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Turning Back The Years
Buffy walked through the streets of Sunnydale, stake in hand, prepared for the worst. Once The First had sent the Turuk-Han vampires after her and the other potential slayers, she and the rest of her friends had been on their guard. She actually shivered when she thought of those vampires. They were pure evil, not tainted by human features or desires. They were the originals. Nothing could harm them - well, except sunlight and beheading. Buffy had found that out recently in a fight to the death which she, Xander and Willow had staged to show the potentials and everyone else that she was a true leader. That they had nothing to fear while in her company. She silently laughed at that thought.
She suddenly acknowledged someone walking behind her. A feeling she couldn't describe ran through her. It confused her. What did she feel for this man who now walked beside her? After all that had happened last year? After their past of hating each other, could she possibly be feeling love for him? He had suffered torture when he had been kidnapped by the First Evil. It had tried to make him kill her. After Buffy had rescued him, they'd reformed a friendship. And yes, if she only admitted it to herself, feelings were resurfacing slowly. She knew he felt it too.
"Hello Spike," she said softly.
"Hi," he replied. There was an awkward silence. "So, anything happening?" he asked, glancing around.
"Nothing so far," she said. "At least, no Turuk-whatever's. What is it with evil having long complicated names anyway? Like I'm supposed to remember everything!"
Spike smiled at this. "It is quiet," he commented. "A little too quiet if you ask me."
"Willow says The First's in remission for a while. I think pissed off is a better term to use."
"Don't get too cocky pet," he said warningly. "We've got a long way to go before we beat this thing."
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "You never used to be so - I don't know. Overprotective." Then she smiled. "I am glad to see you though."
he stopped walking and turned to stare at her. "Really?"
her eyes widened. "I didn't mean that. It just slipped out!"
Spike narrowed his eyes. "Why do you do that slayer?"
"Do what? We were just talking Spike," she exclaimed.
"Why do you always deny everything?" he continued as if not hearing her.
"We were just talking Spike. That's all. It doesn't mean anything," she answered him heatedly.
As Spike and Buffy walked, something seemed to change. It got slightly colder and there was a flash of white/blue light all around them. But the sky was clear. This all happened in the blink of an eye, and the pair were in such a heated debate that they didn't notice.
"Hold on sugar," said Spike, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"What?" she asked, shaking his hand off sulkily. "And I'm not your sugar!"
"Something's different," he stated.
Buffy glanced around and shrugged. "Same old, same old. I don't know what you're talking about," she glanced at him. "Can't you feel it in the air? Something's - wrong."
Buffy looked around more slowly. "The sky was clear. Now it's overcast and…" for some reason she glanced at her watch. "It's stopped! I only just bought this!" A paper blew by them in a slight breeze.
Spike bent down to pick it up. "Uh-oh," he muttered.
"What? What uh-oh? You're not allowed to say stuff like that on the Hellmouth Spike!"
He met her eyes grimly. "Check out the date."
Buffy did so and then she groaned. "Great. Just perfect. The date says 1999! How can we be four years in the past? Are we in the Back To The Future trilogy now?"