Summary: Patty Halliwell died and when she was to go on to the afterlife, she was approached by an Angel of Destiny and the Elders to either continue on to the afterlife, or to be reborn and continue the fight against evil. She chose to be reborn and was reborn as Buffy Summers, the Slayer.
Pairings: Buffy/Sam - Dawn/Faith - Piper/Leo - Phoebe/Canon Pairings - Paige/Canon Pairings
A/U: Set during and after the BTVS season 6 episode, Tabula Rosa and the Charmed season 4 premiere, Charmed Again.
Disclaimer: Disney owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer and CBS owns Charmed
Prologue: Tabula Rasa
August 30, 2001 – Thursday
Summers Home, Sunnydale
Buffy gently closed the front door as she returned home. Seeing her friends again, just being with them, had felt wonderful, but the weight of the past 24 hours was bearing down heavily on her. She saw Dawn sitting on the stairs obviously waiting for her.
"Hey, Buffy?" Dawn greeted as she smiled at her sister. Then she saw the look on her sister's face and knew nothing was all right with Buffy. "Is everything okay?"
Buffy stepped hesitantly toward Dawn, for some strange reason feeling like she didn't have to hide the truth from her sister. That Dawn would understand and be supportive. "I was happy," she started.
"I don't …" Dawn interrupted as she looked at her older sister in complete confusion.
"Wherever I ... was ... I was happy," Buffy continued as she sat on the stairs next to Dawn. "At peace. I knew that you and everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything, nothing had form... but I was still me, you know? And I was warm and I was loved... and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand about dimensions or theology or any of ... but I think I was in heaven."
Dawn stared at her sister in shock at the revelation.
"And now I'm not," Buffy finished. "I was torn out of there. Our friends pulled me out. And everything here is bright and hard and violent... Everything I feel, everything I touch... this is Hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that... knowing what I've lost ..." She looked at Dawn saw the tears in her baby sister's eyes. She reached up and wiped them away. "They can never know, Dawn. Never."
"I won't tell them," Dawn said as she wrapped an arm around her sister and pulled Buffy in. "It's alright to cry," she whispered into her sister's ear. "Anything you need I'm here."
"Thanks, Dawn," Buffy said.
September 27, 2001 - Thursday
Shady Hill Cemetery
It had been a month almost to the day when Buffy had finally revealed to her friends, a result of a dancing demon, the truth of where she had been. Dawn had been good to her word, she hadn't told any of their friends. She had been there for anything Buffy had needed, and she was appreciative of her sister's love and support. Though she suspected that there was an ulterior motive on Dawn's part. No one had told her but she was sure something had gone on with her sister during the five months she had been dead, something bad.
She walked through the cemetery, several yards behind her a shadowy figure trailed her, obscured by the mist. She stopped walking as she looked around her Slayer senses telling her the figure was there. She whirled around, her body tense, stake poised, only to find herself face to face with Spike.
"Can we talk?" Spike asked as Buffy gave him an irritated look.
"Vocal cord wise, yes. With each other, no." Buffy said as she turned and started to walk away.
Spike held his ground as he called after her, "We have to talk."
Ten feet away from Spike, Buffy turned to face him again. "About what?" she asked.
"Um, whatever," Spike said. "Just conversation. For instance, the weather, the ... graves … the—We kissed, Buffy."
Buffy stared him down, seemingly unaffected. "So?"
"We kissed, you and me, all Gone with the Wind with the rising music and the rising ... music, and what was that Buffy?" Spike asked.
"A spell," Buffy said as she turned and started to walk away again.
Spike quickly followed after Buffy. "Don't you get all prim and proper on me. I know what kind of girl you really are," he said as she stopped walking. He walked around her so that he could face her. "Don't I?"
"What we did, is done," Buffy said. "But I will never kiss you Spike, never touch you, ever, ever again." Suddenly she threw herself at him, knocking him to the ground, just as a flying stake whizzed by, missing them by inches and impaling itself in a tree just behind them.
They looked up, and found a shark-headed demon and his two vampire heavies standing ten feet away.
Buffy rolled off Spike and faced the demon and vampires, quite irritated at the interruption.
"Easy, boys," the demon said as he paced. "There's no need to get physical-like. Is there Mr. Spike?"
Buffy looked at Spike. "You know this guy?" she asked.
Spike nodded. "Yeah," he said as he looked at the demon. "What do you want?"
The demon walked past Buffy and Spike to the tree. He reached up and wrenched the stake he thrown loose. He then returned to his pacing as he used the stake to clean under his fingernails. "Me?" he said. "There are a lot of things I would like. A house in Bel Aire with a generously-sized swimming pool; a lady barracuda who loves me for who I really am ..." Suddenly, he got in Spike's face as he held the stake at Spike's heart. "And the forty Siamese that you owe me."
"Take it easy. You'll get your kittens." Spike said.
"I trust you Mr. Spike," the demon said as he pulled away the stake. "That's why I let you gamble the felines in the first place."
"Oh god, what is with you guys?" Buffy asked in revulsion. Kittens? Really? "Why kittens? Why can't you use money like normal people?"
