TITLE: What Would Happen If...4-6/? AUTHOR: Ragna (Obsessive-Compulsive Spike - WritingGoddess@aol.com; SpikeGrrl1@aol.com) RATING: PG CLASSIFICATION: Buffy/Oz friendship. 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. ARCHIVED AT: http://www.envy.nu/allthepain/index.html 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: I'm on a roll... ~*~*~*~ "Where...are we?" Buffy sat up, shaking her head. She felt a sharp pain shooting up her right arm. "Ow...I think it's broken." Oz moved over towards her. The sky was dark, and they were in what used to be an apartment. Giles' apartment, to be precise, they realized as they looked around. "Need help?" Buffy nodded. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Oz," she said quietly. The clicking sound of a gun getting cocked startled them. "Who the fuck are you?" a male voice asked. *** "What happened?" "What was that? "What the bloody hell?" Everyone was rubbing her eyes, but thanks to his military training Graham had recovered first. "Where's Buffy and Oz?" Giles blinked. "Oh my..." *** Buffy had never stared at the barrel of a gun before. "Uh...we're..." "You're a Slayer. But you disappeared a hundred years ago," a female voice said softly. "Buffy Summers, I think..." Buffy nodded. "That's me." She winced again. "Look, my arm's broken, and..." The man lowered the shotgun. "Sorry. We're just a bit wary, is all," he said in an Australian accent. "How can we even be sure it's her?" another female voice asked. "Because Rupert Giles is my great grandfather, and he included a picture of her in his Watcher's Diaries hoping she went into the future," the woman said. Finally the people who belonged to the voices moved into the dim light. "Need a hand up, mate?" the man asked Oz. "I'm cool," he said, standing up and wiping the dust off his hands. "The name's Ewan Crowe," he said, sticking out his left hand for Oz to shake. "The woman's my wife, Jenna Giles-Crowe, and the girl's--" "I'm Drew, the Vampire Slayer." Buffy smiled slightly. The young girl looked a lot like Spike's looney ex, Drusilla. Long dark hair and hypnotic eyes...she could have been Drusilla's sister. "You remind me of someone I...knew." "Would that be the looney Drusilla? Spike told me about her." Buffy nearly choked. "Spike? He's still around?" "Yeah, and always bickering with that sire of his," Ewan said. "Angel's less of a handful to deal with, but it's that other one, the brooder...what's his name?" "You mean Graham?" Jenna said as she was checking Buffy's arm. "Gra--he--" Buffy began, then fainted. "I take it she knew him?" Ewan asked Oz as Jenna and Drew caught Buffy. "You could say that..." *** Giles quickly wrote the entry in his Watcher's Diary. "Let's hope they went to the future and not the past," he said, slipping in a wallet size picture of Buffy that Xander had. Willow was being comforted by Tara and Anya, while Xander was being held back by Graham. Both of them glaring at Spike, Albeit through tears in Willow's case. "Who, mates! It was a bloody accident! I didn't mean for it to happen!" "It doesn't matter!" Willow said. "You brought the stupid orb here!" Another round of tears fell down her face. Xander finally stopped struggling, walking to the bookshelf and pulling down books. "What are you doing?" Anya asked. "Making sure Buffy and Oz didn't get stuck in the past." Xander started to flip through the books. Suddenly Spike fell backwards into the door, with Graham standing over him. Spike was rubbing his jaw. "You little bugger. Why'd you do that?" "Someone had to do it." He flexed his hand, then turned to everyone. "I have to go for a bit. Giles, I can come by later and help, right?" Giles nodded. "Of course, Graham." Graham sighed. "We're going to find them, right? And get them back?" "I hope so," Giles said, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I do hope so." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Thank you." During the trip through Sunnydale to the Crowe's, Buffy and Oz saw the changes that had happened. About a third of the town was in ruins, mostly the warehouse district and the neighborhood near Giles' apartment. The rest of the town was in fair condition, but it looked depopulated. And now, in the comfortable home where the three of them lived, Ewan had made tea while Jenna got things ready for the two new guests. And now everyone had settled down with their tea. "Well, where should we begin?" Jenna asked the two visitors. "What happened after we disappeared?" Oz asked, since Buffy was up and pacing, looking out the window every few moments. "The vamps should be here soon," Drew said, standing near Buffy. "But you need to hear this first." Buffy nodded, sitting down near the window. "I'm listening." Jenna traced the rim of the mug. "After you disappeared, things were fine for a little while. Your