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In Search of True Love by rach
As You Lay Sleeping
AN: Again I own nothing. Joss owns it all. I want to take a second to thank the people that reviewed the last chapter and everyone who read. The reviews made me giddy and anxious to write more, I even have another story idea, so thanks Anne, weaverslayer, fallen_angel, Bridget, Claire, and Cordykitten. Please continue to review anyone, it makes me happy and I may be persuaded to write faster. Thanks ~Rach~
Spike’s head shot up as he heard the sounds of a fight. Ah, guess I found my Slayer. That’s right inner thoughts, MY Slayer.
He silently crept through the trees, to get a glimpse of the Slayer and arrived just in time to see Buffy get back-handed across the cemetery by a gigantic demon. Spike was ready to spring into action and help the Slayer God knows why when he saw the demon walk away. Content to watch Buffy from the shadows for now, he saw her bend over to pick something up. And what a nice view that was.
The Slayer was mumbling something to herself as she looked at the object in her hand. As a rosy light erupted from her hand and she started to fall, Spike was pulled from his hiding place with an unintentional cry of “Buffy” on his lips. He reached her in time to have her crumple into his arms. What to do, what to do
While he may have been telling himself that he was only in Sunnydale to bring about the destruction of the Slayer and her little gang of misfits, seeing Buffy lying in his arms completely helpless was not doing good things to his emotions.
Laying Buffy down on the ground, Spike went about trying to figure out if she was injured and what was wrong with her. Although she seemed to be fine physically, both her breathing and her heart rate were very slow. It’s as if she has fallen into some mystical coma
“Come on Slayer, open those pretty eyes for me luv.” Pretty eyes? What are you taking about you wanker?
“Luv, you need to wake up, I don’ really know what I’m doing here.”
“Slayer, Buffy?”
Tracing his fingers over Buffy’s face and through her hair, Spike looked around worriedly. It wouldn’t do for any other beastie to see what he was about to do
I’m only helping her now because it would be unsportsmanlike and no fun to drain her when she is completely out of it. I’ll just leave her at her watcher’s door and kill her once they make her right again.
With that thought to justify his actions, Spike scoured the area for the object that he saw Buffy drop. Finding the locket in some grass near his feet, Spike picked it up to examine it. On first glance there seemed to be nothing unordinary about the locket, but taking a closer look at the inside almost made Spike drop it. For there in the locket that the demon had been carrying was a picture of Buffy and an empty space for a picture of her love.
“Well then Slayer, we best get you an’ the little trinket here to your watcher. He’ll know what is goin’ on and how to fix it as well as anyone,” Spike said to the unconscious girl.
With that, Spike placed the locket around Buffy’s neck so as not to lose it and easily lifted the Slayer into his arms.
“Up we go luv, best get out of here before that demon comes back. He looked like a right nasty bugger.”
With the Slayer held gently in his arms, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayer, then set off out of the graveyard intent on delivering his precious bundle to the door of her watcher.
The first thing that Buffy became aware of was the chirping of birds. That fact alone made her reluctant to open her eyes. Definitely not still nighttime in Sunnydale. Either I was passed out in a cemetery until morning or I’m not where I’m supposed to be.
Forcing herself to open her eyes, Buffy groaned as she sat up. Defiantly not in Sunnydale.
Looking around, Buffy found herself to be located in the middle of a dirt track in the midst of a large and thick forest. The sun was high in the sky but even with its warmth the air was still chilly. It looked to be a nice fall day in a place that clearly wasn’t California.
Gathering herself, Buffy went to stand only to have the source of her current problems, the locket, fall at her feet. Thinking to try and get home, she opened it reveling her portrait inside along with a blank frame. Since she wasn’t miraculously returned to her home she decided to wear the locket in case she would need it later.
“Damn demon. What did he and this stupid necklace do to me. I could be trapped here forever, or until Giles notices I’m missing, which should be soon, and then he’ll figure a way to get me home. I’ll probably only be here for a day at most. So in the meantime I am on an inadvertent vacation. Yeah me.”
Deciding to explore her new surroundings, Buffy randomly picked a direction to travel on the road through the forest and set out, maybe even to find her own way home.
Meanwhile back in Sunnydale.
“You know luv, you’re lucky that I just happened to be out walking the streets of Sunnyhell. Anything could have come along after you passed out, you should be glad it was me. I don’ even know why I came back here in the first place; it’s all your fault. Dru told me you were in my head and she would have nothin’ to do with me because of that. Maybe you were in my ‘ead. I came back to kill you, you know, but than that wanker college boy hurt you and you looked so nice in the sun. You caught me unawares and got one lucky moment. Just enough time to take my ring. Why did you have to go and give it to peaches? He destroyed it you know. Anyways I’m back here again, don’t know why, couldn’t kill you when I was invincible, don’t know how I’m gonna do it now. I think you really are floating around me, a bunch of tiny yous laughing at me and shaking your hair. I’m screwed. What kind of big bad likes to be in the company of a Slayer? I think as soon as I know that you are well again I need to leave, get as far away from you as I can Buffy Summers.”