"She's funny. I like funny in a girl," the demon said.
"I just need a little time." Spike said.
"Time. Time's what turns kittens into cats," the demon said as he motioned to the vampires, who come forward, closing in on Buffy and Spike. "I don't want to see anyone get hurt."
Buffy grabbed a tree branch and swung forward, kicking the first vampire in the face causing him to stagger back. "Then you better close your eyes," she said as she dropped from the branch.
The other vampire charged Spike, stake in hand as Buffy stepped between them and socked him in the gut. As he doubled over in pain, she hit him on the back of the neck and he crumpled to the ground. She picked up his fallen stake and pushed the first vampire back as Spike gingerly edged away.
"I said she was the Slayer, Boss," the first vampire said.
"Good for you. The Vampire Slayer. Have you given any thought to freelance work, a little debt collecting perhaps? I bet you could really bust up a knee cap or two," the demon said to Buffy.
"No. Thank you," Buffy said, dryly as the second vampire got to his feet and shuffled over to the demon.
"Boss," the first vampire said as he looked around, "he's gone; Spike has split."
They all look around and found that it was true, Spike was gone.
"That's what I get for socializing. C'mon boys, up and at'em. We'll locate Mr. Spike and uh, talk to him a little more," the demon said. He made a little bow towards Buffy. "It was a genuine pleasure." He and the vamps walk away.
Buffy looked around for Spike as the demon and the vampires walked away. "If I just stopped saving his life it would simple things up so much," she said.
September 28, 2001 – Friday
In the training room Buffy sat on the couch next to Giles. She was in a state of shock at what she had just learned. "No," she said.
"I'm afraid I have to," Giles said, he didn't relish telling Buffy that he was leaving, but it was necessary.
"Uh-huh." Buffy said. "What do you mean you have to? You can't! Giles, this is when I need you. I'm all messed up. Everything is all messed up." She then thought to herself, "And Dawn has been the only one truly supportive."
Giles nodded. "I know. But you have to be strong. I'm trying to—"
"To what? Abandon me, desert me? Leave me all alone when I really need…" Buffy said unable to finish the sentence. She needed someone, besides her sister. After all Dawn was only a teenager and still in school. Dawn could only do so much. "That's great, that's just really great of you."
"Buffy, please, this is hard." Giles said.
"Yeah, I know, I know. This hurts you more than it hurts me," Buffy said. "And it will be really hard for you over in jolly old England, palling around with all your jolly old friends and riding around in double decker buses or whatever the hell you do there."
Giles sighed, "I don't want to leave—"
"So don't. Please don't, okay? I need someone, I need someone besides just Dawn. She's been good since I came back but there is only so much she can do," Buffy said as Giles realized that Buffy had told Dawn the whole truth long before she had revealed it last week to the rest of them. "I can't do this without you."
Giles shook his head knowing that she had do it without him. If he could he would take Dawn with him, removing Buffy's last crutch. But he knew he couldn't, that would have been kidnapping after all. "But you can. That's why I'm going. As long as I stay, when things arise that you feel you can't handle, you'll turn to me. And I'll step in, because... Because I hate to see you suffer."
Buffy sighed. "As much of it as I can take—"
"And I'm loathe to cause you any more, believe me. But this is ... In every mentor relationship, there's a point when the student must kill the teacher—" Giles said as Buffy glared at him. "Metaphorically. What I'm saying ... I've taught you everything you need know about being the Slayer. And your mother taught you everything you need know about life. But you won't believe it until you're forced to stand alone."
"But why now? Now that you know where I've been. What I'm dealing with—" Buffy said.
"Now more than ever. The temptation to give up must be powerful. I can't let that happen." Giles said.
"So I won't," Buffy said. "No giving up. You can be here and I can still be strong. I don't have to depend on you or Dawn as much as I have."
"Buffy. I've thought this over. And over. I think it's the right thing." Giles said. "And if you allow me I would even be willing to…"
"First," Buffy stood up, hurt and a tad bit mad. "You're wrong. Second you think of taking my sister from me…" She left the sentence unfinished as she stormed from the training room.
Dawn and Tara stood at the bottom of the stairs as they waited for Willow. "Willow! Get the lead out," Dawn bellowed.
"Coming," Willow called down.
Dawn looked to Tara. "What's does that mean anyway?" she wondered. "Get what lead out of where?"
Tara shrugged. "Cars."
"Oh. For some reason I pictured a pencil," Dawn said. "Willow! You ready?"
Willow appeared at the top of the stairs, a towel wrapped around her body with her hair wrapped up in another towel. "Not so much. You go ahead. Tell Giles to hold up, I'm there in a sec."
"Fine," Tara said.
"Hurry up; you don't want to miss the lowdown on our latest featured creature," Dawn said as Tara nudged her out the door.
Willow waited a moment at the top of the stairs to make sure they were gone. Then she headed toward her bedroom ... With a little magic she was dressed in a blink of an eye and heading downstairs. In the living room she glanced at an old photo of Buffy taken before she had jumped off the tower so that Dawn would not have to. She hoped what she was about to do would ease the pain that Buffy was in. As well as help Dawn to forget the five months when Buffy had been gone and the times the teen had contemplated suicide to be with her sister. And to make Tara forget her uses of magic.
