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Disclaimer: The genius that is Joss Whedon owns Buffy, not me, if I did, well, then let’s just say there’d be plenty of B/S action going on. Anyway, the plot lines come from my twisted own head, but he can have them too.
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: It’s cool with me, just be sure to let me know the site.
Feedback: YES! Just be nice if it’s awful.
Summary: A routine patrol becomes a reunion, and Xander, Willow, and Spike race against the clock to make sure no one gets hurt.
Author’s Note: I’m trying to keep this from being lame, forgive me if it is. Thank you to Staci who typed me up the lyrics at 11 at night. Enjoy…
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“I am falling into grace to the unknown to where you are and Faith
makes everybody scared it's the unknown that don't-know that keeps me
hanging on to you”-Lifehouse
* * *
There was something about the patrol that night. He should have known he’d be miserable. He should have known it’d be the worst few hours he could have spent. He wished he’d paid more attention to this feeling he had. He wished he knew where it came from.
“Xander, I want the crossbow!”
“Way to yell Wil! I’m sure the vampires know we’re here right now!”
“Don’t yell at me!” Willow protested.
Spike sighed. He stood up. “Okay, come and kill me now please!”
“Good decoy!” Xander snapped.
Spike sighed. “I’m begging. Just come and stake me. Please! I can’t take it anymore!”
“Oh, look, it’s the slayers pet, and where is our favorite blonde?”
“We’ll ask the questions,” Willow spat standing up.
“Just give me the crossbow,” Spike ordered.
“Fine, Mr. Commando,” Xander grunted.
“I am not that bloody solider!” Spike snapped. “Now, give me the damn bow!”
“Getting angry Spike? Not getting along with the humans.”
“Oh he never does,” a voice snapped and a heal smashed into the vampires face.
“Crossbow, now!” Spike yelled, welcoming the distraction. Willow thrust it into his hand. He held it up and send the arrow flying into one of the three vampires before them. Another was staked and a cloud of dust whirl winded around them. Spike frowned, who had created the distraction? Was there another slayer in town? His eyes turned to face the voice who had started the actual fight. His mouth fell open.
“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” she sighed.
Willow and Xander exchanged glances. “B-B-Buffy?” Xander frowned.
She smirked. She turned to the last vampire. “Go,” she ordered to the vamp, and he left rather quickly.
“Not Buffy,” Willow said shaking her head.
“Right, not Buffy,” she snapped. She turned and left the graveyard.
“I hate this town,” Xander snapped as Willow started to whimper.
“I,” Spike sighed and tore off after her. “Buffy!” he yelled. No answer. “Buffy!”
Can’t he just go away? She groaned and sped up, but he followed just as quickly. Damn, why does he have to be so fast?
“Buffy!” he grabbed her arm.
She took his hand and twisted it back. She rammed him up against a tree. “I am not Buffy. Stay away,” she ordered. She stepped back and started to walk away again.
“Buffy, I love you,” Spike called.
For a fraction of a second her foot dug against the ground, but then, then she started to walk again.
* * *
“And you’re sure it was Buffy?” Giles asked.
“Yes, well, no, well, sort of,” Willow sighed.
“Oh, that helps a great deal,” Giles snapped.
“She said she wasn’t Buffy, but she looked like Buffy,” Xander nodded. “It was weird it was like she was-“
“Evil,” Willow finished.
“Evil,” Spike nodded.
“Oh, so it wasn’t just me,” Xander nodded. “That’s good.”
“It was Buffy,” Spike nodded. “Nobody else ever tells me off,” Spike nodded.
“Uh, can I say something?” Xander interrupted.
“Shut up!” Spike warned. “Okay, nobody tells me off like she does.”
“How romantic,” Tara sighed and rolled her eyes.
“How’d she come back?” Anya asked. “I mean, she was, dead, and now she’s not.” One by one everyone turned to look at Willow.
