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Part XIV - All the possibilities
Their gazes met for a split second. Panic bounced off each other’s wide eyes as they heard the distinct metallic sound of a key entering a lock. Reality taunted them as they noticed their position. They lay half-naked on the floor in front of the couch. Spike’s jeans were wrapped around his knees, his tattered shirt dangling off his shoulders as Buffy spread out underneath him, her robe draped at her sides, their sweaty bodies still joined together.
~++++++++++++++++++++++++~
Sam rubbed her hands as they walked up the steps of the front porch.
“Where else could she be?” was the last thing she heard from Xander before a clear image flashed before her eyes – a naked Buffy staring wide eyed up at her – fear swimming in green irises. A strange mixture of happiness and panic gripped the redhead as she realised just what that image meant.
~++++++++++++++++++++++++~
“Hum…Xander, I-I don’t think they’re there. M-maybe we should just go back to the Magic Box!” a stuttering female voice was heard from outside as someone still struggled with the lock.
“Sam!” Spike whispered.
In a flash, he was off the small blonde and up on his feet as he pushed the jeans over his hips and worked on the buttons. His mind raced, sending a million desperate images to the redhead outside. ‘Come on freckles, just give me a few bloody seconds.’ He begged her mentally.
Buffy remained frozen on the floor for a moment, her stomach turning painfully at the sight of the vampire. The worry was carved on his features as he cursed under his breath at his denims’ reluctant fly.
~++++++++++++++++++++++++~
“Since we’re here we should at least try and see if they’re… Stupid door won’t open!” Xander protested as he forced the key in the lock.
“Xander, just let me do it.” Willow sighed. She didn’t know why she had given him her key in the first place. Oh, that’s why, she and Tara were walking too slowly, according to Mr. “In a hurry”.
With on swift move, she turned the key and a click was heard. The witch had just pushed the door open when a loud screeching sound pierced everyone’s eardrums. They turned to see Sam, bent over her stomach howlling in apparent pain.
“Sam! Are you ok?” Anya asked concerned as she rested a reassuring hand on the redhead’s back.
“Ow!” Sam continued to bawl as she watched the door from the corner of her eye. She had successfully caught everyone’s attention, even the little slimy demon, which was now jamming his long finger in his ear as a sign of protest.
~++++++++++++++++++++++++~
There had been a change in his eye as he had heard the redhead’s voice from the other side of the door and the way he had said her name. It was definitely fear, she thought, fear of getting caught literarily with his pants down. She felt a knot in her throat and for a second she thought she was going to throw up, but she swallowed it down, sat up, quickly wrapped the robe tightly around herself and disappeared up the stairs.
~++++++++++++++++++++++++~
“Wha-what’s wrong?” Tara stammered.
“I’m… I’m…” Sam searched for an answer, but came out blank.
“Let’s get you inside and we’ll-“
“No!” Sam immediately shouted. Everyone stared at her with a frown. “I-I… hum… I…”
Suddenly, she saw a robed figure running up the stairs and got another flash from the vampire inside.
“I’m fine!” Sam quipped, standing up straight and patting her stomach with a huge relieved grin on her face.
“Are you sure?” Dawn questioned confused.
“I’m fine. Let’s go in.” Sam smiled as she walked pass the stunned group and entered the household. “Hey!” she greeted as she saw Spike then, between clenched teeth, she muttered: “You owe me *big* time.”
“Thanks, freckles.” He whispered as he watched the gang come into the living room.
“You’re here! Where’s Buffy?” Xander asked.
“She’s upstairs.” Spike answered simply.
“Why’d you come home without telling us anything?” It was Willow’s turn to question.
“Well, I got stuck with-“ Spike started, but a cold voice coming from the stairs cut him off.
“We got stuck in a parallel universe.”
Everyone turned to see Buffy, fully dressed, standing by the door, her arms crossed over her chest.
“You were? What was it like?” Dawn asked.
