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Back to the Hellmouth



This fic won a Golden Frog Award for the best crossover fic in 1999. It also won a '99 Silver Frog for being nominated for best Mid-sized fic. (2-6 parts) Rock on, me.
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TITLE: Back to the Hellmouth
AUTHOR: Rich
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: My first crossover. So yeah.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask.
SUMMARY: A Buffy/Back to the Future crossover.
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns the Buffy crew, someone who's not Joss owns Back to the Future.

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"Back to the Hellmouth"

May 29, 1999

The streets of Sunnydale were quiet. Quiet until Buffy hit the ground. She didn't give the vampire a chance to follow up on his attack. She countered with a sweep kick, knocking her opponent to the ground. Giving him a kick for good measure, she turned to Willow, who threw her a stake.

The vampire rose to his feet, ready to mount an offense. Buffy readied herself to plunge the stake into the vamp's heart, when a noise disturbed her. A big noise. Three big noises, actually. More like sonic booms. Then, literally from out of nowhere, a car appeared barreling towards them. The car, a Delorian to be precise, didn't have time to stop. It plowed directly into the vampire and Buffy.

"Buffy!" screamed Willow, running over to her friend. The Delorian screeched to a halt and both doors opened. A wily-eyed old man and a young man wearing what appeared to be a life jacket stepped out of the car. "Jesus, Doc," said the man, "You ran right over her!"

"She's fine, Marty," shouted the old man. "She's tougher than she looks." Buffy got to her feet with the help of Willow. Seeing that Buffy was okay, Willow went over to Marty and began to pound on his chest. "You could have killed her!" she screamed. "I'm fine, Will," reassured Buffy. "Excuse me, Miss Summers," said Doc, "we need you to come with us."

Buffy paused. "How do you know my name?"

"We'll explain everything on the way," said Marty. With that, Buffy shrugged and got into the car with Willow behind her. Doc and Marty then got in, making the front seat very uncomfortable. Doc backed up down the small street and then floored it. They must have been going at least 80mph when they got to where they'd first been standing, approaching the vampire, who just now regained consciousness and rose to his feet.

The vampire screamed as the car raced towards him once again and he shielded his face with his hands. Three sonic booms made him lower his hands. The car was gone. He smiled. Then he realized he was standing in one of two fire trails. He stopped smiling. Then he disintegrated.

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Oct. 15, 2016

The Delorian boomed into existence in an abandoned lot. Still driving at about 50MPH, Doc began to explain about the time machine and how it worked. Exiting the lot, Buffy began to grow impatient. "That's all well and good, Dr. Lunatic, but do you want to tell me what this has to do with me and Willow?"

"I'm sorry, Buffy," started Marty, "but this only has to do with you. Willow's only here because she happened to be with you when we showed up. We couldn't leave her all alone."

"Thanks for thinking of me," said Willow, sincerely.

"Besides," said Doc, "she's helped you in the past. She might be vital to this mission." Buffy was getting tired of this. "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?"

Marty and Doc exchanged glances. "We need you to kill a clown." Buffy stared out the windshield.

"Please be kidding."

"This is no ordinary clown, Ms. Summers, " said Doc. "He's quite dangerous. He lives off humans. All he has to do is look at you, and you won't be able to move."

"Then he eats you?" asked Willow with a crack in her voice.

"No," explained Marty. "He drinks you. He swallows you whole then drinks all the fluids out of your body and spits out your corpse." Willow shuddered silently.

"Okay," said Buffy, trying to be optimistic, "How do we stop him?" Marty turned to her with a sympathetic look. "Well, he's kinda like a mutated vampire. We're not really sure how that happened, but a simple stake through the heart should do it."

"And if it doesn't?"

Doc paused. "…It has to."

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Oct. 15, 2016

Oz's life was going good. He was married to Willow, they had two wonderful sons, Kenny and Scott, and he quit the band to take care of them. Devon didn't take it very well, but what's a dad to do? Xander was in Med School, Cordilia was in the Bahamas, and Faith took up slaying full time with Giles after Buffy…well, after Buffy. Yup, Oz's life was going pretty good. Too bad about that whole life sucking clown thing.