“What! Okay, just because I’ve been a little preoccupied and just because I’ve gotten a little better at magic, means nothing, zero, I didn’t do it,” Willow said. “I didn’t!”
“Okay,” Xander sighed. “It’s time to hit the books.”
“But, I’ll fix it, I’ll undo it, or make her non-evil,” Willow blurted.
“Can you?” Tara frowned.
“Probably,” Willow nodded.
“I don’t think that a spell is going to make her non-evil,” Spike sighed. “It’s like, there’s two Buffy’s, one’s Buffy, and one isn’t.”
“And you came to this conclusion, how?” Giles asked.
“It’s just a feeling,” Spike sighed.
“Maybe, you should go home, your clearly more upset about this because your in love with her,” Anya nodded.
“Right,” Spike mumbled. He turned and started to leave the magic shop. “Wait,” he stopped and turned to look at the group. “What should I tell Dawn?”
“Right now, nothing, nothing at all, we’ll, we’ll just try to figure out who did this,” Willow smiled. “And I’ll fix it.”
“Yeah, let’s not get her hopes up,” Giles agreed. “She’s been through enough.
“Yeah,” Spike sighed and left the store. “And what about me getting my hopes up?”
* * *
“No way, he’d never,” Dawn sighed into the phone.
“On the bloody phone again?” Spike sighed as he opened the door.
“Oh, that it’s no one. Anyway. So, what if we’re in high school? It doesn’t mean anything. Besides, we have a whole summer before we even know if it’s true,” Dawn babbled.
Spike rolled his eyes. “You’d better get off that blast thing.”
“I have to go,” Dawn groaned. “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow,” she grinned.
“Right,” Spike grumbled.
“You’re starting to sound like Giles, or Xander,” Dawn snapped.
“Take that back!” Spike snapped.
“It could be worse, you could sound like Riley,” Dawn giggled. She wandered up the stairs and to her room.
“Just like Buffy,” he sighed and plopped down on the couch. He couldn’t bring himself to go into her room. Or Joyce’s. He’d pretty much sealed off most of the house, but that wasn’t must of a surprise to him. He flipped on the TV. Taking care of Dawn seemed so much harder with the fact that Buffy was just wandering around town. And who knew what she’d do.
* * *
Everyone had to have a plan. Evil or good, you still had a plan. Evil villain plans were always hard, because they always lost in all the movies.
But he had a good plan. This plan had a few rules. He wouldn’t follow her around town, making sure she killed them and when he was sure she’d done what she’d been brought back to do, he’d leave town. That way he’d be sure he wouldn’t get caught. And he wouldn’t turn into a snake. It didn’t help.
It was a good plan. He smirked to himself, thinking that all evil villains should think out their plans this much.
Not that he thought of himself as evil.
* * *
“And you think that bleeding fairy dust is going to make it all better?” Spike demanded.
“Hey! It’s not fairy dust! I worked all day on this!” Willow yelled.
“She did,” Tara nodded. “It’s a good thing we don’t have to worry about school right now. There’s a draw back of the plan though,” he sighed.
“It’s bloody fairy dust,” Spike snapped. “Where’s Harris?”
“You have to be right by her, to blow the fairy- the potion for it to work,” Willow explained. “So we’ll have to find her.”
“Right,” Xander nodded coming out of the back. “We’ll have to find her to apply the fairy dust,” he nodded.
“It must be a male thing,” Anya said. “Wait! I’ve had a thought!”
Willow snorted into her magic book.
“What is it?” Tara asked.
“Remember that recite? The one that the old man bought! What if that had something to do with it?” Anya demanded.
“An, I’m sure it was just a coincidence-“ Xander said. He stopped himself. “Wil, look at the recite.”
Willow groaned and took the crumpled recite from her hand. “Oh no,” she sighed.
Anya smiled proudly. “I told you,” she smirked.
“Shut up Anya,” Willow snapped. “Who ever bought these knew exactly what they were doing. They must have been pretty bright to.”