Willow walked over to the bookshelf and pulled back a few books to reveal a Ziploc bag containing dried Lethe's Bramble. She pulled out the Lethe's Bramble and replaced the books. She knelt by the fireplace and pulled out four sprigs of the dried weed and ignited them before tossing them into the fireplace. The Lethe's Bramble smoldered, producing a dense, foul smoke as Willow watched. She then tossed in a fifth sprig for good measure.
"For Buffy, Dawn and Tara this I char, let Lethe's Bramble do its chore. Purge their minds of memories grim, of pains from recent slights and sins ..." Willow chanted as she took a pure white crystal from the breast pocket of her shirt and touched it to the burning herbs. It immediately turned pale gray. "When the fire goes out. When the crystal turns black. The spell will be cast. Tabula rasa. Tabula rasa. Tabula rasa." She then stood as she gave the fire a final look. She put the crystal in her pocket and then headed for the door.
She didn't notice that the bag of Lethe's Bramble, left carelessly near the fireplace, caught fire and burned overpowering her spell.
At the Magic Box Tara, Dawn, Anya and Giles sat around the table waiting for Willow and Xander.
"So what've we got?" Dawn asked gently. She looked at her sister who sat next to the counter. She could see a worried expression on Buffy's face. Something bad had happened since Buffy had left the house that morning. She moved next to her sister and sat down. "Is everything okay?" she whispered to Buffy, who shook her head.
"Sorry?" Giles asked looking confused as he watched Dawn move beside Buffy.
"What kind of oogly-booglys? Lizardy-types, or zombies, or vampires or what?" Dawn asked calmly as she wrapped an arm around Buffy.
"Dawn. There are no oogly-booglys," Giles answered cleaning his glasses as usual.
"Thanks, it's cold out there." Willow said walking into the shop with Xander, wearing his jacket.
"Not a problem. The cold only makes me stronger and more macho-like," Xander said smiling as puffed out his chest. He and Willow leaned up against the table by the cash register.
"I'm glad you're here." Giles said as he stood up. "I have something I really have to tell you all. I know it seems like we've been through this but—"
On the verge of tears, Buffy stood up, stepping out of Dawn's comforting embrace. "Why don't you jump to the chase, Giles? Just tell them that you're—"
But just as Buffy was about to tell them Giles was leaving, the front door banged open and Spike came flying in. The smoke rising from his skin from the sun. He was wearing a brown tweed suit and a hat with the classic ear flaps. He looked towards Buffy, smiling nervously. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Spike?" Giles asked confused.
"Holy moly." Anya said.
"You need to give me asylum." Spike announced.
"I'll say," Xander joked
Spike hopped up on the counter as he took off his hat. "No need to get cute," he hissed taking off his hat. "It's a disguise. Thrift shop number. Happens there's a bloke I'd rather not see just now." He looked at Buffy. "You met him, I believe. The toothy bloke with the baby seal breath?"
As everyone stared at Spike, Willow discreetly pulled the crystal from her pocket and checked it. It had turned black as tar.
"Alright, then. If we've recovered from Spike's sartorial humor ..." Giles said as he sat next to Anya at the table. He looked at Buffy and Dawn, who had stood up with her sister. "I will jump to the chase. I'm heading back to England and I plan on staying. Indefinitely."
"Now? Not now, not right after ... everything." Xander said.
Giles nodded as he sat back down. "Yes, now—"
"For real this time?" Anya asked. "'Cause honest to Pete, a young shopkeeper's heart can only be broken so many times. I mean, not that I want you to—"
Buffy, distraught, moved towards the door as Dawn followed her. Dawn understood the expression she had seen on her sister's face. Giles had told her in private about his leaving. "I—I can't do this. I gotta ... You guys just—"
Willow follow Buffy and Dawn. She put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Buffy," she said. "I ... listen. I know this must be awful for you. And I'm sorry, so sorry, for what we put you—"
Buffy spun on Willow, as she broke down, her pain palpable. "You're sorry. You're all sorry. The only one here who has not been sorry has been Dawn, who's been really supportive."
"Do you know what my sister has been going through?" Dawn spun on Willow, venom laced in her voice causing Willow to back up next to Xander. "She's in pain. There is a reason she turned to me and told me before any of you. Because out of everyone here she …" Suddenly she closed her eyes and crumpled to her knees as everyone else did the same.
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Several hours later after the sun had long set, Patty Halliwell's eyes blinked open. She sat up, stretched and yawned as if she was had just woken from a long nap. Then suddenly she froze: she had no idea where she was. She squinted, trying desperately to remember... anything. Then suddenly memories rushed into her head. Slowly, carefully, she got to her feet. She looked around the room at the sleeping strangers.
Willow was the next to wake. She looked at Xander and jerked back with a little yelp. "Uhh!"
As Willow jerked away from Xander, he woke and yelped. He looked at Willow, and forced a casual smile to cover for the fact he had no idea who she was. "Hey."
"Hey?" Willow said as she smiled back uncomfortably at Xander.