friends were actually very adept at hunting the vampires. They had help from Graham and the other former Initiative members. "The only casualty in those peaceful years was the former demon Anyanka, and that was the turning point in the problems. Upon the realization that Tsar's vampires were overpowering them--" "Who's Tsar?" Oz cut in. "I forgot. Tsar is the current alpha vampire in Sunnydale. He's been around for almost two hundred years, and came to Sunnydale about ninety-five years or so ago." Jenna took a sip of her tea. "At first, he made no real waves here in Sunnydale, and was just biding his time. And he chose the best time...dissension was stirring up among the entire town." "Anyway, when they realized they did need a Slayer here, problems arose," Ewan interceded. "Yes. See, because you didn't die, another Slayer could not be called. And Faith was still in prison, serving a life sentence. So for almost fifty years, Sunnydale was Slayerless, and Tsar completely took over." Buffy stood up quickly, moving towards the door quietly. "They're here...all three of them..." *** The knock on the door surprised Tara. "Hold on a minute." "It's me," Xander said quietly. "Oh. Then come in." Xander opened the door, an armful of books threatening to spill to the floor. Tara quickly helped get them to her bed. "Giles wants me to go through these for him?" Xander nodded. "It's not very likely they went to the past, or else there'd be changes in this time. While we keep looking, he wants you to look for spells to bring them back. Willow's contacting witches online asking for help." Tara looked at the fifteen or twenty books now littering her bed. "How's everyone else taking it?" "We told Devon that Oz had an out of town emergency, so he's not suspicious. Willow's calmer, now, Anya's keeping tabs on Spike..." "Graham?" "He never came back to Giles'." *** The three vampire's looked at them with shock. It was Angel who asked the all important question. "Bu...Buffy?" She simply nodded. "Yeah, it's me. And Oz is Oz." She glared at Spike, and then said, "And this is ALL YOUR FAULT!" "Back off, Slayer, back off. It was a bloody accident. Don't you think I'm kicking myself in the arse everyday for tripping?" "No," Oz said. Spike glared at Oz. "Well, I am." Graham remained speechless, staying behind the two other vampires. Buffy looked at him. "This is where you ended up?" Angel asked. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Why are you here?" "LA got destroyed, and I was needed here." Angel looked back to Graham. "You two need to talk, I think." Graham nodded, moving towards Buffy. "I...missed you," he said in the quiet way he'd always talked. Buffy threw her unbroken arm around his neck. "Why you?" He held her in a simple embrace. "Because of an accident." He pulled away from her and looked at Oz. "Are you all right?" "Yeah," he said. "Hey...I can get filled in on the rest of the history. You guys...you have things to talk about." Buffy smiled at Oz as Graham led her and Angel to the vampires' room. Spike sat down in Buffy's vacated spot. "Look, mate, I really am sorry," he said, looking directly at Oz. "I don't exactly believe you, Spike." "You should," Drew said. "He's telling the truth." Oz nodded, then turned to Jenna. "So what else happened?" "Simply put, our side lost fast. Everyone was killed in a large battle with Tsar, except my great-grandfather. He went back to London to recover, and that was where he met my great-grandmother. They had my grandfather quite soon afterwards, and found out he was to be a Watcher. They were killed in a car accident when he was only eight, and he was sent to friends in Stratford-upon-Avon." "That's Shakespeare's home, right?" Drew asked. Jenna nodded. "When he got married, the Council sent him here to the States, to Washington, DC. And they had my aunt and my father. My father was a Watcher, here in Sunnydale, and he met my mother here. Her name was Cordelia Wyndham-Price...but not the one you knew." Spike nodded. "Yeah. Cordy married that boring Watcher Wesley, and they had children who had children and one of them named their daughter Cordelia. Hence Jenna's awfully long name." Jenna smiled slightly. "I took my mom's name after she died. So My long name is Jenna Buffylin Wyndham-Price-Giles-Crowe." Oz grinned. "And you're a Watcher?" Jenna nodded. "Latest in the line, and most likely the last." She sighed. "But, anyway, that's part of what happened here in the last hundred years. The rest...I think Spike, Angel and Graham can fill you in on the rest, considering they existed through it." Spike glared. "Jenna, you're a strange woman." "Damn straight. That's why I survive living in Sunnyhell." