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Buffy was about to return home that night since she had been out there for about three hours and no vampire or demon had showed up, when all of a sudden her senses picked up something. She knew it wasn't a vampire, so instead of taking out a stake she took out her dagger. Cautiously she moved towards it as her senses increased and the hairs on the back of her neck really started to stand up. When it turned around to face her it took all her will not to scream and run.
Spike watched her like he usually did when he wasn't on patrol with her and had noticed what that his slayer was scared. Just the fact that she showed that she was frightened scared him. Before he could go and help her he saw it. The thing had lifted a rock or something like that over his head and was about to crush over her head. He wanted to run but he couldn't something was holding him back like of force field or something so all he could to was shout, "NO!!"
Buffy woke with a splitting headache. She felt something cold and wet on her forehead and when she opened her eyes to see whom it was she saw that the person was dressed strangely.
"Darling, good to see you have woken. Shall I ask my son William to fetch you a glass of water?" The woman asked in an accent that Buffy knew well, the lady was English.
"What happened?" was all she could think to say.
"I'm not sure exactly. William found you lying on the ground on his way home from school. You had a dreadful gash on your head, but I cleaned it up quite nicely." the woman explained as Buffy sat up slightly in the bed.
"Is she alright, Mum? Shall I fetch Doctor Wickmere?" a boy about the age of 16 asked as he stood shyly in the doorway. Buffy thought he looked and sounded familiar, but couldn't place her finger on it.
"I don't think so. I think she just needs a little rest and she should be fine. Would you like some supper?" the lady asked and Buffy shook her head yes, but regretted doing so since it brought more pain to her head.
"William, will you stay with her while I go get her something to eat?" the lady asked and the boy known as William came over to stand by the bed.
"You know you could sit. I wouldn't be offended." Buffy said smiling and William sat down. She couldn't take her eyes off of his brown curls and his blue eyes that she wished she could see clearly since they were hidden behind a pair of glasses.
"What is your name?" He asked a little hesitantly.
"Elizabeth Summers, but everybody calls me Buffy, you can call me that too if you want. I know your first name is William, but what's your last name?" Buffy asked smiling.
"Preston. You're American, right?" William inquired.
"Um, yeah. Accent give me away?" Buffy asked jokingly, but thinking about the last name he had just told her and she knew she recognized it, but couldn't think from where. 'I'll figure it out later. It's probably just the head injury that's keeping me from remembering.' she thought to herself.
"Yeah, a little. My father used to bring Americans home with him when he was done traveling for a bit." William said. He was surprised by how well he could talk to her. Usually when he talked to girls about his age he would get all tongue-tied.
"Your father? What does he do?" Buffy asked.
"He used to be in the Navy, but his ship capsized while under siege." He said as he looked down at his hands and Buffy suddenly regretted even bringing up the topic of his father.
"Sorry. Ok this is going to sound like a really stupid question, but I have to ask. What year is it?" Buffy asked feeling a little embarrassed and could feel her cheeks getting warm.
"Not a stupid question at all. It's 1870." William said glad for a change in subject and then he saw Buffy's face. He could tell she was scared, but didn't know why.
"What's wrong? Shall I get mother?" William asked suddenly worried as he started to get up from the chair.
"No, no. It's nothing, just something I wasn't expecting to her. I'll be fine. Really." Buffy said trying to calm both herself and William down who wasn't believing her all that much.
"May I ask why you weren't expecting to hear that?" William asked curiously as he reluctantly sat back down in the chair.
"If I told you, you'd think I was crazy." Buffy said laughing a little bit.
"Go ahead anyways. If you knew me you would find me rather crazy." William said smiling a little bit, which bugged Buffy a little, not because she didn't want to see him smile, but because it was a smile she had seen before, but didn't know where from.
"Well, you were right about me being American, but I'm not from this time. Where I come from it's the year 2000. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I don't know what happened, but somehow I ended up here. The last thing I remember was a friend of mine yelling something and then I woke up here." She said and then she knew how she recognized William. He was Spike. She didn't know why she was back in time with him as a human, but she knew it was Spike.
"Are you sure you don't want me to get mother? You look awfully pale." William said suddenly looking concerned as he looked at Buffy.
"Um, yeah. Just a little tired that's all and maybe a little hungry. I think I'm ready for some of that food that your mom is making." Buffy said trying to convince him and not sure whether or not it was working.
"I'll go check and see if it's ready." William said smiling as he got up from his chair and went out the door.
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