DISCLAIMER: All of the characters, settings, and anything else from Buffyverse all belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and maybe a lot of other people. But not me! This story is written strictly for my own amusement.

A/N: Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've posted anything here but I'm happy to say I'm back and with a brand new story! But despite my history of writing extremely long fanfics, this will be a short one! (And yet, it still amazingly took forever to write…)

So I had this idea brewing for a while and finally decided to write it out. I always wanted to know more about the Buffy from the Wishverse and how she came to be the way she is, and I wondered what would happen if the two Buffys met. And personally, I would have loved more than two seconds of interaction between the Wishverse Buffy and Angel. I also thought it would be fun if there were two Angels hanging around Sunnydale…because hey, two Angels are certainly better than one, right? ;)

Also, since we will have TWO Buffys and TWO Angels, I will sometimes refer to the alternate Buffy as Cleveland Buffy and the alternate Angel as Wishverse Angel to limit any confusion as to who is who. Unless they are in a scene by themselves, which they will then just be referred to as Buffy and Angel. I think it should be obvious which Buffy and Angel I'm referring to though.

Now, enough of me rambling on…Enjoy! :)

"It's times like these I wish there were two of me!" Buffy said as she fought off three vampires at once. Fighting one was easy. Fighting two was a bit more difficult, but manageable. Three was pushing it.

"I've got him!" Angel said, rushing over to Buffy's aid. He dusted vampire number three as Buffy finished off the other two.

"Thanks." Buffy brushed the dust from her shirt and glanced around the cemetery. "I think that's all of them. Let's patrol around the school." Buffy led the way, leading them out of the graveyard.

"So, what's the matter?" Angel asked a few moments later.


"Before those guys back there interrupted us, I was asking what was bothering you."

"Oh, right. I sort of had a fight with Willow earlier."

"You and Willow had a fight?"

"More like a spat, really. I made a comment about how reliable she was, and she took it the wrong way. Then she avoided me for the rest of the day.I don't know what's up with her lately."

"Maybe she's just having a bad day."

Buffy paused, turning to face Angel. "You're right. You're absolutely right. Something's obviously bothering Willow, and here I am, her best friend, clueless about it all. I should go talk to her."

"Where would Willow be now?"

"It's a school night. She's probably doing her homework at the library."

"I really appreciate you helping me with this," Anya said as Willow led her into the library.

"Oh it's no problem. I love magic! So, is there anything else we need for the spell?"

Anya suddenly hesitated. "Maybe we shouldn't do this here."

"Why not?"

"Is the, um, librarian here? Giles?"

Willow peered into his office. "No, I think he went home to get something. He was here a little while ago. Oh but he won't mind. He's okay with spells and stuff. Most of the time anyway."

Anya took a few moments to set things up. She put a plate with a necklace painted on it, some candles, and a few other items on the floor between them. "Did you bring the chicken feet?"

"Two chicken feet," Willow said, supplying the necessary items.


"So, Anya, you haven't told me what this spell is for exactly."

Anya took a match and lit the candles. "I'm trying to get back a necklace that was stolen from my mom's apartment. It was a family heirloom passed down for generations."

"Okay. So how does the spell work?"

"Well, we both call on Eryishon, the Endless One, offer up the standard supplication, then there's a teensy temporal fold. We hope. Then I pour the sacred sand on the representation of the necklace, and Eryishon brings it forth from the time and place it was lost."


"Okay, everything's set up," Anya announced. "Ready?"

Willow nodded. "I think so."

"Good." Anya took a deep breath and held her palm over the plate. "Eryishon. K'shala. Meh-uhn."

Willow, following Anya's lead, held her hand, palm-up, over the plate as well. "Diprecht. Doh-tehenlo nu-Eryishon."

Anya picked up the container of sacred sand and held it over the plate. "The child to the mother."

"The river to the sea," Willow added.

Anya closed her eyes. "Eryishon, hear my prayer."