“Pretty much the same. You guys weren’t in the Magic Box, so we decided to come here. See if we could find you.” Buffy explained all too quickly. It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. She eyed the vampire standing next to Sam, across the room from her.
An awkward silence filled the room at it became obvious something had happened, but no one dared to mention it.
“So… What do we do now?” Willow asked.
“We sleep. We’ll go back to the Magic Shop in the morning. Research.” Buffy practically commanded.
“Well, see you tomorrow then.” The vampire said as he walked towards the door closely followed by Sam.
“You guys should stay.” Buffy’s cold voice echoed in the room.
“Excuse me?” Spike frowned turning to face her.
“The PAE thing. Might happen again, it’s better if we stay together.” She replied.
“But it can happen at anytime, we could be just in the next room and it could happen.” Spike argued.
“That’s why we are all going to sleep in the hall.” She stated matter-of-factly, then turned to her sister and continued: “Dawn, go get the sleeping bags.”
~++++++++++++++++++++++++~
Spike groaned when he felt someone pull him by his shirt for the third time. Never bothering to turn to his side to face the redhead, he growled in a low voice, so as to not wake up the rest of the group:
“What do you want?”
“To know why I’m still getting *cutting* images from the seriously pissed blonde sitting by the window.” Sam whispered raising her left eyebrow.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Now go to sleep, in two hours time it’ll be our watch.” Spike said matter-of-factly tur in in his sleeping bag, giving Sam literally the cold shoulder.
He growled low when he felt something repeatedly poke his lower back.
“What!” he exclaimed out loud, turning to face her and finding a sharp pencil in her hand.
“Either you tell me, or I’m going straight to the source.” Sam warned him, tilting her head toward Buffy.
The vampire eyed her for a second, pondering if she was bold enough to fulfil her threat. On look at her face was a resounding ‘yes’ to his doubt. He took a deep breath before speaking:
“We had sex.”
“No kidding, Einstein. I already gathered that from the *extremely* R-rated imagery I got from you before. By the way, one flash would have been sufficient. Now you’ve definitely scarred me for life. I’m amazed I’m not in an epileptic induced coma right now from all those nasty flashes.” She spoke quickly – her string of protest coming out in heavy whispers.
“Well, it’s what usually happens. We have sex and she gets to play ice-cold-bitch right after.” Spike murmured angrily.
“Nice theory, but it doesn’t account for the sadistic freak show rolling in my head right now.” Sam grumbled, frowning painfully as yet another picture assaulted her.
“I have no bleeding idea why she’s doing that.” Spike whinged as he closed his eyes. The second he did so, he felt a sharp sting in his arm. “Hey!” he protested opening his eyes. “Give me that!” he ordered, grabbing her hand and yanking the pencil from her tight grip. “Where’d you get this?”
“It’s a weapon.” Sam pouted, shrugging. “For when you’re mean and don’t want to tell me why a very pissed Slayer wants to test her bran-new juicer on my hand.”
“I told you – I don’t know!”
“What’d you do?” Sam asked angrily, bringing her lips together and frowning to look more menacing, but all it did was make her look like an annoyed chimpanzee.
“Nothing.” Spike whispered back. “We were…”
“I know!” The redhead quickly lifted her hand to him. ”Move on and try not to visualise it. Please!” Sam spoke quickly.
“… and we heard the whelp at the door. We kinda froze and then I heard you and figured you’d get a flash and help us out. So I got up and started getting dressed as quickly as possible. She got up too and ran up the stairs to get dressed, then you came in. That’s it.”
“That’s it? You sleep with a girl and the first thing you do afterwards is get up and get dressed. You didn’t say anything?!” Sam asked angrily, raising her voice.
“Hey! Me want to sleep.” Its screechy voice was heard in protest.
“Shut up.” Both Spike and Sam whispered, in unison.
“Sorry.” It pouted and flopped back on the floor closing its eyes.
