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| Finding a Way Home - High School and Poncy Grandsires by araedhel (8 Reviews) | | - - abc + |  | | | Thanks to my lovely Beta MarzBar for making sure I don't write anything stupid
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~*~ Season 3 ~*~
Buffy leaned into her mother’s embrace, relishing her smell and touch. She knew that something was wrong and that she’d have to deal with it in a moment, but for now, this was the only place she wanted to be. ‘Well, being in Spike’s arms would be nice, too,’ she thought., ‘Shut up brain.’ Her mother broke the embrace first. Buffy silently went through all the possibilities in her head and decided that time travel would be much better than a demon or a doppelganger. “Mom,” she said, “What year is it?”
“It’s 1998,” she said, “Why do you ask?”
“Could I see today’s paper?” Her mom handed it to her. It really was 1998. Buffy groaned. “I have to go through my last year of high school all over again. Did you say I was gone for a few weeks?”
“Yes, Buffy what’s wrong?”
“That means that the whole Acathla thing already happened, but you said that Angel is still here.”
“Yes, Buffy, tell me what’s going on this minute.”
“Oh no! Angel’s still my boyfriend and I’m going to have to go through him leaving me again for my own good the day before the Prom!”
“I’ll take you to the Prom and be your boyfriend,” Spike said shyly, “I promise I won’t leave you. You can’t even get rid of me as it is.” She hesitated for a moment. She felt something for Spike. She had felt something for him even before she died, but she wasn’t sure if it was love. He had been the only person she could turn to since she came back and she was afraid that this might kill the tentative friendship they had begun to develop. “If it’s the soul issue in the way, pet, I’ll get one of the poncy things,” he said, pleading with her.
“You don’t need to,” she said slowly, “I…I know you love me and I think I’m willing to give it a shot.” When she saw the awe and adoration in his expressive blue eyes, she knew she had done the right thing.
“What is going on?” her mother exploded, “Elizabeth Anne Summers, if you don’t tell me…”
“We’re from the future. Some spell brought us back here, we think.” Joyce opened her mouth in shock. “I think maybe we should go see Giles about this.”
“It probably had something to do with Willow and her out of control magic,” Spike said. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Buffy opened it. There, on her doorstep, stood his poof of a grandsire.
“What do you want, Angel?” Buffy said coolly.
“Thank god. You’re okay!” he exclaimed., “After what happened that night…well…I just need to tell you that I love you. That monster wasn’t really me. Why don’t we go patrolling and we’ll talk?”
“No,” she said. She was going to relish this. ‘Why did I love him again?’ she thought, ‘This is just pathetic. How could I have forgiven him after all he did to my friends?’ “Listen, Angel, that monster, really was you. You and Angelus are not two separate people. I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore and I don’t think we should talk. Oh yeah, you’re really lousy in bed. Bye-bye, now,” she said. Suddenly Angel spotted Spike.
“What is he doing here?! He’ll kill all of you. Don’t trust him, Buffy!”
“Oh, but I do,” she said. Spike walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her flush against his body and kissed her. Angel’s mouth hung open.
“But…but…you love Drusilla.”
“Loved,” Spike said,, “Now, I love Buffy and she doesn’t love you and your sodding detachable soul. Lucky for me, mate.”
“Get away from her!” he growled. He rushed towards the door and bounced off the barrier.
“Looks like you don’t have an invite, Peaches. Too bad…for you,” Spike smirked and possessively draped an arm around Buffy’s waist.
“Angel, I’m sorry, but we’re really not meant to be together.” ‘I would so much rather be with this sexy, blond, hunk of a vampire. Spike’s ass is much cuter than yours and he’ll take me to the Prom!’ “I really mean it Angel, I don’t want to see you around here, again. Good-bye.”
“But…” Buffy slammed the door in his face.
“I have wanted to do that for so long,” she said. She turned around and spotted her mother, who had an expression of absolute confusion on her face. “Looks like I’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do.”
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Once Buffy was comfortably seated next to Spike in the living room, she said, “So…what about the whole supposed time travel thing didn’t you understand?”
“The part about the supposed time travel,” he mother said.
“We don’t exactly know what happened,” Spike said. Buffy suddenly reached over and grabbed her mother’s hand, as if to make sure she was really there.
“Buffy,” she said suddenly, “What’s wrong.”
“We need to have someone start scanning you for signs of brain tumors,” Buffy said., “Please call and make an appointment soon.”
“What happened in your time? You keep looking at me as if you’re going to lose me.” Suddenly it dawned on Joyce. “I died, didn’t I?” Buffy burst into tears and buried her head in Spike’s shoulder. He stroked her hair. Joyce came and sat on the other side of Buffy. She wrapped her arms around her and stroked her back. “Shhh,” she said, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll call my doctor first thing in the morning, okay?” Buffy nodded. “Why don’t you and Spike go get some sleep?”
“If you’ll make up a cot in the basement, Joyce, I’ll take Buffy up to bed,” Spike said. He swung a protesting Buffy into his arms. He kissed her nose and started up the stairs. Joyce looked after them, smiling. Whatever had happened in their time, Spike certainly loved her daughter. It comforted her, somewhat, that even if she did die, Buffy would have someone that loved her that much to look after her. She sighed and went looking for the cot. It felt strange, going from having no knowledge of the magical world to discovering your daughter was the Slayer, and learning that your daughter and her friend were from the future. She tried to accept everything that they had told her that night, but it was difficult. She resolved to have a long chat with Spike about the magical world, when he came down.
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