TITLE: What Would Happen If...
AUTHOR: Ragna (Obsessive-Compulsive Spike - WritingGoddess@aol.com;
SpikeGrrl1@aol.com)
RATING: PG
CLASSIFICATION: Buffy/Oz friendship, with a bit of Anya/Spike mention and
Buffy/Graham.
SUMMARY: Buffy and Oz get sucked 100 years into the future, and it's a mess.
SPOILERS: All of season 4 BtVS and season 1 A:tS
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I
write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me
know.
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DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If
you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or
them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see
them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave
a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if
it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: More of this is written. Hope you enjoy. Also, I unsubbed
from a lot of lists, so not as many people who want this story are going to
be getting it. I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't take the list traffic.
~*~*~*~
Tsar was faced with a dilemma. He'd just tortured a vampire to it's second
death, one who could have been forced to spy on the humans, keep tabs of
their movements and plans.

But the torture had been so pleasurable...

He knew three other vampires were in the general area: Angelus, William the
Bloody and Graham. No one had been able to get Graham to even consider
helping them, Angelus had a yen for the Slayer from the past (or so it was
rumored), and William the Bloody...

"Fat chance in hell," Tsar muttered. William the Bloody hated Tsar for a more
personal reason, the reason he thought was dust.

The reason sleeping nearby.

There was one thing he'd always wanted to do since he got that one thing,
other than William the Bloody with it:

Find out how he slept in the same bedroom with all those damn dolls.

***

Willow set the spell up carefully, directing it to both Buffy and Oz, on the
off chance one of them was busy.

When she was finished, she recast the spell to Buffy for Graham, careful not
to see what he'd written on the piece of paper that had the message. All she
did was transfer it.

And then, it was all done. It hadn't been a hard spell, just hard to do in
the dorm because of the memories attached.

They began to clean up, quietly, when Tara burst through the door. "Xander!
I...saw...I mean, you need to..." She stopped talking and caught her breath.
"I just saw Anya and Spike together."

Xander shrugged. "Well, Anya's following Spike, so--"

Tara shook her head. "No, I saw them *together*," she said, adding emphasis
to the word "together."

Willow's mouth rounded in an O as she caught what Tara was saying. "You
mean..."

They turned to Xander, who'd sat down on Willow's bed, balling his fists up.
"She's been cheating on me."

***

Buffy, Graham and a very talkative Spike were almost done with their patrol
when the words appeared. One minute the tombstone had it's normal message on
it, and the next minute a fire outlined message to Buffy was there.

"We're doing what we can," the message said. "We know you're in the future
and we're trying to get both of you back. Be careful."

Buffy smiled, then jumped around a little. "They know we're here! They know
it!" Then she hugged Graham and Spike, then went back to jumping around a bit.

"Slayer," Spike said sharply, causing her not to jump. "There's another
message...oh, never mind, it just disappeared," he continued. "I didn't catch
any of it except that it was to you."

He looked at Graham when he said it, though, and Graham understood. It had
been his message to her, the one that simply said "Come home."

"I don't think it was all that important," Graham said. "Come on, let's get
out of here and back to Jenna's."