End Notes: Comedy of Errors (Xander)

[ruuger]

Summary: Death is a funny thing. Post-"Chosen" futurefic.
Spoilers: No spoilers for the comics.
Author's notes: This the fifth story in a series of ficlets I have since dubbed "End Notes" that I wanted to write for good__evil's drabble month, but didn't have the time. The stories are short character-based ficlets centered around the theme of last moments.

Comedy of Errors

We Will Remember Them ... Chp 2

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Title: We Will Remember Them...
Author: lilachigh
Rating: NC17 eventually!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ME
The Story so Far: in 1943 Spike and Dru are captured by the British Army and to save Dru's life, Spike agrees to fly to France to rescue Joy, the current Slayer. In 2001, Quentin Travers persuades Buffy - recently dead and now deeply involved with Spike - to travel back in time to 1943 to save a Slayer and kill a vampire.

This story was written for the Writer Con 08 banner challenge. Artwork by kazzy_cee



We Will Remember Them….

By Lilachigh

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Laurence Binyon



Chapter Two

Sunnydale: 2001


Buffy Summers peered suspiciously at the small flask of dark blue liquid that Quentin Travers was offering her. “Is that it? The charm thing? That colored water is going to send me back to 1943?”

Quentin shook his head and smiled. “Not quite, no. This puts you into a trance because you have to be perfectly still while I say the charm. Hardly breathing, I believe.”

“You believe!” Buffy’s glare almost took the skin from his face. “Jeez, hasn’t this been done before?”

“Oh certainly,” Quentin said hastily. “There are many recorded references of Slayers moving between ages. But the main requirement is that your blood pressure, your breathing, everything drops to almost zero, then the charm works and you wake up in – well, in this instance France, 1943.”

“So who wrote the charm? I hope they knew what they were doing. I don’t want to end up fighting dinosaurs or watching the pyramids being built.” Buffy was still not completely convinced. There was something not quite right about the whole thing but she couldn’t decide what it was. Quentin Travers was too smooth, too conciliatory. She knew he hated her and even though she was doing him a big favor, he ought to have been snarkier, speaking with that exquisite polite sarcasm that only a posh English guy could manage.

“One of my associates,” Quentin replied smoothly. “Very able fellow.”

“And I get back, how?”
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