Tara stretched like a satisfied cat after a nap and then opened her eyes. Satisfaction turned to embarrassment and then confusion.
Anya and Giles woke and looked at each other curiously.
"Hello." Giles said.
Spike woke as he fell off the counter and hit the ground. "AAAaaa!"
And with Spike's yell, Dawn woke and looked around terrified, her eyes wide with panic. "Who, who are you guys?" she asked as she jumped to her feet.
Patty moved to Dawn and reached out to her. "Hey, don't worry. I don't know anyone here either," she said trying to comfort the girl .
Dawn shied away, unsure of Patty. Yet she felt something familiar about the woman in front of her, like she knew her. Like the woman in front of her trusted her. "Who are you?" she asked.
Patty was caught off guard, one of the last things she remembered was talking to one of the Angels of Destiny and the Elders, about being reincarnated, and about being able to continue the good fight. She was sure this was the body she had been reincarnated in, but the question was why did she remembered her old life not her astral form. "I—I" she said unsure how to answer.
Suddenly Xander leapt to his feet. "Who are you freaks?" he asked.
"You don't know me?" Willow asked as she remembered waking up in his arms.
Xander shook his head. "I don't have a clue."
"But you just acted all, Hey." Willow said.
Xander nodded. "Yeah, 'cause I thought you were a girl and I'd remember in a second but—"
"I am a girl. I'm ..." Willow said and then she realized that she didn't remember her own name. "Not sure who I am. Exactly. But—"
"Okay ... why was I on the ground? And why are you all staring at me? Is this some kind of psych test? Am I getting paid for this? Is this a bad dream?" Xander said, paranoid as he pinched himself. "Yow, okay, no. Am I in trouble? I didn't do it! And if I did, it was an accident."
"It's not just you," Giles said trying to calm everyone. "Does anyone remember anything?"
Spike shook his head. "Nope."
Patty watched as everyone shook their heads. She thought about it for a moment then shook her head as well. She knew what she did remember should not have been possible outside of being summoned by her daughters. She looked at the others and didn't see Piper, Phoebe or Prue anywhere and knew that they had not summoned her. So the question was, why did she remember being Patty Halliwell.
"Perhaps we all got terribly drunk and we're having some kind of black-out." Giles said as they gathered around the table.
"I don't think I d—drink." Dawn said, trying really hard not to cry.
"I don't see any booze; I don't feel any head bumps; and I don't see Alan Funt." Anya said.
Xander tried hard not to panic as he took a few deep breaths. "Okay ... I'm not panicking, I'm not, I'm not. Stop looking at me like I'm panicking."
"Hey, take it easy, guy. No one's hurt, right? And none of us looked like we're going to kill each other, so we're probably safe. Here. Wherever here is," Patty said as she looked around. She had been in magic shops plenty of times to recognize one. She knew she was in one now. The question was, where was it? Was it in San Francisco or was it somewhere else?
"Look at the things on these shelves: weird jars of weird stuff and weird books with weird covers like…" Willow said picking up a book. "'Magic for beginners'. Oh."
"A magic shop. A real magic shop." Tara said, in awe.
"That's probably it," Patty said as she thought about it. Someone here had to have cast a spell for personal gain and the spell had backfired drastically. "One of us likely cast a spell."
Giles scoffed. "Magic? Magic is all balderdash and chicanery. I'm afraid we don't know a bloody thing. Except I seem to be British, don't I? And a man. With glasses. Well, that narrows it down considerably."
"I don't like this," Dawn whispered to Patty as tears began to form in her eyes.
Patty looked at Dawn as she got a feeling of familiarity and trust. Who was this girl to give her such feelings, even without the memories of her current life? "Listen, it's going to be okay," she said soothingly. "We'll take care of each other, okay?"
Dawn nodded at Patty through her tears.
"Yes, we'll get back our memories and everything will be right as rain." Giles said.
"Oh listen to Mary Poppins! Got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so–" Spike said before realizing he spoke with an accent. "Bloody hell. Sodding blimy shagging knickers bullocks—oh no. I'm English."
"Welcome to the nancy tribe," Giles said.
Spike eyed Giles, a horrible thought creeping in. "You don't suppose ... you and I ... we're not related, are we?"
"There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance." Anya said.
Giles looked at Spike, dismayed. "And you do inspire a particular feeling of familiarity ... and disappointment. Older brother?"
"Well, I'm thinking more like –" Anya said.
"Father!" Spike said, glaring at Giles. "My god how I must hate you."
"What did I do?" Giles asked.
"Oh, there's always something. And what's with the trollop?" Spike said as he indicated Anya.
"Hey!" Anya hissed.
"Her?" Giles asked.
Spike nodded, "I saw you ... sleeping together."
"Resting together!" Giles corrected.
"Look!" Anya said as she showed Giles an engagement ring! "It's okay, we're engaged."
Giles looked at Anya, shyly. "Oh."
Anya smiled at Giles. "It's a lovely ring."
"Great, a tarty step-Mum who's half ol' Daddy's age," Spike said.
"Tarty!" Anya said clearly offended.
