appeared from the wood. He was dressed in soft animal skins and carried a bow. His long blond hair was pulled back into a braid and his ears where pointed. I almost laughed. I could not believe I was starring at what appeared to be an Elf. A very handsome one at that. He tried to speak to me but I did not understand the words that flowed from his mouth sounding like music more than speech. He seemed to try a different language. I finally sighed and spoke, “I’m sorry but I do not know your language.” I said sadly. He seemed to understand and thought for a second before speaking, “You are trespassing in the woods of the Golden Lady. You are to be …excuse me my common is a bit rusty…..You are to be presented to her for judgment.” I sighed and followed the elves as they lead me to their “Golden Lady”. I was not sure what was to happen but I knew if I fought here I would die.

We walked for a while before we came upon the most beautiful site I had ever seen. The trees themselves had been grown by magic into a massive city. It was more exquisite than the best architecture in our world and yet seemed to live and breath being part of the earth. I was walked up to the citadel where the Lady stood waiting. “What brings you to my woods?” She said. I guess she was already told I only speak what they had called common. I could see why she was called the “Golden Lady” Her hair was a pale yellow like spun gold. Her skin even had a golden glow about it. She was beautiful, I bowed my head to her before speaking, “I do not know my Lady, I was running and tripped through a portal. I do not even know what world this is much less why I am in your wood. I wish nothing more than to find my way home.” She seemed to think over my words as if trying to see if I was telling her the truth. I had no reason to lie.

“What are you? You are not Elvin though I find great magic in you. You are not human for they can only use magic not be part of it. I can not ascertain what you are!” The Lady asked. I sighed, “I am on a journey to find out who I am my Lady. As far as what I am…..I am not sure how it is on your world but mine was once ruled by great demons. When the powers cast them out a warrior was created to fight the ones who some how remained and those who found a way back. One born in every generation, a chosen one. I am that one, I am the Vampire Slayer. When one dies another is chosen. It was this way for centuries until I came along. In a battle against the First Evil a friend of mine did a spell that awoke the sleeping Slayers, as we call them. For seven years I was one of only one or two. Now we are hundreds and my place in the world changed. I went in search of myself and some how ended up here.” I finished my tale and noticed we had drawn quite a crowd.

“Come child. I wish to speak with you more.” The Lady said before turning and walking off. I knew I must follow. I found myself in a comfortable sitting room and was asked to sit. Food and drink were brought and the Lady and I talked the rest of the night. She told me of how she was once one of many but now that more Elves had died or have gone into the West, she was one of few and her place in this world was uncertain. She understood how I felt and that was a comfort. I was told I could stay there as long as I wished. She also told me of a wizard friend who would be coming soon should I wish to wait and talk to him maybe he could help me on my journey.

During my stay many of the Elves wanted to hear about my adventures battling demons. I finally got to talk with the one who found me in the wood. His name I must not speak or write. To know ones name is to have a power over them in the Elvin world. Only special people are told ones true name. That is why I was never asked. They called me Slayer while I was with them. I will called him many things during my stay there but that is another story for another time. For now I will call him by his common name, Daran.

Daran never asked me about being the Slayer. He wanted to know more about Buffy. He helped me rediscover the lost little girl with in me. There was something familiar about him that drew me to him. I found he was the son of the Lady and that because of the time we had spent together most of the Elves thought I was his and treated me with even more respect. I was beginning to feel like a celebrity they way they fell at my feet trying to gain my favor without incurring the wrath of their prince. Daran reminded me of someone I had almost forgotten. He didn’t take any of my crap, saw right through any half truth I tried to get away with and though his eyes where dark grey he had the same cheek bones. May be that was why I was attracted to him, he was familiar.

The Wizard Basir arrived on my fourth week with the Elves. I had not even realized that much time had past. I wondered if time moved differently here than in our world. Would it be like when Angel went to hell for thousands of years but was only gone from me a month? Would anyone I loved be alive when I returned? Part of me wanted to stay in this peaceful place but part of me hoped the wizard could answer my questions.

Basir was a tall man with a long beard. He had kind eyes and I felt myself trusting him as I did the Lady. We talked for a while the first day just getting to know one another. We met again the next day but his mood was much more serious this time. “Slayer I think your journey to find out about yourself had brought you here. I feel you may travel to many places and see many things before you return home. I know you worry about you family. The Fates tell me that you will return home and not much time while have past there although your journey may take years to return to that place. They tell me that while you seek to find out who you are, they seek to show you who you can be. You must learn you power for you are at an age few of your kind have ever reached. If you do not become a Master you will be it’s minion.” I looked at him for a few moments and sighed. “Thank you Basir. I was afraid the Slayer was getting stronger. As much as I want to stay here….” I said looking at Daran, “I know I must go. I have felt my slayer getting stronger but I hide it from my friends and watcher. I know now I must face my demon or become one. You know you would make a good watcher in my world.” I said with a smile.

The old Wizard leaned in a whispered, “We may not have Slayers but we do have heroes and they too need Watchers.” We both began to chuckle. I saw the twinkle in his eye and he reminded me of Giles. Daran and I spent another month together. In that time I had learned some magic. At the end of the month I knew I would be moving on and I did not know if I would be back. I wrote letters to all of my friends and left them with Basir who also knew my time with them was growing short. Although Daran and I had never been physically intimate we had shared our souls with one another. A part of him would always be with me.

“Must you leave me my love?” Daran asked even though he knew the answer. “Daran you know I must but part of you will always be here in my heart.” I look at him with tears in my eyes before speaking again, “You believe as I that we will meet again. Maybe in another time and place but our souls will always remember” I said in elvish before kissing his cheek and walking away.