Buffy was getting tired. She had been walking for hours and had seen no signs of human life. She was tired and hungry but what she really needed was something to drink. A river, stream, even a muddy puddle would do, she was parched. She would give anything for a nice bottle of Evian. And some company wouldn’t hurt anything either.
“I wish I knew were I was,” Buffy complained out loud.
As soon as the words left her mouth she spotted a sign ahead of her on the road. That’s odd, I could have sworn that that wasn’t there before. Chalking it up to the mystical properties of the place Buffy walked over to the sign.
‘You Are Now Entering the Deepest Part of the Mystical Forest. Thank You for Visiting the Pleasant Part of the Mystical Forest. Please Come Again.’
“Well that’s not very reassuring. I don’t really want to go into the Deepest Part of the Mystical Forest without a weapon. Who knows what is in there. I wish I would have been carrying my sword with me on patrol.”
As the words were spoken, a sword appeared at Buffy’s feet.
“Well this just gets stranger and stranger. I wish I had a bottle of water.”
One appeared beside the sword.
“I wish I was back in Sunnydale.”
Nothing.
“I wish Johnny Deep were here?”
Nothing.
“Crap, I was really hoping that that one was going to work because yum. Oh well, I wish I had an apple to eat.”
An apple appeared beside the sword and water.
“I wish I had some help.”
Instead of one of her friends appearing as she had hoped they would, a large leather-bound book appeared on the ground with the title of Grimm’s Fairytales. Buffy sat down on the ground near the book and began to eat and drink as she paged through the tomb. Although most of the book was just like any other book of fairytales that she had seen, the first page bore and inscription.
You made a wish to find your love
You’ll be stuck here until the task is done
Journey through this mystic place
You may see many a familiar face
They will show that which is inside
They will be true and can not lie
Test them all and find your mate
Then go back home to a happy fate.
Buffy didn’t need Giles to understand the inscription. All she had to do was walk around this world where everyone would be their true selves and find her perfect match. Sounded easy enough if she could only find anyone.
Picking up her sword and the book of fairytales, Buffy continued on down the road into the ‘deepest part of the mystical forest’.
“OK luv, we’re getting close to your watcher’s place. I’ll just leave you and the trinket on the doorstep, ring the bell and slip into the shadows. I’ll be around though, watching to make sure everything is going alright.”
Spike started towards the watcher’s door but stopped in his tracks at the sight of a redhead coming out the entrance.
As Willow looked up she gave a gasp of surprise at seeing her lifeless looking friend in the arms of her arch enemy. Quickly going back inside, Spike could hear the scared redhead calling for the watcher. Not knowing what to do, he continued to stand near the watcher’s front door with Buffy in his arms.
The front door opened a second time and there stood Buffy’s watcher with a crossbow.
“What have you done Spike?”
Spike’s head shot up as he heard the sounds of a fight. Ah, guess I found my Slayer. That’s right inner thoughts, MY Slayer.
He silently crept through the trees, to get a glimpse of the Slayer and arrived just in time to see Buffy get back-handed across the cemetery by a gigantic demon. Spike was ready to spring into action and help the Slayer God knows why when he saw the demon walk away. Content to watch Buffy from the shadows for now, he saw her bend over to pick something up. And what a nice view that was.
The Slayer was mumbling something to herself as she looked at the object in her hand. As a rosy light erupted from her hand and she started to fall, Spike was pulled from his hiding place with an unintentional cry of “Buffy” on his lips. He reached her in time to have her crumple into his arms. What to do, what to do
While he may have been telling himself that he was only in Sunnydale to bring about the destruction of the Slayer and her little gang of misfits, seeing Buffy lying in his arms completely helpless was not doing good things to his emotions.
Laying Buffy down on the ground, Spike went about trying to figure out if she was injured and what was wrong with her. Although she seemed to be fine physically, both her breathing and her heart rate were very slow. It’s as if she has fallen into some mystical coma
“Come on Slayer, open those pretty eyes for me luv.” Pretty eyes? What are you taking about you wanker?
“Luv, you need to wake up, I don’ really know what I’m doing here.”
“Slayer, Buffy?”
Tracing his fingers over Buffy’s face and through her hair, Spike looked around worriedly. It wouldn’t do for any other beastie to see what he was about to do
I’m only helping her now because it would be unsportsmanlike and no fun to drain her when she is completely out of it. I’ll just leave her at her watcher’s door and kill her once they make her right again.
With that thought to justify his actions, Spike scoured the area for the object that he saw Buffy drop. Finding the locket in some grass near his feet, Spike picked it up to examine it. On first glance there seemed to be nothing unordinary about the locket, but taking a closer look at the inside almost made Spike drop it. For there in the locket that the demon had been carrying was a picture of Buffy and an empty space for a picture of her love.
“Well then Slayer, we best get you an’ the little trinket here to your watcher. He’ll know what is goin’ on and how to fix it as well as anyone,” Spike said to the unconscious girl.
With that, Spike placed the locket around Buffy’s neck so as not to lose it and easily lifted the Slayer into his arms.
“Up we go luv, best get out of here before that demon comes back. He looked like a right nasty bugger.”
