The Wishverse

With the snap of my fingers, everything stilled. The vampires attacking rushing to me, the air, the buzzing sounds that escaped the lights, the little cockroach that had been scuttling around in this raggedy vamp nest. I always wondered why vamps always had the shittiest nests. You'd think that after having lived thousands of years, they'd have class but I guess when you are just a demon running on instincts, you wouldn't really give a fuck about what your place of habitation looked like, especially when you couldn't breathe.

I gazed at the vampires, their fangs out promising to bite into my neck. All wearing goth clothing for whatever reason or the other. I mean come on, the master was kinda looking like voldemort with his bald head and scrunched up nose that showed why gaining dark power might not be the best thing in the world for getting consensual pussy. He held a snare and a menacing smile atop his circumcised face, his red eyes still glowing sinisterly. He'd won and he knew it and everyone else did, even the meager freedom fighters under Giles's lead. Most of the humans were dead in this reality and it was because Buffy wasn't here. Instead, she was in Cleveland. I honestly don't fucking get why anyone would move to Cleveland. Was it to go to Disneyland? Although, why the fuck would anyone go to Sunnydale? It was a fucking Hellmouth and not only that but The Master was here, Mayor Wilkins was here and so many other fucking threats were here. So what I'm trying to fucking say was that Cleveland was honestly the right fucking choice.

One had almost gotten me. Vampires were quick. Its canines sat upon the nape of my neck. Its disgusting face that only looked somewhat nice on a pug was eyeing with a tinge of delight a tinge that I very much hated and would have made past me scream if not for the fact that now I had a hundreds of Batman's in my head helping me to calm the fuck down. A small line of blood escaped my broken in skin as I grunted and carefully contorted my body away from this thing. I looked it in its eyes, not looking away. Batman had faced dracula. This thing barely had the mental faculties to be called a true vampire. In essence, it was a demon with no control and no understanding of the fact that the less humans there were, the less for them to eat. A simple fact that the Master probably understood after living for hundreds of years. At the same time, the Master understood that humans adapted, magicians, the slayer, vamps with souls. All human ingenuity used to defeat demons that were thrice as strong, thrice as fast and thought themselves superior. Hence the culling. The Master's ultimate plan to farm humans watching them twenty-four seven until they became nothing more than blood bags. To him, they already were and I knew it. The Master thought us beneath him but that was a lie. One nuke to sunnydale and he'd disappear along with every other useless vamp in this crappy little town. Vampires couldn't even walk in the sun and with enchantment humans could be just as dangerous as they were. Dark willow was an example of this, a harrowing one but still one to be noted. She was a human that practically became a god and almost lost herself within the process. Humans were the dominant race for a reason, no matter what the Powers that be state, no matter what The First states, humans won.

I looked at the vampire that had almost sucked me dry of my life's essence and punched it to the ground. Right hook, Left hook, Uppercut. I grabbed the thing's arm and cracked it. No screams of pain, no change in expression just that same look of contempt and desire that threatened to swallow me whole. I had almost been killed again. After that being killed me by mistake now another being that thought it had dominion over me attempted to do the same thing. The hairs on my arms stood up as I kept on punching and kicking. Blood began to escape from its mouth. It'd heal. I'd frozen time and the only limit was that nothing could fucking die and so I kept on going till the last bits of my stamina disappeared into whisps of smoke and I was kneeling on the ground looking at the still sparkling yellow orbs that held nothing but a mad beast. It didn't even feel good. Anger always left you feeling empty. Right Dad?

"Why did you hit that boy?"

My father looked haggard, distraught. Tears had escaped his eyes and yet he still glared beaming holes right through my souls.

"He called mom a whore."

My father still looked angry. Did he not understand that that kid had insulted my mother, had called her unspeakable things? Why then was he still pissed.

"Is your mom a whore?"

I shake my head.

"Then why do you fucking care, huh?"

Why did I fucking care? I shook my head. I cared because she was my mother and nobody should speak to her that way. I wouldn't call anyone's mother a whore. Could the world not hold up that level of decency.

"She's my mom," I growled

"Would you like me to tell her that you're fighting because of her. That you're a big man now? I've hit your mom before. Hit me."

I pause. Why was he bringing this up now? He'd changed. For as long as I could remember, they'd been the perfect couple. Always smiling, always snuggling, always showing affection to one another. I looked up to him.

"Stop."

"Nope. Your mother hates fighting more than anybody and unless you're protecting yourself or someone from actual harm or they attack first, use your fucking words."

"B-Bu-"

"No buts. Anger only leads to destruction. Just listen to me now. You'll get it someday."