Willow closed her eyes as well, but when she did, she felt an energy envelope her, starting at the tips of her fingers and working its way through her body. Willow snapped her eyes open, shocked by the power of the spell.

Anya's eyes were still closed, and she appeared to be in some trancelike state.

Willow, meanwhile, struggled to move as images, horrifying images, gripped her mind. A demon choking Giles. Vampires everywhere. The Master laughing. Humans in cages, like lambs to the slaughter. Herself…a vampire? She thought maybe Buffy had been there too, and then, she heard her…

"Hey! What are you doing to her?"

Anya's eyes opened as she whipped around. A few grains of sand flew out of the container unnoticed, briefly touching Buffy and Angel before landing to the floor.

"A spell!" Anya snapped. "Leave us alone!" Anya commenced with pouring the sacred sand on the plate.

Buffy yanked Anya off the floor, sand spilling everywhere, and Willow, feeling the connection broken, fell back. Angel caught her before her head hit the floor.

"Are you okay, Willow?" he asked.

"I feel weird," she answered. "W-what was that?"

"What the hell did you do to her?" Buffy demanded. "Paralyze her with some sort of weird magic trip?"

"Relax! Willow was just helping me with a spell. It's not my fault she's too much of a wimp to handle this kind of magic!"

"Hey, I resent that!" Willow squeaked out.

Anya knelt down on the floor, feeling for her necklace in the sand. "Oh no! It's not here! Damn it! It's not here!" Anya looked up from the floor, glaring at both Buffy and Angel. "Thanks a lot! You ruined the spell!"

Buffy took a step closer, staring Anya down. "I think you need to go now."

"Fine! But I will get my necklace back! One way or the other!" Anya grabbed a few scattered items from the floor, dumping the remaining sand from the plate carelessly in a heap, then stormed out of the library.

"You okay, Will?" Buffy asked.

Willow nodded. "Yeah, I think so. That spell was a little blacker than I like my arts."

"What's the deal with the necklace?" Angel asked.

Willow shrugged. "She said it was some family heirloom that was stolen and she was trying to get it back."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "With a spell?"

"Uh huh. She said she needed a secondary to create a temporal fold. But I'm not so sure she was being entirely honest with me."

"Well whatever she's up to, it's obviously nothing good," Buffy said, casting a wary glance toward the door. "Think we ought to go after her?"

Angel shook his head. "I think everything's fine for now. But it might be a good idea to keep a close eye on her."

"Well I'm definitely not doing magic with her again!" Willow said with a huff. "That was just weird!"

Meanwhile at an abandoned factory…

Angel fell to the floor on his back, Buffy collapsing over him.

They stared at each other for a moment, both confused at this strange turn of events, and position, before Buffy quickly got off him and jumped to her feet.

"Okay, what the hell just happened?" A quick glance around the empty factory was enough to confirm that something, indeed, was definitely off. "Was it just my imagination, or was there fighting going on here two seconds ago?"

"It wasn't your imagination." Angel stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants, which didn't do much good considering the fact that his pants were already very dirty.

Buffy walked around the empty factory, hoping to find clues, but came up empty. "This is same factory alright. Just…different."

"But no one has been here."

Buffy turned around and gave him a confused look. "How do you figure?"

"Sense of smell," Angel answered. "If the Master had been here, I'd be able to pick up his scent."

"Gross. What is it with you vampires and the smelling people?"

"There hasn't been anyone here, dead or alive, in a long time."

"This is so…weird. How do you think we got here?"

"I'm not sure, but obviously some powerful force."

"Come on," Buffy said, heading for the door. "We should go see that Jeeves…er, Giles guy, whatever his name is. I bet he can figure out what's going on." Buffy reached the door and opened it, then turned back to Angel. "You coming or what?"

Angel nodded, then followed Buffy out of the empty factory.

A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but I thought this was a good place to end it! Will have the next chapter up soon. Thanks for reading! :)