"Old! I'm young enough to still get carded—" Giles said.
"Carded! Driver's licenses!" Willow interrupted as they all scramble through their pockets.
Xander pulled his license out of his wallet and held it up. "Look! Me! Alexander Harris. Cute picture. Hey, I exist!"
"I'm Willow Rosenberg. Willow!" Willow said as she looked at her UC Sunnydale student ID. "Funny name."
"I think it's pretty," Tara said as she smiled at Willow.
"What do you got?" Willow asked.
"Tara. And look, I'm a student at UC Sunnydale." Tara said as she looked at her UC Sunnydale student ID.
Willow smiled. "Me too! Maybe we're study buddies."
Dawn looked at Patty with a sigh. "I don't have a wallet."
"Don't worry, me neither. But here..." Patty said as she touched a nameplate necklace hanging around Dawn's neck. "You're Dawn."
Dawn looked at the necklace. "Or Umad," she said reading it upside down. She and Patty smiled at each other.
Patty nodded in realization why Dawn seemed so familiar and why there was likely the feeling of trust. She was sure Dawn was her sister, her younger sister.
Giles went through his billfold and pulled out his license. "I'm called, let's see, Rupert Giles."
"Rupert." Anya said, swoony.
Spike smirked, "Rupert."
"You're not too old to take over my knee ... Son. What did I call you anyway?" Giles said.
Spike patted his back pocket, no wallet. Nothing in his coat pocket either. Then he notice a tailor's label inside the coat. "Made with care for Randy," he said as he looked at Giles, aghast. "Randy Giles?! Why didn't you just name me Horny Giles or Desperate-for-a-shag Giles? I knew there was a reason I hated you!"
"Randy's a family name. Undoubtedly." Giles said.
"I've got a name on my jacket too," Willow said as she reads the embroidery over her heart. "Harris."
"Harris? That's my last name. Hey, maybe I have a brother and you go out with him." Xander said. "... or, maybe you go out with me."
"We did wake up all snuggly wuggly. I guess maybe you're my boyfriend." Willow said.
"Either that or I have one pissed off brother out there somewhere." Xander said as he and Willow smiled at each other.
"I'm Anya!" Anya said by the front door, testing a key on the interior lock. "My key fits the lock and I found some forms by the register that said Rupert and Anya own the shop together. That's me. Anya Shop-owner."
"This is our magic shop?" Giles said glancing about. "Well, that's ... very progressive of me. You know it truly is a small mind that fails to acknowledge the, um, alternatives to our rational, scientific understanding of the universe. Oh look! Fancy herbs!"
"So you don't have a name?" Dawn asked Patty.
"Of course I do," Patty said. She wasn't sure how to answer Dawn's question. "I just don't happen to know it."
"You want me to name you?" Dawn asked.
"That's sweet, but I think I can name myself. I'll name me … Patty." Patty said deciding to use the name she remembered.
"Ug!" Dawn said.
"What? You don't like my name?" Patty asked.
"It's just so ... blah. Patty?" Dawn said.
"I like it, dear sister," Patty said.
"Sister?" Dawn said in surprise..
"Without proof, we don't know for sure, of course," Patty admitted. "But I get this feeling of familiarity and trust when I look at you. I am almost positive even without the proof that you are my sister."
Dawn nodded. "I got that feeling to," she admitted as she wrapped her arms around Patty, who returned the embrace.
"You never showed me affection like that. I'd wager." Spike said to Giles.
"We've got to figure out what's going on. We need to get help," Patty said. She was tempted to call Prue, Piper and Phoebe for help but they didn't know she had been reincarnated. And without access to a Whitelighter, she couldn't get help from the Elders either.
"Looks like Patty fancies herself the boss." Spike said.
"We've got a teenager, and we have no idea what's wrong with us," Patty said. "I think a hospital is our best bet."
"Alright then, let's head out." Giles said as they headed for the door.
"Any suggestions on how we get there?" Dawn asked.
"Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic mid-life crisis transport: something red, sporty, shaped like a penis." Spike said.
As Patty opened the front door she found two vampires that worked for the demon Spike and Buffy had met the night standing at the door. The snarled and charged! She heard everyone behind her scream as she instinctively flicked her wrist freezing time.
"What happened?" Dawn asked looking around.
"That's my question," Tara said as she blinked in shock.
Patty looked back and forth between the group and the vampires. She knew in her astral form, she would have her powers when the girls summoned her. But how could she have had her powers in this body? Was she a witch in this lifetime with a power similar to hers? "I don't know exactly what is going on," she said looking at Dawn and Tara. "As far as I know I shouldn't have my powers, not in this body." She looked at Dawn. "But since I do I can attest now that there is a good chance you and I are indeed sisters."
"Why?" Tara asked.
"Two things, one Dawn and I both have feelings of familiarity and trust," Patty said. "Two because only good witches do not freeze. Couple that with what we both feel then Dawn is my sister."
"Why am I not…" Tara said as waved her hand around at the others.
"Because like me and Dawn you must be a good witch as well," Patty answered. "It's possible you could even be related to us."
"So you have your memories?" Dawn asked.