Oz stopped his midnight stroll when he saw a car skid up the street toward him doing at least 50 MPH. "Crazy drunk driver," thought Oz. The car screeched to a halt about 40 feet away from him. Oz ducked behind a trash can to watch as Willow got out of the car with some old guy and a kid. "Why is that kid wearing a life jacket?" he said to himself. Also with them was a girl who somewhat resembled Buffy. The old guy said something to Willow then took off towards the school with the other three, leaving her behind. Oz walked up to her to get some answers.

"Willow!" he shouted.

"Oz!" she shouted back in surprise.

"What are you doing here? Where are the kids?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to…kids?" Oz gave her a questioning look. "Never mind," she said, dismissing it. "I need you to watch the car while I go help out some friends."

"But…"

"Oz!" Willow's resolve face shut Oz's mouth as she ran off in the direction of her friends. Oz climbed into the car and waited for her return. "Wait a minute," thought Oz, "This sure doesn't look like the interior of a Delorian." Oz looked around. "What the heck's a flux capacitor?" Oz flipped the switch next to it and it hummed to life. The time circuits came on with it. "Woah," said Oz. "This is interesting…"

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Willow ran towards the school as fast as she could. She took a glance at her surroundings and realized that this section of Sunnydale had become a relatively bad neighborhood. She hoped Oz was okay back at the car. Willow turned a corner and the school came into view. Then she saw it. And she almost burst into laughter. Besides the line of people who, she assumed, were a late night snack, it almost looked comical. The clown that was supposed to be the fiercest thing that a slayer ever faced looked like Krusty the Clown from "The Simpsons". Then she saw what it could do. And she almost lost her lunch.

The Krusty look-alike grabbed a civilian from the line of people and swallowed him whole. He just stuffed the entire person in his mouth like a snake would do to something twice its size. Then he turned his head and deposited the mangled carcass of the human into a pile of dead people to join the leftovers.

Willow noticed Buffy crouched behind a pillar waiting for an opportunity. She immediately ran over to her without being seen by clown-boy. "Willow, what the hell are you doing here?" Willow crouched down next to the slayer. "Believe it or not, I ran into Oz. He's with the time machine." Buffy shrugged and glanced at the clown again. "I need a way to shield myself from his gaze." Willow glanced around looking for a shield of some sort when she heard someone shouting. Buffy and Willow looked on in amazement as Marty yelled at the clown. "Hey!" he shouted. "Down here!" The clown stared at him and Marty froze. Buffy cursed under her breath and ran out from her hiding place. "Hey, Krusty!" she shouted. Buffy threw the stake before she too became frozen in place. The stake landed in the dead center of his heart, turning it to dust. "That," said Buffy, "was for Sideshow Bob."

Marty ran over to her and Doc followed. "What the hell's the matter with you? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Marty was about to protest when he saw Willow doubled over by the pillar. The trio ran over to her. "Willow, what's wrong?" Willow looked down at her hand as it began to fade away. "Buffy?" she whispered weakly. Willow's hand disappeared followed by the rest of her body. Buffy's eyes grew wide as Willow vanished.

Doc and Marty exchanged a worried look. "Willow?" said Buffy, tears swelling up in her eyes.

"She's been erased," said Doc, barely above a whisper.

"Erased from existence."

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The trio ran back to where they had left the car to find out what happened to Willow. Marty, Doc and Buffy simotaniously stopped and gawked at what they say. The Delorian sat in it's original spot. Painted with zebra stripes. "Willow said she left the car with Oz. He must have figured out how to use it." Doc walked around the time machine, eyes widened, not believing someone had the nerve to do this to his baby. Marty opened the driver's side door, flipped the time circuits on and looked at the date. "January 27, 1998," said Marty. "Why would he go back then?"

"That's the day he became a werewolf," stated Buffy. "He always said that if he could ever go back in time, that's the one thing he would change about his life."

"It's quite obvious that your friend Oz's use of the time machine is in someway connected with Willow's disappearance. We've got to go back to the future, your future of 1999, and find whatever caused this." Buffy distantly nodded. "Let's go. We gotta move," said Marty from the driver's seat. Buffy and Doc climbed into the car as Marty set the date. Doc pretended not to notice Buffy's silent tears as the speedometer neared 88 MPH.

