AN: OK, so here's the next chapter of my story... It's very different from the others, I just hope you still like it... I've had such bad writers block and this is the only thing I could think of... if you like It please review, if not, then please don't... anyway, I'm quite nervous about posting this, because the last thing I wanna do is scare off all my readers, but hopefully you'll like it... by the way, Phoebe has and will always have a British accent that she picked up from Spike and Giles... PLEASE REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything to do with Buffy the Vampire Slayer...
Life of the Slayer: Hellmouth Horrors
By Secret Slayer
Phoebe Learns to Time Travel
Angel swallowed hard, "Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't get killed or hurt."
"Is this you giving your blessing? Because I wasn't..."
"I know you don't care whether you get it or not," Angel quickly interrupted, "But it's important that I know she's not making a huge mistake."
"Well she's not," Spike replied.
"Make sure it stays that way."
With that Angel turned and walked away, leaving those six words resounding in Spike's head as he made his way back to the slayer and their daughter...
One month later...
Wolfram and Hart was unusually quiet. Angel had been sitting in his office all day and hadn't gotten a single phone call, memo or annoying visit from his bubbly blonde secretary, Harmony. Something must have been wrong.
He picked up the phone and dialled the science department's number.
"Hello, this is Winifred Burkle, head of the-"
"Fred, something's wrong," Angel announced.
Fred frowned, taking off her glasses and perching on the edge of her desk, "Why? I mean, what do you mean?"
"It's been too quiet lately," he explained, "I need you and Wesley to do some research and find out whether there's an apocalypse due..."
"This isn't about Spike and Buffy again is it? Because we've all ready done all the research we can and there's nothing to suggest-"
"It's not about them," Angel intervened, "I can just sense something."
"OK, I'll look into it."
If Spike hadn't have removed his arm from Buffy's waist, she probably would have never woken up. Sadly however, the loss of his cool touch, which she could feel even through her pyjama top, woke her.
"I think we need to wake up now," Buffy said lazily, rolling onto her back.
Spike groaned, glancing over Buffy at the alarm clock. The big red numbers glared back at him, definitely confirming the fact they should wake up now.
"I don't want to," he replied, also rolling onto his back.
Buffy stretched her arms out in front of her, but then something dawned on her.
"It's 10:30," Buffy suddenly said, "Why hasn't Phoebe woken us up yet?"
It was morning tradition that Phoebe woke them up by eight o'clock. She would come galloping in, cuddly bunny in hand, pounce on the bed and jump up and down until both parents were successfully awake.
"I'll go and check on her," Spike said, stepping out of bed and slipping on his black jeans.
The vampire walked out onto the landing and headed for the door at the end of the hall. You could tell that it was a a little girl's room now and not Buffy's old bedroom because of the pink butterflies they'd stencilled onto it. There was also a plaque with Phoebe's name on it.
Before Spike even opened the door, he could tell by the sniffles and heavy breathing, that Phoebe was awake and obviously not feeling very well.
"You all right, pet?" he asked softly as he walked into the room.
Phoebe's bottom lip quivered and she shook her head, "No."
"What's wrong?" Spike asked, sitting on the end of her bed, trying to avoid the mountain of cuddly creatures.
Phoebe crawled out of the covers and shifted closer to Spike, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly.
As much as Spike loved his daughter, he was very grateful for not needing to breathe, because otherwise he probably would have kept her at arms length.
"I don't feel well," she mumbled, burying her head into Spike's chest.
Her skin was hot and clammy and felt like fire against his own. He could hear the heavy pounding of her heart and sense her blood throbbing through her veins in overdrive as her immune system tried to fight off what ever bug she had.
Phoebe was rarely ill because of the strong immune system she had inherited from her parents, which meant it took something nasty to work it's way into her. It was unlikely she'd ever be ill for long, or need the attention of a proper doctor, but that didn't stop the worry from flooding through Spike.
There was a light knock at the door, and Buffy entered the room. She could tell immediately that Phoebe was ill and did the first thing she could think of.
"I'll call Giles," she said, "He might have some herbal thing-y she can have."
Wolfram and Hart...
The gang were all waiting patiently for Wesley to have his eureka moment. After looking through eighteen scrolls, ten books and making several phone calls to different covens, the much awaited moment happened when Wesley stumbled across a small leather bound journal.
"Eureka!" Wesley exclaimed.
"About time," Gunn commented.
"What did you find?" Angel asked enthusiastically.
Wesley looked at the vampire, "Well, I believe you may have been right," he began, "According to these calculations, all this quiet energy is indeed the lead up to something very powerful."