“You guys don’t think, one of Glory’s minions did this to get back at us?” Tara asked. “Cause we saved the world?”
“They’re morons,” Xander sighed. “They wouldn’t have been smart enough to do this. Besides, didn’t we kill them all?”
“Yeah,” Anya agreed. “Besides, an old man purchased those things. Older than Giles.”
“What!” Giles yelled from the storeroom.
“Nothing!” Anya called back. Xander snickered.
“Wait, old man?” Spike demanded.
“Yes, old,” Anya said. She smiled proudly.
“Doc,” Spike snapped. “He’s dead, again.”
“What?” Willow demanded.
“Bloody hell!” Spike snapped. “Harris, remember that man we killed?”
“Yeah,” Xander nodded.
“He wasn’t dead, and then I thought Buffy killed him, but he’s not dead, so you know what this means?”
“Yeah, it means we’re going to have to put a hold on the fairy dust and chop the man into little pieces?” Xander said.
“Grab an ax Harris, the night is young,” Spike snapped and tore out the door. Xander soon followed.
“Yes, a male thing,” Anya agreed.
* * *
Xander stared at the house. “Spike, what makes you think that this Doc guy, stayed in the same house, after we killed him, twice?”
“Because, he’s a moron,” Spike sighed.
“He managed to resurrect the slayer,” Xander pointed out.
“He was dumb enough to resurrect the slayer,” Spike correct. “Now, shut up, and stay there, I’m going to have a word with him.” Spike walked up to the door and knocked on it.
“Oh that’s brilliant! You’re going to knock on the door? I’m sure he’ll let you in for tea!” Xander cried.
“Hello-you!” a man at the door spat.
“Hey, have a word mate,” Spike grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the door.
“What, I thought you were dead,” he stuttered.
“Could say the same thing to you,” Spike grinned.
“Oh, do we get to chop him up now?” Xander asked. He rushed over, ax in hand.
“Shut up,” Spike ordered.
“What, what, can I do for you?” he demanded.
“Well, you resurrected the slayer, we’d like to know why,” Spike smirked and pulled out a knife.
“Oh, I thought we were going to chop him up,” Xander sighed.
“Harris! Shut up!” Spike ordered. Doc swallowed. “Now, behave, or, I’m going to sick him on you.”
“You, you had to pay, her honor G-“
“Spare me the crap,” he ordered. “Tell me!”
Doc laughed. “You think this is going to help? Let me tell you something, you have no idea why she came back, and when you figure it out, you’ll be to late already. But when you figure it out, you’ll wish it was you that had died,” he laughed.
“You, you wouldn’t,” Spike snapped. He turned and looked and Xander. “Kill him,” he snapped. “Then call Willow, I have to check on something. Meet me at the house.”
“It’d be my pleasure,” Xander snapped.
* * *
Contrary to what Spike thought, Dawn didn’t spend all her time on the phone. No, in fact, Dawn had spent most of her summer reading. Buffy had always teased her about her constant reading, but Dawn had to admit she liked reading. It took her to a place that wasn’t Sunnydale. And Dawn hated Sunnydale. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the quiet.
“Dawn!” Spike yelled bursting through the door.
“So much for quiet,” she mumbled. “What’s going on?”
“We need to go, I have to get you out of here,” Spike snapped. The next thing he knew his face was shoved into the wall. “Ow! Ow, that hurt!”
“What, Buffy?” Dawn screamed.
“No!” she snapped. “I am not Buffy!”
“Ow!” Spike snapped. He pushed Buffy off of him. “Ow! Damn chip!” he yelled. “Where is Harris?”
“Shut up,” she ordered. She pushed him back and smirked.
“Did you perhaps forget to tell me something last night?” Dawn sniffled. Tears were forming in her eyes.
“I can explain, right now, get out of the house,” Spike ordered.
“And your going to stop me how, with the chip?” she smirked.
