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Getting everyone in one place is tough sometimes. They have minds of their own.

Chapter 12

“I don’t know, pet, but we’ll figure it out.” Spike turned to the teenagers. “I don’t know if we’ll be able to participate in the poetry jam. It’s time to get things back to normal.”

“We completely understand,” Kit replied. “I think you’ll both be very welcome to the jam, even in your own bodies.”

Billie, Shea, and Cain nodded in agreement.

“You brought us together,” Shea said. She looked around at the group. “I know it’s really hard to believe, but we weren’t friends before you guys came to the club. We were just a bunch of weirdos hanging out, writing poetry.”

Buffy snorted. “We’re weirdos too.” She pointed at Spike with her thumb. “He’s not William the Bloody because he’s a vampire, and one time I pretended to know a lot about poetry to date a guy.”

“Really?” Spike narrowed his eyes at Buffy.

“Don’t worry, it only lasted one date. We were busy looking for the Anointed One.”

“More like the Annoying One,” Spike grumbled.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Anyway, we can still be weirdos together. I’ll just be a bit older than you.”


“I think we need to go see Giles and Anya,” Buffy said to Spike. “Anya already knows what is going on. Maybe she can help explain it to Giles enough so he doesn’t get too weirded out by this.”

“Sure thing, Slayer,” Spike replied. He helped Buffy to her feet before he turned the teenagers. “You lot might as well come along.”

The group gathered up the trash from their food, and they set off towards the Magic Box.


Dawn felt her jaw drop, and she stared at Ethel. "Buffy was in Heaven?" She shook her head in denial. "No, Buffy was in some horrible Hell dimension."

“I’m the all-knowing,” Ethel reminded Dawn. She looked at the clouds in the sky and her voice took on a faraway quality. “Your sister was definitely in heaven. She was happy. She was at peace. She knew that everyone she cared about was all right. Time didn’t mean anything. Nothing had form. She was warm, and loved, and finished. Complete.”

Dawn let out a whimper.

“But, now she’s not. She was torn from there by her friends. Pulled out of heaven into a world that is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything she feels, everything she touches is Hell. Just knowing what she lost …”

“No, stop talking!” Dawn clapped her hands over her ears.

Ethel turned towards Dawn. “Carlos Trejo could have been your best friend if you hadn’t dumped him on the vampire’s friend and gone after non-existent money. All so you could have a cell phone.”

“I just want to be like my friends. They have cell phones,” Dawn whined. “Janice went to Backstreet Boys concert while she was in Boston visiting her grandmother. I didn’t get to go to a concert. Jilly got ten new outfits for school. What did I get? One new outfit.”

Ethel sighed and shook her head. What was going to get through to this girl?


Buffy was the first one of the teenagers to notice that the Magic Box’s closed sign was in the window. “That’s weird. I wonder why Anya’s closed the store.”

“There’s a lot of weirdness happening right now,” Spike replied. “Maybe they’re havin’ a Scooby meetin’.”

“Back to my house, I guess.” Buffy huffed. “Well, looks like Dawnie’s getting her exercise in today.”


Giles knocked on the front door of Revello Drive. He still felt like he was missing something or someone, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember. Giles shook off the feeling when Willow answered the door.

“Hey, Giles,” Willow said with a bright smile when she saw the Watcher.

Giles faltered for a moment. “I was hoping to speak with Buffy.”

“I’m the only one home right now,” Willow complained. “You’re welcome to come in and wait.”

Giles nodded before he waited for Willow to stand aside. As he stepped past her, a shiver went down his spine. Giles glanced sideways, and he realized that Willow was the reason. Darkness clung to the young woman.

Giles didn’t like this turn of events one little bit.

Willow and Giles moved into the living room where he settled himself in an armchair to wait. Willow had already made up tea which she offered to Giles. “Tea?” she asked.

Giles nodded in agreement. “Certainly.” After Willow handed him the tea, he asked, “What have you been up to lately?”

“Just going to school,” Willow said with a shrug.

Giles put sugar and cream in his tea while Willow babbled something about one of her classes. He sipped his tea in an outwardly calm matter while he watched the darkness surrounding the red-haired witch expand to encompass her entire aura.

The front door opened and Dawn, along with four teenagers, entered. Dawn blinked when she saw Giles. She glanced at the dark-haired boy next to her before she spoke to Giles. She said one word. “Stevedore.”

“Yes, dear, I know. Anya informed me.” With a shaky hand, Giles set his cup down on the table. He turned to Willow. “What on Earth have you done now, you bloody idiot child? Why is there a djinni in Sunnydale?”

“Why are you blaming me?” Willow screeched. “I didn’t summon a stupid djinni.”

“Well, Red,” the dark-haired boy drawled. “Who in this room has a history of flubbin’ up spells? Yeah, that’d be you.”

Willow turned on the boy. “You don’t even know me. You don’t get to say anything about me.” She advanced towards him, her hands outstretched like claws towards him.

Giles watched as Buffy in Dawn’s body stepped between the boy and Willow. He had some suspicions on the real identity of the boy.

“You don’t have to do that, pet. I can smack her down in this body.”

Giles suspicions were correct. Not only had Buffy and Dawn switched places, but Spike and an unknown youth had switched places. Now, where on earth was his Slayer’s body?

“Wow, this is rad,” the other teenage boy whispered to a girl. “I never knew anything this exciting happened in Sunnydale.”

Buffy laughed. “Giles, I’d like you to meet Kit Holburn, Billie Simms, Shea Hampton, and Cain Ridgefield. They’re my new friends from the high school poetry club.”

The four teenagers waved at Giles. Kit put her hand on Buffy’s shoulder. “We need to get home. Will you be okay here?”

“I’ll be fine. Spike and Giles will take care of me.” Buffy smiled at Kit. “Next time I might be in my own body. This is Sunnydale. I should have realized that there aren’t any normal teenagers here.”

After the teenagers departed, Giles looked directly at the boy. “So, Spike, whose body are you wearing?”


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