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May 29, 1999

Buffy turned over another page of the newspaper. It had been Doc's idea to go to the Sunnydale Public Library to look for the cause of Willow's disappearance. Both he and Marty figured that something must have happened to her in the present (past?) which caused it. So now they were looking through all the old newspapers. Not unlike vampire research, actually. "Here it is," called Doc from a corner. "Apparently, Willow was…was killed in a drive by shooting by someone named Jack O' Toole. Buffy choked back the tears as Doc continued. "O' Toole was killed along with the driver of the car when drove straight into Sunnydale high School, shortly after shooting Willow." Buffy waited for more but there was none. "Okay," she said after taking a deep breath, "what does this have to do with Oz stealing the time machine?" Marty looked up from the paper. "Well, you said he was a werewolf, right? Well, if he went back in time on the day he became a werewolf, chances are he went to stop that from happening. At some point in your present, Oz must have killed O' Toole. Obviously, that couldn't happen since Oz isn't a werewolf anymore."

Doc shot Marty a smile. "See? You're learning."

"Okay," said Buffy, so we go back to the future and stop Oz from taking the time machine." Doc shook his head. "We can't. If we do, it will be the alternate future. The one with no Willow. The only logical move is to go back in time and let Oz become a werewolf."

thought Buffy,

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January 27, 1998

Oz walked out the door of Sunnydale High School with a happy sigh. He liked helping people out. He figured if he had a time machine he could stop some of the many deaths of teenagers. He remembered once reading about Jack O' Toole who was mauled by some sort of creature in the boiler room. The newspaper said he was attacked by a dog, but almost everything that happened in Sunnydale has something to do with a demon. Jack seemed pretty understanding, considering he told him how he was going to die. So, with that out of the way, Oz headed to Aunt Maureen's house to stop the lycanthropy transfer. Oz smiled to himself as he thought of a life with Willow without his regular monthly cycle. The long walks in the moonlight, campfires in the mountains, games with the kids in the backyard…Is that a sandbag falling out of a tree? Oz's world went dark.

Buffy, Marty and Doc stepped out from their respective hiding places and stood over Oz's unconscious body. Buffy frowned. "Did it ever occur to you that you could've just said 'Hey, don't do that' and smacked him with a rolled up newspaper?"

"It worked, didn't it?" replied Marty.

"Actually, Marty," said Doc, grimly, "I don't believe it did." Doc held up the newspaper that they "borrowed" from the library. The headline still read "TEEN KILLED IN DRIVE-BY SHOOTING". Buffy took the paper. "But if we stopped Oz…" Doc cut her off. "There must be something else that we're missing." The trio began a slow walk back to the Delorian. "So what now?" asked Marty. "Now you take Oz back to the future and drop him off where we parked before. I'll be sure to pick you up when this whole mess is over."

"So what do we do?" asked Buffy.

"Stop Jack O' Toole."

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January 7, 1999

Jack O' Toole walked slowly around the grave stone. He began his chant. "He calls fourth the spirit of Earthu, the Restless. No one shall speak. He shall arise! Hear me! The blood of the earth shall restore him." Jack sliced his own hand open with a switchblade. "And he shall arise…"

A single hand emerged from the ground, followed by another, followed by their owner. "Biff, old buddy!" screamed Jack. "Jack! You dirty bastard!" replied Biff. "You rock!" Jack smiled at his old friend. "Come on," he said, leading him out of the cemetery, "I got plans." Biff stopped in his tracks. "Woah, woah, woah. I got to get even with that McFly bastard that did me in." Jack frowned. "Dude, when he ran you into that manure truck and it tipped over, crushing your lungs, I was devastated. We all were. But right now, I think we're both in the mood for a little drive-by?" Biff's frown turned into a grin as he nodded in conformation.

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Doc dropped Buffy off in front of the school. "According to the paper," said Doc, "Willow is shot at exactly 8:14 PM on this road here in front of the school. Did you set your watch?"

"Watch primed and set."

"Just do what I told you and…everything should be fine." With that, he drove off. 20 minutes until show time.