“Damn it, a head ache I can live with!” Spike yelled. “Come on, I know your in there some where Buffy!”
“I am not Buffy,” she yelled again.
“Right, and I’m a natural blond,” Spike groaned. “Buffy, come on, that’s your sister.”
“Right,” Buffy nodded. He eyes closed. She turned and smirked. She pushed Dawn back into the coffee table.
Spike punched her and screamed in pain. “Bloody hell! Harris!” he snapped.
“Ow!” Dawn screamed.
Buffy stormed over and reached out to hit Dawn. Dawn grabbed Buffy’s hand. “Your not the only one who knows how to fight,” Dawn snapped. “Ew! I’m bleeding! You made me bleed!” Dawn’s eyes brightened. “Buffy! That’s your blood! It’s Summers blood!”
“I’m not Buffy!” she sighed one last time.
“Spike! Help!” Dawn yelled.
“Dawn!” Willow cried running through the door.
“Did you bring your fairy dust?” Spike asked.
“Yes, and it’s not fairy dust!” Willow snapped. “Buffy!” she screamed.
“Use it!” Spike yelled.
“Oh, right!” Willow ran over. “Buffy!”
“I’m not-“ she hissed but before she could finish, Willow was blowing herbs and spices around the room.
“He’s dead, for good,” Xander said wandering in.
“Nice timing,” Spike snapped.
“Buffy?” Dawn asked looking into her eyes.
“Dawnie, what happened, I was, and, oh G-d,” she mumbled. She fell back letting go of Dawn’s had. “I’m leaving,” she sighed. She got up and started to leave.
Spike grabbed her arm as she started to race out the door. “Buffy, please, we know, we know it wasn’t you.”
“Spike, let go, I have to get out of here,” she ordered.
“Buffy, come on,” Xander pleaded. “It’ll all be okay.”
“No! No it won’t!” Buffy cried. “I didn’t want to come back!” she snapped.
“Buffy I understand, I know that you didn’t want to come back like this, but-“ Willow sighed.
“No!” Buffy yelled. “I didn’t want to come back at all. It’s, it’s to hard for me to go through with this. And, I didn’t want to come back,” she whispered. She darted out of the house, leaving Spike, Dawn, Xander and Willow in tears.
* * *
Buffy sighed and stared at the ceiling in her bedroom. She turned and looked at the clock. She felt miserable, and she knew, she knew that she had to go patrol, but she didn’t want to. She just wanted to stay in her room forever.
“Buffy,” Spike said, he opened the door slightly. “I’m about to go patrol. Is there anything you want?” he asked.
“Spike, we, we have to talk about this us, situation,” Buffy sighed. She wandered over towards the door and stepped out quietly.
“I know, I knew this was coming. And I’m okay with it,” he nodded.
“Spike, no, it’s-“
“I knew you were going to ask me to leave, so after patrol, I’ll pack my stuff. And be out of your hair,” he promised.
“No Spike, I-“ Buffy sighed.
“Let me get through this. Buffy, I love you, and you’ve been, you’ve been better than I’ve ever deserved. And I love you more for it. But I understand that you probably want me to leave, and I’m okay with it. I totally understand. But, Buffy, please, just, just don’t kick me completely out of your life. I mean, I think the others are starting to enjoy me. I think I’m starting to enjoy them to. And, I love you, and I need you, and I don’t want you to never see you again, but if you don’t, I understand. But I just have this one request. Buffy, please, let me stay in Dawn’s life. I really, I feel close to her. Even though I’ve only been playing William Blake for a few weeks, I really feel like family to her, and I need her, and Buffy?” Spike stopped. He looked into Buffy’s eyes and she started to cry. She flung her arms around him sobbing. So he did the only thing he could, he held her while she cried.
* * *
“I cannot pretend that everything makes sense but does it really matter now If I do not know how to figure this thing out I am against myself again trying to fit these pieces in a walking on a cloud of dust to get to you”