But I was trying to protect mom's honor. That's what I was thinking at the time. How would it be honorable to have a kid in juvy put there because he is fighting all the time or having to be called over because the school didn't know how to handle your kid.

I'd stopped then because I didn't want to see a more tired expression on my father's face but now I understood why meaningless fighting meant nothing. It meant nothing because in the grand scheme of things, who gives a flying fuck. The victims get the power of victimhood and you just become another pawn of a system not built for the individual but for society and so as I looked back at the beaten and bloodied vampire, I walked out of the fucking door. I looked back to see a worn out sign that said The Bronze. It smelled like piss in there. No wonder. Teenage Boys and alcohol were not a good mix.

The sun in the sky was shining. Its rays threaten to burn my skin. The birds would be chirping if not for the fact that they were fucking frozen. The trees stuck in a frozen flitter leaving them in a messiness that would not usually be seen on the Hellmouth. The hellmouth did like to pretend to be ordinary. It allowed for the normally unsuspecting denizens to be just that, unsuspecting denizens. Hence why everyone laughably believed that there were that many niggas on PCP when a death happened every night. I was pretty sure that that kill count was way past serial killer levels, especially in a town of 38,500 people. Somehow they all blamed that shit on drugs. Anti-drug ads in the 90s must have really been good to gaslight a town into believing that bite wounds on a human neck that looked strikingly vampiric. Even with the Mayor doing all that he could to hide the shit, it did not make any sliver of sense.

I picked up a bird that had barely taken flight. Its wings were half out-stretched and it looked nice. I gazed at its white feathers and its beautiful beak before placing it on a bench. I really was alone huh and I'd die after a year once time fixed itself and what was meant to happen happened. It looked like I'd gotten here in the middle of the fight between the Master and the White hats. It was probably why the vampires were surprised when I'd come out of nowhere. I'd now calmed down and had decided to go back.

I had time. A years worth of the goddamned thing. I probably wouldn't age nor would anything else in this verse. It was as if I was in the largest museum in the world, watching film history in real time.

I watched the humans, the determined looks on their face. Buffy's blond hair flowing in a ponytail. She looked aged. More combat ready. Cleveland had turned her into a soldier. You'd think that would make her a better vampire slayer and in some ways it did but in the end, without Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg to have her back, she'd perished and with her any hope for this god damned town. If the Hellmouth could speak it would probably agree with my previous statement, Hell was in its name after all. I looked at the demonic forms of Willow Rosenberg and Xander Harris, their eyes, globes of glee. How I hated those fucking eyes so very much. I saw Angel on the ground, a pile of dust. A fitting punishment for a pedophile. I will never ever ever understand why a vampire with hundreds of years of experience wooing women fell in love with an underaged girl and fuck her. At least do shit with someone of age. I get that most vamps didn't have souls and shit but like grooming, really? That was the choice made. I'd never understand it. He couldn't even use the I have no soul excuse. Even spike waited. Although, Spike's kinda an almost rapist. I'd say that's better than being a groomer. He should be on those online pedophile watchlists. I was quite pleased that I hadn't stopped this. This was the sweet icing on the burnt cake. I'd drink to that…some water. I could do with a cigarette though. Ughhmy mind was telling me no. Fuck Batman's memories. It showed me all the ways a cig could harm you and now I couldn't even smoke one. At least I could still kill when necessary. Assimilation meant that I was in control. I had his memories, his knowledge but none of the fears, none of the deranged wisdom gained. I could probably gain some and would need some. His caution would be worth it to have, though not on the level of a contingency plan for every single one of the people that I loved. You had to open yourself up to others and one of the things that most Batman's did was hold and for good reasons most of the time. It didn't mean that all the Robin's weren't fucked up, it didn't mean that he could hold hold an actual relationship. It just meant that he could save the world while letting the joke kill thousands upon thousands because he feared that with one death, he'd end up burning everything. Lies! A person that fears such a thing could never become it because that fear controls them to a point where if they did so they'd go to the police unless of course the Joker left a surprise. He'd seen Arkham Batman's memories and understood that guns were necessary for some foes. A sniper to the back of the head would have terminated that green devil in human skin.

I decided to leave this place. There was nothing more to see and so, I'd walked to the school to check out the situation there. Had Anyanka been summoned. Of course she had. I watched as Giles held her pendant up to the sky as he was about to smash that crappy little wish token to the ground. Anyanka aka Anya would become human when it'd be better for her to disappear as while she'd become a good person by the end of the show, she'd killed thousands upon thousands of men for the act of cheating and it wasn't only them, it was the whole world. Each wish changed the fabric of reality and hurt those around. I'd bet that someone had wished for a baby to die or for a man's bloodline to be cursed. She was the devil and the scoobies had let her parade around because of the mere fact that she was human and a pretty girl that made Xander's underaged dick wet. Oh and she was another groomer. Were all demons groomers? It really didn't matter the gender. Huh? That was a harrowing thought.