Now it was just a waiting game.

Or, in Buffy's case, a sleeping game.

The warning beep on Buffy's watch went off, waking her. Buffy, still groggy, looked at her watch. Buffy thought, And she would have done just that if the arm from the big two-headed thing didn't knock her to the ground. Buffy looked up. The moon was full and whatever hit her was silhouetted against it. The creature was at least 8 feet tall, had two heads and wings. If it weren't so hairy, Buffy would have said it had a female's body. "Sssssslayer," the female head hissed, "I've been watching you…" Buffy got to her feet. "Well, it's nice to know that my fan club's still around," she quipped. "You don't seem to understand, Ssssssslayer. You will soon find out who I am, for I am going to rule this Earth!"

"Well, do you have something better?"

"Of course. We kill her."

"No, that lacks originality. I want to strike fear in her heart."

"Oh, of course, she's shaking in her bloody boots. Can we just chop off her head or something?"

"Oh fine. If that's the way you want it. All right, Ms. Summers, we're ready to kill you now."

Buffy paused, stake in hand. "Yeah, well, you two are forgetting one thing…WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" she screamed, pointing behind the demon. Both heads turned. That was all the distraction she needed. She plunged the stake into the heart of the creature then brushed herself off. "I can't believe that they fell for that," she said aloud. "Well, I guess two heads aren't better than one." Buffy cringed at the bad pun.

The doors to Sunnydale High opened and Willow walked out reading a book. At the same time a car screeched around the corner. Willow was headed right for it. In the darkness, Buffy could just make out the figure of Jack O'Toole leaning out the car window with a gun. With all of her energy, Buffy ran at Willow and knocked her out of the way just as Jack fired. The bullet caught Buffy in the gut and she collapsed onto the cold cement. Jack and Biff looked behind them at the quite alive Willow. "Damn! We missed her!" said Jack. "Yeah," replied Biff, turning around. "But at least we…" Biff's eyes widened and both men screamed as the car crashed through the doors of the school. The car skidded all the way through the library doors and crashed into the rare book cage. Biff fought his way out of the airbag as he and Jack fell out of the car. They surveyed the damage. The library doors were torn from their hinges and the rare book cage was ripped open like a sardine can. It was amazing that they had survived. "Wow," breathed Jack. "I can't believe we…" Both men screamed in shock and sudden pain as a very hungry Oz-wolf devoured them both.

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Willow ran over to Buffy's limp body. Tears streaming down her face, she knelt next to her fallen friend. "No," Willow whispered to herself. "NO!" she said, now screaming. She clamped her fists together and slammed them down on Buffy's chest. Willow screamed again. This time, in pain. Buffy's eyes sprung open and she sat up, staring at her red headed friend who was doubled over holding her fists to her chest. Buffy stood. An iron plate fell from beneath her sweater. Willow looked on in shock. Makeshift bullet-proof vest? "How…how did you know?" she asked, a puzzled look on her face. "I'm the Slayer. It's my job."

Willow smiled and ran at her friend, pulling her into a tight bear hug. Buffy reciprocated the hug. She needed her Willow.

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May 29, 1999

Buffy got out of the Delorian and turned to address Doctor Emmett Brown. "So where you headed now?" Doc frowned. "Well, I have to go a pick up Marty in the future, then it's back to my lab so I can destroy this infernal machine." Buffy shot him a questioning look. "Really?" Doc took a deep breath and paused. "No. Probably not."

Smiling, Buffy closed the car door and strode up the walk to her front door. Entering the house, she went into the kitchen and got herself a Diet Coke. Going over the recent events, she smiled to herself. Just another day at the office. "And I returned everything to normal without disturbing the space-time continuum," she joked. Walking into the living room, she spotted her mother on the couch with Giles sitting next to her. Giles stood at her entrance. "Ah. Buffy. We need to…"

Buffy cut him off. "Giles, please. It's been a really long day. I don't need any more crap." Mrs. Summers angrily stepped in. "Buffy! I've asked you repeatedly to show your father a little respect!" The words 'space-time continuum' blew up in Buffy's brain.

The Diet Coke hit the floor seconds before Buffy did.

The End

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