Patty sighed as she looked at Dawn. "Not the memories I should have. I was reincarnated after I died in 1978. I am fairly certain this body is who I was reincarnated as. The only time I am supposed to be able to remember my previous life is when my daughters summoned me and I would appear to them in an astral form they would recognize."
"So that's why you called yourself, Patty?" Tara asked. "Because that's what you were called in your previous life?"
"Yes. I'm going to unfreeze the room. You both need to pretend that no one else froze. Okay?" Patty said.
"Why?" Dawn asked.
"Because it risks exposure," Patty explained. "We can't risk exposing that we're real witches."
"Because of things like the Salem witch trials?" Dawn asked as Patty nodded. "Okay."
"Yeah that would be bad," Tara agreed.
Patty turned back towards the door as she unfroze everyone.
"Slayer!" the first vampire said as Patty slammed the door shut.
"Did you see what I—" Patty said playing the innocence card. Of course she knew they were vampires, of the Nosferatu variety which were a possessor demon unlike their cousins the Vampirus who were more of a hive variety. It had been why she had reacted on instinct and froze everything. She wondered about the word Slayer. She remembered reading something in the Book of Shadows about Slayers, but couldn't remember what.
"Vampires!" Spike said as they crouched down behind the door.
"Maybe it's Halloween." Tara suggested looking at Patty and Dawn.
Dawn shook her head as she looked at Patty. "Doesn't feel like Halloween," she said.
"Even if it is, those were definitely not kids and they were definitely not wearing costumes. Randy's right. We got vampires!" Xander said as the vampires in question banged on the door. "And I don't think they're knockin' for candy."
"Doors! We should check for other doors, make sure they're locked and then put big heavy things in front of them! Come on!" Willow said as she grabbed Xander and disappeared into the back of the shop.
"Monsters are real ... Did we know this?" Patty said, keeping the fact she knows they are real a secret. The first thing her mother, Penny, had drilled into her was to keep the family secret.
"I don't know. We n—need our memories back! We have to get to the hospital!" Tara said.
Giles nodded. "Speaking as the proprietor of a Magic Shop, I propose we fight back. We can use things here in the shop, magic ... tricks or whatever they call—"
The first vampire slammed against the front window as the second one continued to bang on the front door. "Send out Spike!" the first said.
"They seem to want spikes." Giles said.
"Oh, I saw some ..." Spike said as he scooted over to Giles' desk and grabbed a handful of stakes among the clutter. "Here. Let's give 'em these."
"Wait. What are they going to do—" Dawn said looking at Patty.
"Slayer! Come out and play!" the second vampire said.
"Slay her! That's just what they said before. They're going to use those spikes—" Tara said.
Patty thought for a moment as she tried to remember the passage in the Book of Shadows that talks about the Slayer. "To kill a girl," she said as Spike put the stakes in his jacket pocket.
"You guys!" Willow said as she and Xander come running back, breathless. "There's a trapdoor in the basement, seems to lead to the sewer."
"Let's go," Anya said as they headed for the basement. Just then the first vampire bust through the front window.
The first vampire strode around them, blocking their exit. Scared everyone except Patty scurried into the front corner as she followed them at a more sedate pace keeping herself between the vampire, the innocents, Tara and her sister.
The second vampire then broke through the front door.
Xander got down on his knees. "Now I'm not sure what I am, so bear with me here, okay? Um, Now I lay me down to sleep... Shema Israel...uh, Ohm, Ohm."
The first vampire started to break various items in the shop as the second vampire got up in Spike's face.
The second vampire pushed Spike against the wall. "You owe us!" he said as Spike grabbed the stakes in his pocket and tossed them at the vampire's feet.
"Fine! Take the damn spikes!" Spike said.
The second vampire snarled as the stakes clattered to the ground. He took a step closer to Spike. "Don't be stupid."
The first vampire grabbed for Patty who instinctively froze the room once again. "Stupid vampires."
"Patty?" Dawn asked as she moved beside her sister. For some reason she had a desire to put an arm around Patty as if in comfort.
Patty looked at Dawn and smiled. "I'm fine. I just need to unfreeze the room," she said and with a flick of her wrist she unfroze the room.
"I said, you owe us!" the second vampire said to Spike.
"Who, me?" Spike asked.
The second vampire nodded. "You got the boss's kittens!"
"Kittens?" Spike asked confused.
The second vampire lunged at Spike!
Patty instinctively kicked the first vampire in the groin as she grabbed a stake and thrust it into the second vampire's heart.
"Whoa!" Dawn said as the second vampire dusted and then smiled. "Way to go, Patty!"
"What did you just do?" Willow asked, amazed.
Patty looked at the stake unsure herself. vampires were stronger than humans. She shouldn't have been able to stake one that easily without using her powers to freeze it first. "I don't know."
The first vampire jumped out the broken window. "The boss isn't going to like this. I'll be back and I won't be alone."
Spike went to the front of the shop and pulled a metal security gate across the entrance.
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Later four vampires, including the first vampire and the demon surround the outside of the magic shop. "The boys want to taste blood Boss," the first vampire said. "They want to break down the door."