Xander turned on the couch, his heavy arm falling over Anya’s sleeping form. Sam and Spike froze for a second, their eyes scanning the room. Tara and Willow rested peacefully in a double sleeping bag and Dawn in on of her own, right next to the sofa. Buffy sat by the window, her gaze lost in the distance, she was completely involved in her painstakingly sadistic thoughts to notice the yapping going on.
“You didn’t say anything?” Sam repeated, this time in a whisper.
“What was I supposed to say: ‘Was it good for you? Hey, wanna go at it again while your friends and sister watch?’” Spike countered sarcastically.
Sam gave him a plastic smile.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Sam practically stated.
“I’m an idiot?”
“Yes! One hundred years and change of living with women and you still don’t have a clue, do you? She thinks *I’m* your girlfriend! She probably thought you were worried about me catching you guys.” As Sam spoke she saw realisation come to the vampire. “You made her feel like the dirty mistress.”
“Oh!”
“You’re bleeding right: ‘oh’.” Sam imitated Spike’s British quite successfully. “Now, get off you’re pretty little ass, go talk to her and let me get some sleep.”
“Let *you* get some sleep? You were the one poking me with a bloody pencil the whole time and-“
“Spike, now!” Sam ordered.
~++++++++++++++++++++++++++~
“Hey…” Spike greeted her as she continued to look out the window, ignoring him. “We need to-“
“We don’t need to do anything. Nothing happened.” Buffy muttered between clenched teeth.
“Something did happen and-“
“Forget about it, ok? Just… go to sleep or something.” She grumbled under her breath.
As she refused to look at him, he moved to stand in front of her.
“We-“ He tried to reach for her but she backed away.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t ever touch me again!” she hissed at him.
“Oh! So we’re back to the old tune are we now? Should have guessed.” The vampire growled.
“Will you keep it down. You’ll wake you the guys.”
“I don’t bloody well care about them. I want to talk to you!” He hissed in a low voice.
At his words she made an annoyed face.
“Not even Sam?” the redhead’s name came out slobbery and filled with pent up rage.
“God! How many times do I have to tell you? We’re not… together like that.” Spike sighed loudly.
“Right.” She said sarcastically. “You’re not together. You’re just sleeping together!”
“Sleeping with someone means that you’re together?”
“Yes!” Buffy exclaimed exasperated.
“Then by that standard, we’re together.” The vampire concluded the obvious, which left the petite blond with no answer.
Her mouth moved but no words came out eventually, a frustrated frown settled on her forehead at his reasoning.
“It’s different.” She finally hissed.
Spike’s response was an obnoxious raise of his scarred eyebrow.
“I’m not living with you and I’m not sleeping with you anymore. Today was a-”
“Will you just shut up and listen to me?” The blond asked angrily. She set her lips in a straight line and waited: “I. Have. Never. Ever. Had sex with Sam!”
He paused and waited for her response:
“You look extremely Clinton-like when you say that.” She replied sarcastically.
“Grrr… Bloody hell woman! I haven’t touched any other woman since *you*. Not one! Get that through that thick skull of yours.” He spoke quickly, the whispered words tumbling automatically from his mouth without being filtered or censored by his brain or ego. “I don’t want anyone but *you*! You’re the only bleeding thing I think about every second of the day. How could you think that I’d even look at another bird? Do you have any idea of just how much I love you?“
Buffy gawked wide-eyed up at the frustrated vampire staring intensely back at her. Her heart pounded in her chest, her blood raced, her breath was caught in her throat as his words echoed in her ears.
“I…” she finally stammered. “It’s just… I…” whatever point she had been trying to make before his mini-speech was lost to her.
She swallowed hard as she tried to focus but the galloping rate of her heartbeat made it impossible to form a coherent sentence.
“It’s just that…”
“Just what?” Spike asked calmly.
“The way you… When you heard her voice, you immediately stood up... and started to get dressed like…” The knot in her stomach kept her from saying all the words.
“I was just afraid that the whelp would catch us and then you’d go all cold queen of denial on me again.” Spike said truthfully.
Buffy wasut tut to speak when, out of the corner of her eye she saw Dawn standing.
