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| Finding a Way Home - The I Hate Prophecies and Time Travel Club by araedhel (6 Reviews) | | - - abc + |  | | | A/N: For those of you who are confused, the season 6 Buffy and Spike are in Season 3 and vice-versa. I'll list the season at the top of the chapter.
Thanks to my lovely beta MarzBar.
~*~ Season 6 ~*~ (Post-Tabula Rasa)
“Let me see the spell you used,” Anya said. She studied it for a moment and then said, “How stupid are you? This is a time travel spell and it’s not just a spell. If you had read the fine print at the bottom, you would know that there is a prophecy to go with it.”
“Really? What’s the prophecy?” Giles asked. Anya flipped through the book.
“The page that the prophecy was on has been pulled out and this is a really rare volume,” Anya said.
Buffy was glaring at Spike. “This is all your fault! I told you we should find another spell!” Then she whirled on Anya, “And who are you anyway?”
“I’m Anya, Xander’s ex-demon girlfriend and orgasm buddy.”
Buffy grimaced. “TMI,” she said., “Giles how many years ahead are we?”
“From what you’ve told me you’re about…three years ahead of where you were.”
“Okay, let’s get into research mode. I’m going to go home and tell mom what happened.” The room suddenly got very quiet. Buffy’s eyes became really wide. She looked vulnerable. Spike instinctively stepped closer to her, ready to comfort her if the need arose. ‘What am I doing and why would I comfort her?’ the demon thought. ‘Because you love her,’ his inner William yelled. Spike shoved William into the deepest recesses of his mind. He continued to deny that he loved her even though he knew it was true.
Giles took a deep breath and said, “Buffy, your mother died a year ago from complications of a brain tumor.”
Buffy’s eyes grew even bigger and more tearful. She whirled around and buried her face in Spike’s chest. His arms immediately slipped around her. He absently stroked her hair as she sobbed into his shirt. Some small part of Buffy wondered why he was being so nice to her. The grief stricken part of her didn’t care. At the sight of his powerful, invincible Slayer sobbing like a little girl, the demon’s resolve finally snapped. He was truly buggered. He loved her, but she still loved the Poof. She would never love him.
‘That’s me, Mr. Unlovable,’ he thought, ‘I always pick the girls who can’t or won’t love me in return.’ They both jumped when the bell on the shop door rang. Xander, Dawn, Willow, and another girl walked in. Buffy didn’t even glance up from Spike’s chest. Somehow, him holding her felt very right and she was too miserable to care what anyone thought of it.
“What’s wrong, Buffy?” Willow asked. She had tear streaks running down her face. “Oh my God, did the spell not wear off?”
“You were responsible for that?!” the Ripper roared, “You put all of us in danger…for what? You need to learn some control.” He advanced towards her.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she yelled. Willow started crying, again.
“So…what is going on?” Dawn asked.
Giles took a deep breath to calm down. Then he whipped his glasses off and began to polish them. “We have a bit of a problem. You see, from what I can gather, their timeline deviated from ours.” He motioned toward Buffy and Spike. “They were both sucked into Acathla’s portal. They used a spell to escape the hell dimension, but the spell was linked to a prophecy. Now they are here and our Buffy and Spike are back in their time, which would be about…1998.” Spike nodded in confirmation. “Now we need to find a copy of said prophecy and find a way to sort out this whole mess.”
“What?” Xander said.
“Did anyone follow that?” Dawn asked, “Because I’m lost.”
“A time travel spell happened. This Buffy and Spike are from three years ago and our Buffy and Spike are currently stuck in 1998,” Anya said., “And there is a prophecy of some sort which is probably the key to getting everyone back to their correct time.”
“So…it’s like a sci-fi movie?” Xander asked. Anya nodded.
Then she said happily, “They understand my fear of bunnies.”
“Why is Buffy crying?” Tara asked.
Giles flinched and mumbled, “We just told her that her mom died.” Buffy dried her eyes on Spike’s shirt and straightened up.
In a choked voice, Buffy said, “I am now a member of the ‘I Hate Prophecies and Time Travel Club’.”
“Can I join, too?” Dawn asked.
“Sure,” Buffy said giving her a watery smile.
“What about the bleached wonder?” Xander asked suddenly, “He’s un-chipped. He’ll kill us all.”
Buffy opened her mouth, but Spike said, “I’m not going to.”
“He’s not?” Xander said.
“You’re not?” Buffy said suspiciously, “Why not?” ‘Maybe not killing them will egual more Buffy kissage.’ Hopefully? Maybe more than kissage? Stop it! Bad brain!’
Spike quickly came up with the easiest and least embarrassing explanation, “I need you lot and that prophecy to get home to Dru,” he said., “I’m not going to kill you before that.” ‘Bad move, Spike,’ he thought. Buffy’s face visibly fell. He stared at her anxiously.
Suddenly, Xander began to laugh. “He’s in love with Buffy, just like the Spike in our time.”
“I am not!” Spike said exclaimed. ‘I guess the older me has more sense than the younger me. He told Buffy he loved her.’
“Where’s Angel?” Buffy asked. She was happy when Spike flinched upon hearing his name. She had hoped it would make him as jealous as hearing Drusilla’s name had made her. The room got really quiet again. “He left me, didn’t he?” Willow cautiously nodded. Buffy was surprised to find that this development caused her hardly any pain at all. In fact, she was kind of happy that this left her free to think about the yummy vampire next to her…who wanted to rip her head off.
Then Spike asked Tara, “Who are you? You’re covered in the witch’s smell.”
“I’m Tara,” she said with a shy smile, “I’m…um…Willow’s girlfriend.” Against his will, his mind was suddenly full of X-rated images. Buffy somehow knew this and stepped on his foot, hard.
“So…Will, you’re…uh…lesbian,” Buffy said in a squeaky voice, “I’m so happy for you.”
“Buffy are you really okay with it?”
“I’m fine, Will. Maybe we should start that research now, Giles.”
Giles nodded and said, “I’ll call Wesley and see if he has a copy of this text.”
“Who’s Wesley?” Buffy asked.
“Faith’s watcher.”
“Who’s Faith?”
“I really hope he has that text,” Giles mumbled and headed for the phone.
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