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Graham was working out hard in the gym. It was the only thing he could do to get past what had happened, for the moment. He knew he'd eventually tire out and head over to Giles to look through books, trying to find some way to get them back or to find out if they'd been in the past. And he knew that there'd be help in this, that all Buffy and Oz's friends would help with this endeavor, that it'd be a team effort on every level. And he knew he hated not having Buffy here. She was probably the closest friend he'd ever had, someone who would listen to him and talk to him about the stupidest things without judging him. For all her peculiarities and their differences, he'd never felt he knew someone as well as he knew Buffy. He racked the weights on the bench press, sitting up and burying his face in his hands. He had to help find her, or he was going to go crazy. *** Buffy laid down in her bed, looking up at the ceiling. There was so much information to process that she felt like her head was going to explode. Graham and Angel had told her everything...details about the last fight her friends would ever fight, the way Sunnydale had started to become a ruined shell of a town, and anything else they thought she should know. But the thing that was the worst was hearing Angel soberly recount her friends last words. None of them died at the battle; it had been afterwards, either at the hospital or on the way there. Xander and Willow had been in the same ambulance, and Angel had ridden with them. Cordelia and Wesley were in the other ambulance, while their two year old daughter was being watched by Joyce in LA. Angel didn't know who to go with, but Cordelia made the decision for him. Her last words to him had been, "Go with them. They may give you messages for Buffy." Even on her deathbed she had hope that Buffy would be okay. And on the way to the hospital, Willow and Xander slipped into comas. Neither could bear to hear the other die, or at least that's what Angel told her. Willow had said to tell Buffy that she had faith in her, and Xander said that he'd see her in another time, in another place. And then he gave Angel a ring to give to her, the one he had worn since she disappeared from their time. The ring that was now on her thumb, the only finger on which it would fit. And as she traced it lightly, she started to cry. *** Oz looked at the two vampires he knew well and the one he didn't. "So...now what?" "Now we take what few people are left in Sunnydale who are willing to fight, and we fight," Angel said, leaning back and putting his arms on his chest. "But there aren't many." "Yeah, Tsar scared the bloody pissants away," Spike muttered, pacing by the door. "And Drew's still in training," Graham added, "so we have no active Slayer." "Well, how do we get back?" Oz asked. "We don't know," Graham said. "The book with a return spell was destroyed in the fight we had with Tsar where everyone was killed before anyone could copy it. There's only a few other copies in the world, and most of them are missing." Spike nodded. "And those gits that do have them want an unbelievable sum of money for them. Money we don't have." Oz sighed. "Well, I don't know about Buffy, but I'm willing to help fight." "I am, too," Buffy said, her eyes red and puffy. "I mean, if there wasn't an active Slayer before, wouldn't an active Slayer now help?" Angel looked at Buffy. "You've been crying?" "Just a little. I mean, a hundred years have gone by, and..." She shrugged. "I'll deal." *** The lair was a little cramped for his taste. After all the destruction he and his minions had wrought over Sunnydale, this was the only hospitable place for him. Except it was too small. It was supposed to be a mansion, but parts of the upstairs portion of the mansion were gone, rotted or crumbling more and more every day. So he and his minions, those who had his favor, were forced to stay in the lower portion of the building. If nothing else, he vowed to himself, he'd find a larger place to dwell after he was done wiping out the humans in Sunnydale. "Master Tsar!" The attractive blond vampire turned around glancing at his minion. "Yes?" "It's happened." There was no need to discuss what "it" was. "It" was the arrival of the Slayer from 100 years past. "Did you reach her?" "No...the Watcher got there first," he spat out. "She's now at her home." Tsar simply nodded. A minor setback, really. "Keep an eye on her," he said, turning back to the book he had been reading. "Master Tsar?" Tsar let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes?" "The werewolf...he's here as well." "He'll be on no concern, I can assure you. The full moon is tomorrow, and he will be caged for the next three nights. By then we'll have disposed of the Slayer." The minion nodded and scurried out of the room, leaving Tsar to finish his book and contemplate on how to get more room for him and his most faithful of minions.