"I knew it!" Angel blurted out proudly.
Wesley continued, "It appears that some sort of outburst of magical energy will cause a tear in the fabric of time. It's all written here."
"Well that doesn't sound good," Gunn said from the doorway.
Wesley nodded thoughtfully; Angel, Fred, and Gunn waiting on his every word.
"I'd normally agree," Wesley added, "But there doesn't appear to be any damaging consequences and it seems it would only be temporary. It's fascinating."
"We should call Buffy," Angel announced, "I think it's important she's clued in on this."
Sunnydale, year 2017...
Buffy walked up the stairs, just after talking to Giles and Angel on the phone. She had a strange sense of deja vu, but shook it off, continuing to walk to her teenage daughter's bedroom. She frowned when she noticed the absence of Spike. He was with Phoebe before she went to talk to Giles. He must have gone to get breakfast or something.
"I feel really ill," Phoebe groaned, sniffing for what felt like the thousandth time.
Buffy looked at her daughter sympathetically. She'd only ever been this poorly once before, and that was thirteen years ago.
"Just try not to use any of your powers. We don't have any idea what would happen if they went all wonky."
There was a gentle tap at Phoebe's bedroom door, "Can I come in?"
"Sure, Will," Buffy answered, smiling softly at her friend as she walked in, spell book in hand.
"I did some research," Willow told them, perching herself on the end of Phoebe's bed, "And I think you've just caught the average cold."
"But I have a super immune system," Phoebe said, shortly before sneezing, "So why isn't it working?" she added grumpily.
"It's just one of those things," Willow answered, handing Phoebe another tissue, "You should be back to yourself in no time."
"This means I'm gonna miss some serious training sessions, doesn't it?" she asked, looking at her mother with a defeated sigh.
"Well, your dad's not going anywhere. Trust me," Buffy said, "So I wouldn't worry too much."
Phoebe slouched further back in bed, pulling her duvet up to her chin, "I just wanna be well enough for Dawn's big birthday next week."
Buffy nodded, "It's weird seeing my younger sister look older than me," she mused.
"Well that's what happens when you and a certain vampire do weird claiming things," Willow pointed out.
Buffy smiled sheepishly, "We didn't mean to. It just kinda happened."
"I think it's romantic," Phoebe sniffled, before scrunching her nose, "In a gross blood sharing kind of way."
Buffy shrugged, "At least I'll always look older than my daughter."
"Only by two years though," Phoebe reminded her, "My immortality kicks in when I'm twenty one."
"I remember when you were all small and tiny," Willow said, staring off into the distance.
Phoebe smiled at her aunt, but quickly frowned when she felt an odd tingling sensation in her body. She shifted in bed, but the feeling wouldn't go.
"Um... mum," she said uneasily, "I think something's wrong."
Buffy frowned, "What do you-"
"Oh no," Phoebe groaned.
Phoebe sneezed and simultaneously, the room flashed a blinding white light. After the light was gone, Buffy cautiously opened her eyes, and was shocked at the sight before her. In the place of her seventeen year old daughter, a four year old blonde sat, staring back at her with bright blue eyes.
"What are you looking at mummy?"
Present day (2004)...
Phoebe opened her eyes and frowned when she saw her dad sitting on the end of her bed.
"Where did you come from?" they both asked at the same time.
"Who are you?" Spike asked, standing from the bed.
Phoebe narrowed her eyes at him, "What are you talking about?"
"Where's Phoebe?" he growled.
"Oh no," she sighed.
She'd obviously accidentally used her powers when she sneezed, which meant she'd not only teleported places, but she'd teleported through time. If there wasn't more serious things to worry about, she would have found the whole thing very cool.
"Dad, it's me," she said cautiously, realising at the same time that her cold had miraculously vanished, "I'm Phoebe."
Spike raised an eyebrow at the young woman in front of him. She was slightly taller than Buffy, with deep blue eyes, long golden hair and cheekbones that made her face seem elegant and pretty. Spike was hit by a sense of familiarity and realised that this definitely was his daughter.
"I think we have a problem," Spike stated.
You have no idea, Phoebe thought.
To Be Continued...
AN: OK, so there it was... I hope it wasn't a complete disaster. I would really appreciate some positive reviews, but please don't leave any harsh ones... I wanted to have an older Phoebe in this story because I think it would be good to see how Spike and Buffy deal with their own rebellious teen... and will Phoebe ruin the future by changing the past... even if she doesn't mean to... PLEASE REVIEW!