"The boys are barbarians. There's no need for that. The humans will turn on him soon enough. And if not ..." the demon said as he lit a cigarette. "We'll burn the place to the ground."
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Inside Patty peered out the barred window, looking at the gang of vampires. She turned around to face the others. "Okay, I've got a plan."
"All ears." Xander said.
"They seem to want Randy," Patty said. "And I'm strong. So, while you all go through the sewer and find the hospital, Randy and I'll take the monsters for a run."
"That's your plan?" Spike asked.
Patty nodded. "Yes."
"Right." Spike said.
"I'm not leaving the shop. I need to protect the cash register and ... do spells." Anya said.
"Perhaps magic can help us. It's worth a shot," Giles said.
Patty rolled her eyes; very few non-gifted witches could actually successfully cast a spell she knew. Unless of course they were progenitors. She knew there were no other powered witches other than herself, Tara and Dawn. She was unsure though if there were any progenitors, since being progenitors froze like everyone else. "Alright. You two work on that then. We gotta go. Ready Randy?"
Spike nodded. "Ready Patty," he said as he and Patty headed for the door.
"Son?" Giles said.
"Patty?" Dawn said as Patty and Spike turned towards her and Giles.
"Come here please." Giles said to Spike. Spike walked over to him and is pulled into an embrace.
"Right." Spike said to Giles.
Patty walked over to Dawn and smiled. "It'll be alright. I promise."
"Good then." Giles said.
Dawn hugged Patty and then nodded. "Okay. But be careful anyways."
Hastily, embarrassed by this outpouring of emotion, Giles and Spike push each other away.
"I promise," Patty said as she took a step back from her sister.
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Patty and Spike threw open the door and ran right through the pack of vampires who gave chase. Within a few seconds, the vampires were upon them.
"Randy!" Buffy said as one of the vampires grabbed Spike.
Spike threw a punch at the vampire as he morphed his face into his vampiric visage. The Vampire went flying as he turned to Patty. "Hey! I'm a superhero?"
Patty frowned as she caught sight of Spike's vampiric visage. She would worry about that later, right now she had to lure the other vampires away from the others and her sister. She took off at a run.
"Patty! Where ya goin'?" Spike called out as he chased after her. "Hey Patty, wait up!" He tried desperately to catch up with Patty as they ran into a residential neighborhood. "Wait up!" He caught up with her and grabbed, spinning her around to face him.
Instinctively and smoothly, Patty used her momentum to flip Spike backwards, launching herself forward onto him at the same time and pinning him to the ground.
"Bloody hell! What're you doing?" Spike said.
"You don't know who you are." Patty said.
"Right. None of us do. And we're being chased by the fiendy—" Spike said.
"You're a Nosferatu." Patty said.
"Nosferatu?" Spike said.
"Vampire," Patty supplied. "There are two varieties. Nosferatu and Vampirus. You and they are Nosferatu."
"How could you ..." Spike said. "I ... me a vampire ... Nah ..."
"Check the forehead ... and the teeth." Patty said as she sat back.
Spike reached up, feeling the bumpy ridges of his face like a blind man. He then ran his tongue over his fangs. Then he put his fingers to his throat: no pulse.
"I kill your kind." Patty said. He was a Nosferatu vampire after all which made him a demon inhabiting a corpse. And in her previous life she had vanquished both Vampirus and Nosferatu or two.
"And I bite yours." Spike said as he looked at her and his ferocious expression melts. "So why don't I want to bite you? And why am I fighting other vampires? I must be a noble vampire. A good guy. On a mission of redemption. I help the hopeless. I'm a vampire with a soul!"
"Oh my god," Patty said as that was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard, "a vampire with a soul?! How lame is that?" She got up letting Spike up.
"I'm a hero, really. I mean, to be cast such an ugly lot but then to rise above it, to seek better, nobler things. It's inspiring, in'it?" Spike said as he looked at Patty who watched him, expressionless. "And the two of us! Natural enemies thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness! Utter trust! No thought of me biting you. No thought of you staking me ..."
"Kinda depends on how long you keep on talking—" Patty said as she heard the demons approaching. She turned to see the four vampires followed by the demon.
"You know what you're doing?" Spike asked.
Patty nodded. "Yes."
"Why if it isn't Mr. Spike and the Slayer," the demon said. "It seems there was some miscommunication between us. Somehow you've killed three of my vampires."
Patty finally remembered what was written in the Book of Shadows. The Slayer was generally a mortal chosen by the Powers that Be, a neutral group–neither good nor evil, to fight the forces of darkness alone. While her family had been gifted with magic to do the same, the Slayer she remembered had been gifted with strength and agility to do the same without needing magic. Which meant her current lifetime had not been a witch. So why was it she had her powers and why was it Dawn didn't freeze? If she wasn't a witch in this lifetime that meant her sister more than likely wouldn't be either.
"Hey, so no big deal, they're a dime a dozen. But you know? You still haven't paid me my kittens. And that's okay too," the demon said. "Because you'll pay me now. At 'em, boys!"
And the vampires attacked!
