Author: Kain

Title: BuffyDoppled

Disclaimer: Aside from a few Original Character's I created I own nothing. The character's of Buffy, Angel, and any other show that happens to be unfortunate enough to be used here belong to other people as well.

Spoilers: Anything and Everything is fair game.

Summary: Anya's spell to retrieve her necklace goes a little further awry then originally.

Pairings: B/A(to start), B/F, B/S(eventually), plus the usual other couples.

Rating: PG-13. As always content is of a mature, if somewhat childish, nature. Language, Sex, Violence.

Feedback: Is always appreciated. Just try to keep it constructive.

Email: Kain6639@yahoo.com

Archive: If you like it that much, sure. Just be sure to let me know where it's going, and give me the credit, good or bad, for my work.

Chapter One: Just What I Do

Willow could feel the spells power surging all around her as it warps time and space, folding it to the caster's will. Her hand jerks spasmodically as she sees strange visions of twisted version of the real world. The powder, Anya and her, are trying to pour over the plate with the image of Anya's lost necklace land instead on Willow's hand and the small silver bracelet she had borrowed from Buffy the other night. Suddenly the visions stop, her eye snap open wide with a look of shock and dismay spread across her face.

"That was... W-w-what was that?" She stammers as she slowly rises to her feet.

Anya still kneels on the floor feeling through the sand for her necklace, "Oh, it's not here," she whines harshly pounding her hand on the tiled floor in frustration.

"Okay, that's a little blacker than I like my arts," the redhead says a moment later after she regains a little bit of her composure.

"Oh, don't be such a wimp," Anya responds exasperated by yet another setback.

"That, that-that wasn't just some temporal fold, that was some weird Hell place. I-I don't think you're telling me everything," she says very uneasy with Anya at the moment.

"I swear, I am just trying to find my necklace."

"Well, did you try looking inside the sofa in Hell?" She questions the other girl indignantly.

Anya smiles sweetly at Willow, "Look, we'll just try it again, and..."

Willow steps back quickly, "No! I-I think emphatically not!"

"I can't do it by myself!" She yells angrily at Willow.

Willow quickly moves around the room gathering her things, "That's a relief. I'm outta here."

"Fine! Go!" She yells at Willow before murmuring, "idiot child."

Willow reaches down grabbing her chicken feet, "I believe these chicken feet are mine," she says haughtily before going on in a calmer tone. "Look, m-magic is dangerous, Anya, i-it's, it's not to be toyed with. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone else's homework to do," she finishes before leaving the room.

Willow looks around the empty factory baffled by what's happened. An instant ago it had been full. Full of humans, full of vampires. The slayer had been here. There had been fighting. Fear had filled the air. It had been thrilling. Only now it was gone. "What the..."

A powerful fist slams into her chin knocking her to the floor. "Not so much fun when it's just you?" Buffy quips hitting her again, again, again, and again.

Willow shoves the slayer off her springing to her feet. This wasn't something she was ready for. Not without an entire clan of vampires at her back. Trying to take a slayer one on one was a hobby for the wackos like Spike.

Jumping away Willow bounds across the factory in one smooth leap. "Fuck," Buffy curses hopping back up as Willow crashes out a window. Running after her Buffy leaps out the window into the night.

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Just What I Do - Trick Pony

Jesse James was an outlaw man
He was always breakin' the law
Six guns firing from both his hands
Fastest you ever saw
Did he do it for the money
Or was it for the fame
Finally somebody asked him
Jesse, why you wanna rob them trains
And Jessie said

It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'
It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'
I'm the meanest hombre you ever saw
'Cause lately I ain't gettin' no lovin' at all
It's just what I do
It's just what I do

Well Orville Wright
Set his sights
High up in the air
Him and Wilbur worked day and night
He didn't seem to care
Well the town folk said if you were meant to fly
God would have given you wings
What makes you want to spend all of your time
Building that flying machine
And Orville said

It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'
It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'
I'm the first flight boy you ever saw
'Cause lately I ain't gettin' no lovin' at all
It's just what I do
It's just what I do
Ooh yeah

Well Picasso painted them pictures
There was beauty in every stroke
When asked about his motivation
He said, I think it's about time you should know
It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'
It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'
I'm the workinest painter that you ever saw
'Cause lately I ain't gettin' no lovin' at all
It's just what I do
It's just what I do
It's just what I do
It's just what I do when I can't get no lovin'