With the Slayer held gently in his arms, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayer, then set off out of the graveyard intent on delivering his precious bundle to the door of her watcher.
The first thing that Buffy became aware of was the chirping of birds. That fact alone made her reluctant to open her eyes. Definitely not still nighttime in Sunnydale. Either I was passed out in a cemetery until morning or I’m not where I’m supposed to be.
Forcing herself to open her eyes, Buffy groaned as she sat up. Defiantly not in Sunnydale.
Looking around, Buffy found herself to be located in the middle of a dirt track in the midst of a large and thick forest. The sun was high in the sky but even with its warmth the air was still chilly. It looked to be a nice fall day in a place that clearly wasn’t California.
Gathering herself, Buffy went to stand only to have the source of her current problems, the locket, fall at her feet. Thinking to try and get home, she opened it reveling her portrait inside along with a blank frame. Since she wasn’t miraculously returned to her home she decided to wear the locket in case she would need it later.
“Damn demon. What did he and this stupid necklace do to me. I could be trapped here forever, or until Giles notices I’m missing, which should be soon, and then he’ll figure a way to get me home. I’ll probably only be here for a day at most. So in the meantime I am on an inadvertent vacation. Yeah me.”
Deciding to explore her new surroundings, Buffy randomly picked a direction to travel on the road through the forest and set out, maybe even to find her own way home.
Meanwhile back in Sunnydale.
“You know luv, you’re lucky that I just happened to be out walking the streets of Sunnyhell. Anything could have come along after you passed out, you should be glad it was me. I don’ even know why I came back here in the first place; it’s all your fault. Dru told me you were in my head and she would have nothin’ to do with me because of that. Maybe you were in my ‘ead. I came back to kill you, you know, but than that wanker college boy hurt you and you looked so nice in the sun. You caught me unawares and got one lucky moment. Just enough time to take my ring. Why did you have to go and give it to peaches? He destroyed it you know. Anyways I’m back here again, don’t know why, couldn’t kill you when I was invincible, don’t know how I’m gonna do it now. I think you really are floating around me, a bunch of tiny yous laughing at me and shaking your hair. I’m screwed. What kind of big bad likes to be in the company of a Slayer? I think as soon as I know that you are well again I need to leave, get as far away from you as I can Buffy Summers.”
Buffy was getting tired. She had been walking for hours and had seen no signs of human life. She was tired and hungry but what she really needed was something to drink. A river, stream, even a muddy puddle would do, she was parched. She would give anything for a nice bottle of Evian. And some company wouldn’t hurt anything either.
“I wish I knew were I was,” Buffy complained out loud.
As soon as the words left her mouth she spotted a sign ahead of her on the road. That’s odd, I could have sworn that that wasn’t there before. Chalking it up to the mystical properties of the place Buffy walked over to the sign.
‘You Are Now Entering the Deepest Part of the Mystical Forest. Thank You for Visiting the Pleasant Part of the Mystical Forest. Please Come Again.’
“Well that’s not very reassuring. I don’t really want to go into the Deepest Part of the Mystical Forest without a weapon. Who knows what is in there. I wish I would have been carrying my sword with me on patrol.”
As the words were spoken, a sword appeared at Buffy’s feet.
“Well this just gets stranger and stranger. I wish I had a bottle of water.”
One appeared beside the sword.
“I wish I was back in Sunnydale.”
Nothing.
“I wish Johnny Deep were here?”
Nothing.
“Crap, I was really hoping that that one was going to work because yum. Oh well, I wish I had an apple to eat.”
An apple appeared beside the sword and water.
“I wish I had some help.”
Instead of one of her friends appearing as she had hoped they would, a large leather-bound book appeared on the ground with the title of Grimm’s Fairytales. Buffy sat down on the ground near the book and began to eat and drink as she paged through the tomb. Although most of the book was just like any other book of fairytales that she had seen, the first page bore and inscription.
You made a wish to find your love
You’ll be stuck here until the task is done
Journey through this mystic place
You may see many a familiar face
They will show that which is inside
They will be true and can not lie
Test them all and find your mate
Then go back home to a happy fate.
Buffy didn’t need Giles to understand the inscription. All she had to do was walk around this world where everyone would be their true selves and find her perfect match. Sounded easy enough if she could only find anyone.
Picking up her sword and the book of fairytales, Buffy continued on down the road into the ‘deepest part of the mystical forest’.
“OK luv, we’re getting close to your watcher’s place. I’ll just leave you and the trinket on the doorstep, ring the bell and slip into the shadows. I’ll be around though, watching to make sure everything is going alright.”
Spike started towards the watcher’s door but stopped in his tracks at the sight of a redhead coming out the entrance.
As Willow looked up she gave a gasp of surprise at seeing her lifeless looking friend in the arms of her arch enemy. Quickly going back inside, Spike could hear the scared redhead calling for the watcher. Not knowing what to do, he continued to stand near the watcher’s front door with Buffy in his arms.
The front door opened a second time and there stood Buffy’s watcher with a crossbow.
“What have you done Spike?”
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