I tried to touch Giles and the amulet but was sent back. The Darkness was smart. He'd made it so I was unable to change even this. Fuck that being. If I ever survived, I'd kill it. It played with my life twice and now I would probably die a second time. I entered the library and began looking around. There were several tomes and archaic book here. Maybe one could help me to fucking survive. I had an over 250 IQ and could now read virtually all languages. One word, Batman. That motherfucker really managed to cover all bases huh. But before that, I should probably check out the training room and test my new body out. I hoped there was one since Giles still came to Sunnydale along with Buffy.

I went through a door to find a mat, a punching bag and some swords. I quickly went to the punching bag and took a karate stance. My right foot forward, my left foot back. My body was slightly twisted making sure that only my held up right hand was visible as I glared at the punching bag. I circled it and pounced with my right hand, boring a hole right through it before continuing with a left jab and a spin kick because spin kicks were cool. I had his skill alright. Now, it was time to test the flexibility, I contorted my body bending my front half backward and through the gap between my legs. I bent my fingers almost 180 degrees backwards only to feel no pain. I really had Batman's skills. What was next? I stopped to think. It would probably be cool to try the disappearing act. I quietly entered the shadows not letting even the slightest sound of step be heard and silently vaulted myself though a vent located on the top right corner of the room. How? Peak human physique, good distribution of weight and some smart thinking. Distraction like a slight sound, someone thinking, surprise helped too. Misdirection was a powerful tool. It made Houdini millions.

I laughed loudly but didn't speak. Who would hear me anyways? I had a mouth, I could scream but why would I when screaming was a two person activity and I was uno. It would only make my throat hoarse and let the tears and pain from almost dying escape the closet I'd held them in because I couldn't handle them. I didn't notice the tears in my eyes until they were streaming down like a waterfall. Sure, I'd been alone but now I'd truly be alone and for a year at that before I died.

I screamed to a world that couldn't hear me.

"Aaaah"

"It's okay to cry son. It is alright."

My dad patted me on the back.

"You don't cry."

My dad paused.

"That's because all my tears have dried up long ago and now I struggle to do it. Crying allows release and I think that deep down inside, I don't want to release."

My dad was always frank. He wouldn't mince words even when I was six year old. He'd told me about sex, about women about how he'd hit…I didn't even want to think about it.

"So it's okay to cry?" I ask.

My dad nods but then stops to think, placing his hands upon his chin.

"Hmm…As long as you get back up and do what's needed crying is cool. If not, then you're just screaming to a world that won't ever see you as more than just a baby."

He ruffles my hair.

"Thanks dad," I whisper.

I'm going to get out of this hellhole and back to the other verse in whatever way I can and the start of that would be those tomes in the library.

I wipe my eyes with the front of my hand letting my calloused palms smoothly rinse out the tears and rise up. A goal now having formed. I would get out of this reality and I would live a long and happy life. If that meant killing vamps and other beings that threatened me and mine then so be it. I had Batman's memories so why was I acting like such a pussy. Did I mention that I now have memories of facing down Darkside? It was not fun. Batman was shaking inside and yet he held himself and looked that bastard in its multiversal eyes and practically said fuck you to it. He was my hero and if I could take anything from him, it would be his determination and so I decided to go through the fucking tomes.

(One Month Later)

It had been a month since I'd entered this goddamned reality. Training, Eating, Researching and playing with the vamps was the only thing I could do here. Oh not playing in a sexual way you heathens, just placing a hand in their noses or poking their eyes. That sort of thing. I also put a wig on the master's bald white head to make him look like the pretty little princess that he was. He did after all need to be saved like sleeping beauty did, trapped in a prison that he couldn't escape from. I'd gotten a make up kit and let me tell you, he looked uglier now than before. I'd thought that to be impossible but I was proven wrong, very wrong. It was funny though, I'd chuckled at the sight of it. He'd be very pissed if he wasn't frozen that is. I think the little mustache that I'd drawn was pretty cool too.