Two jump Spike while the other two took on Patty
Patty dealt out a couple blows before getting socked in the jaw. She kicked them away as she broke off a nearby mailbox and dusts a vamp with the mailbox post.
Spike head butt another vampire, who collapsed. He pulled pulls a stake from his jacket and drove it into the vampires heart.
Patty kicked another vampire who staggered back towards Spike. Spike hit the vampire and he ricocheted back towards her. She drove a stake through the vampire's heart.
Suddenly Patty froze as memories surged forth from the back of her mind.
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Buffy Summers blinked as she began to remember who she was, her mother's death, heaven, hell on earth. She stood there frozen with the conflicting memories playing at her, the ones from Buffy Summers and the ones from Patty Halliwell. She remembered both lives now and if she tested it, she was sure she would have Patty's powers as well.
The first vampire kicked Buffy in the face sending her sprawling back onto the pavement. She tried to sit up but the memories overwhelm her, making her dizzy and sick.
"Buffy ..." Spike said as he remembered who he is and looked over at Buffy. "Buff—" Empowered by fury, he grabbed the vampires by their scalps and crushed their skulls together. They crumple to the pavement as he staked them. "From dust ... To dust."
"You're an odd duck, Mr. Spike ..." the demon said as Spike whirled to face him. "Fighting your own kind. Palling around with a Slayer. And, whoa, that suit! Chutzpah must be your middle name."
Spike walked towards the demon, slowly, purposefully.
The demon looked around and noted he was alone, that all his vampires were dust. "Uh, hey, look... About our little debt problem ... It's okay. I don't need the kittens."
Spike grabbed the demon by the collar. "You'll get paid. I'm no welsher," he said as he released the demon.
The demon smiled. "Right, sure. You're good for it. I know that. So, I'll just, uh ... Yeah." He backed away from Spike and then hurried off into the night.
Spike walked over to Buffy and offered to help her up from where she still lay on the ground. "You alright?"
Buffy ignored the hand and stood up. She slowly walked away, leaving Spike alone.
September 29, 2001 – Saturday
Dawn strolled into the airport. After a quick check with Anya she had found that Giles was flying out today. She strolled toward the man where he sat waiting for his flight. "Don't come back, ever," she snarled as she stopped in front of Giles.
"Dawn?" Giles said looking around for any of the others. "How did…?"
"You know what she's been going through," Dawn said venom laced in her voice. "And your solution is to run away. This is hurting her. And if you are going to hurt my sister, then don't come back, ever. Don't call, don't write, nothing!"
Dawn stepped through the front door to find Buffy waiting for her.
"Where did you go?" Buffy asked.
"To give someone a piece of my mind," Dawn answered as she smiled at Buffy. "So, I'm curious. Do you still have …?"
Buffy shrugged. "I haven't tried. I remember Patty's life so I know how to control the power. I've just have been kind of scared on what it all means if I tried to use it."
"Then try it." Dawn said.
Buffy nodded as they heard Willow come down the stairs. She flicked her wrist and froze the room. The footsteps on the stairs suddenly stopped. They look up and saw Willow was frozen.
"I guess that's a yes, Buffy," Dawn said.
"I guess it is," Buffy said as she remembered that Patty too had frozen Willow. She wondered why Willow would freeze at all since Willow was a good witch. "I wonder why Willow is frozen though."
"Why?" Dawn asked.
"Good witches don't freeze, remember?" Buffy said and then realization crossed her mind as a bit of Patty's memories came to her mind. "She could be a progenitor."
"Progenitor?" Dawn asked.
"According to Patty's memories," Buffy said as she saw Dawn looking at her in surprise. "Yeah I'm slowly remembering her entire life. Anyways according to her memories a progenitor is a witch who is the beginnings of a new magical line. It would explain how she can be a witch and still be frozen."
"So why am I not frozen?" Dawn asked.
"Remember the monks made you out of me. Right?" Buffy said as Dawn nodded. "That means they had to use some of my blood and there is something in the blood that makes me a witch. Which means you likely have powers too. You just don't know how to access them yet. We'll find out though. I'll train you."
"You're going to train me?" Dawn asked in surprise.
"As I remember, yeah," Buffy said as she smiled at her sister. "And that is for multiple reasons, Dawnie. One because of how supportive you've been since I told you what our friends did. But also because as a witch with possibly an active power…"
Dawn nodded as she hugged her sister. "So are Patty's memories helping you with...?" she tapped the side of her head.
"Yeah, their helping put everything in a new light," Buffy said. "When Patty died, she was offered the choice of going to heaven or being reincarnated and continuing the fight against evil. She chose to be reincarnated. Knowing that she chose to be reincarnated as me has brought into perspective everything about my life, including things I had dismissed till now. Patty believed there was a reason for everything, which means there is a reason for my dying, her memories and powers, all of it."
"You might be right," Dawn agreed as she wrapped her arms around her big sister. She waved toward Willow. "Maybe you should."
"Right," Buffy said as she flicked a wrist and everything unfroze and seconds later Willow joined them in the living room. They could see she had been crying. After Willow's spell the day before, Tara had moved out having broken up with the redhead. "How are you doing, Will?"