“Buffy…” she mumbled, her brain still a bit hazy from slumber.
“Dawn. Go back to bed.” Buffy ordered as the teenager walked toward them.
“I had the strangest dream.” Dawn rubbed her eyes as she opened her mouth wide for a deep yawn. “I dreamt I was an orange and people were running around trying to eat me. So I had to hide in the closet.”
Both blondes cocked up an eyebrow at that.
“Oh, she’s definitely your sister.” Spike said with a smug grin on his lips pointing at the brunette.
“And what does that mean?” Buffy asked snippily.
“That you’ve both got a few screws loose up in your noggins.”
“Hey!” Both girls protested loudly causing Xander to jump up to attention, which caused Anya to tumbled with a resounding thud to the floor.
“Ow!” She howled in pain, which in turn made it impossible for the people and little demon present in the room to continue asleep.
“Wha-what happened?” Tara stuttered as she rubbed her eyes.
“Anya fall.” It noted as Dawn turned on the light.
“Xander pushed me.” The ex-demon protested.
“I heard screaming.” The young man defended himself from the angry looks that were shot at him.
“Spike was picking on us.” Dawn finally exposed the true culprit and all eyes turned to him.
“Hey, I didn’t…” seeing the look on everyone’s faces he knew it was a lost cause and shoved his hands into the duster’s pockets.
“We’re sorry guys. Just go back to sleep.” Buffy asked as she looked, out of the corner of her eyes, at the vampire.
Everyone grumbled loudly about how it was going to be impossible to go back to sleep now that they had been woken up. Spike just stood in the corner and watched with a grin. Humans were just so darn funny. Suddenly, he felt someone pulling at his coat. He saw Sam slightly bent over, her hand rested on her head as her eyes were squeezed shut in a clear sign that she was in pain.
“Sam! You ok? Wha-“
“Get everyone around me.” She said between clenched teeth as the pain seemed to grow.
“What-“
“Now!”
“Guys!” He had a chance to call out before the ground began to shake.
“Buffy!” Dawn called out. “What’s happening?”
“Everyone around Sam, now.” Spike shouted.
Everyone stared at him.
“Now!” he growled as the walls began to disintegrate around them.
They all moved towards the couple as fast as they could, with the ground literally crumbling beneath their feet to reveal an endless black pit, at the bottom of which ran what seemed like… a river of lava? What the hell?
In the middle of the chaos, Buffy watched as Sam disappeared into thin air in front of her very eyes. The split second that the ground they stood on vanished to let them fall to their deaths a bright white light engulfed them all.
“What’s happening?” Dawn yelled out of the top of her lungs over the howling of violent winds and various volcanic explosions that echoed in the distance. She looked around to find an arid landscape, carved by deep precipices, which they magically hovered over, protected in the globe shaped glow that now encircled them.
They all held their breaths as, suddenly, flames licked their way up to them and a ball of fire swallow them up. When Anya managed to pry one eye open she was met by the overwhelming sight of being completely surrounded by fire and yet she was totally immune to its burning properties. Gathering all the strength she could muster she reached for the white light that stood between her and the inferno, it felt… warm.
“Xander!” She exhaled sharply, nudging at her fiancée.
Opening his eyes he gasped. He was still alive. Soon, everyone imitated him and looked at the strange spectacle that surrounded them. And then everything was gone. Just darkness in the distance, the only light coming from the sphere that engulfed them. Buffy’s heart pounded in her chest as her Slayer senses told her this was merely the calm before the storm.
Suddenly… FLASH. Around them, the scenery changed at a frightening pace, as if they were inside a TV while someone outside frantically zapped through all the available channels.
Thick forests, strange animals jumping from branch to branch, deserts, tall alien-looking buildings rising from the sands only to be washed out by a giant tsunami as a new ocean spread out over them, 10 feet long sharks swimming around them as they remained safe in their protective globe. Everything.
Everything achievable or imaginable was displayed in front of their eyes. All the possibilities… all the choices… all the universes.
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