I hadn't made any progress on the whole escaping schtick. I'd looked through all the tomes and books already and yet, it seemed futile. There was nothing on how to escape a situation such as this one. Just stuff and vampire and demons and their different abilities. If I did escape, they'd be useful. Oh, and there was magic. I'd begun learning. None of the godly shit. Magic was within everything and everyone. It was nature. It allows you to will things into existence. Creative thought being one of those things and I'd hoped that through both versions of Batman that had used magic and the knowledge held in these tomes. I'd be able to do something. The problem was that one month had passed and I could barely make a car fly telekinetically. It wasn't that I was weak in magic. In this world anyone could channel magic and could become strong. It was just that I was cautious and didn't want to end up dragging an eldritch being into this world. I'd seen what John Constantine had done with his powers and I had made sure to steer clear of that useless path. I would be stupid not to have done so. Anything not within this verse wouldn't be frozen meaning that other entities not of this universe could be watching, waiting for me to fuck and I would not dare give them that satisfaction.

My stomach rumbled and I began cooking myself dinner in the school cafeteria. The students that had not gone to fight were sitting around me on one of the cafeteria benches. After a week of being alone I'd placed them in different seats and served each one of them. It made it feel like I wasn't alone, like I didn't just have myself and the voices in my head to talk to. It made me feel sane and that sanity made me feel human. I looked at them and smiled.

"You hungry?"

I imagined that they nodded and smiled.

"Let's eat."

I dug into my food and noticed cordelia was looking a bit peckish.

"Don't be shy. Eat!"

She still did not eat.

"For god's sake eat!" I screamed.

I froze. She was frozen. She could do nothing and yet I shouted at her to eat. She probably would have if she wasn't frozen but that was besides the point. I was going crazy and so I stormed out of there and went to the mart.

I needed to meditate. It helped quell the monsters that our minds built and let us release. I needed a place with enough food to last me a few months and that was separated from the rest of the world. I didn't want to do anything drastic. Not at all. I got a chain and tied it to the door before closing my eyes in a cross-legged pose.

You're going to die here.

I won't. I'll fight. I'll do i-

You're not Batman. You may have his knowledge but you're just a Twenty-two year old brat that always dies.You died on that dealers table and you died when the darkness sent you here.

No I-I-

Am I wrong?

'Yes'. Another voice screeched from the back of my mind. It sounded like Batman's voice.

Pray tell, please.

'You're a fighter. You know this. I know this. Your dad know this. Your mom and dad died when you were twelve leaving you with nothing. You stood up looking at fate and fought. You finished college. Yes you've died once. But you're not dead now.'

He'll die anyway. It would be futile to fight.

'I've fought against worse odds. If I can, you can.'

Maybe I could fight against the odds.

(Two Months later.)

It had been two months since the whole meditation shit and I think I found a way to bring some people into the time stop. While I couldn't help everyone, I knew that they'd return to their former selves anyways so it was all good. I'd found the ritual of restoration in its original form. It was under a floorboard in the magic box along with a tome of very dark gypsy spells from the Kalderash clan. How did it get there? I do not know nor do I give a shit. It was there for me to fucking use and I found out how to give a soul to a vamp. The spell was:

Quod perditum est, invenietur.

Not dead, nor not of the living.

Spirits of the interregnum, I call.

Gods, bind him. Cast his heart from the evil realm.

Te implor, Doamne; nu ignoră aceasta rugăminte!

Nici mort, nici al fiinţei,

lăsa orbită să fie vasul care-i vă transportă sufletul la el.

Aşa să fie! Aşa să fie!

Acum! Acum!

Its Translation:

What was lost, shall be found.

Not dead, nor not of the living.

Spirits of the interregnum, I call.

Gods, bind him, cast his heart from the evil realm.

I call on you, Gods, do not ignore this supplication!

Neither dead nor living.

Let the orb be the vessel to carry his soul to him.

So be it! So be it!

Now! Now!

I'd decided that I was going to bring Xander and Willow to the fold. It'd be nice to have some company along with the fact that they were probably in hell since unless you smited a vampire, their souls were probably kept in the hell realm. I'd always wondered how Spike got his soul back from demons. Knowing why unsettled me and I didn't want to let two of my favorite characters suffer because of it. That was an excuse. The truth was that I was bored and needed interaction, human interaction. It would also help with research as vampire had superspeed meaning speed reading was now a viability.

I did change the spell to:

What was lost, shall be found.

Not dead, nor not of the living.

Spirits of the interregnum, I call.

Help them, cast their heart from the evil realm.

Bring back the life unjustly stolen

I call on you, spirits, do not ignore this supplication!

Neither dead nor living.

Let the orb be the vessel to carry his soul to him.

Allow them to live with no suffering.

So be it! So be it!

Now! Now!

Hopefully, the last part would remove the curse. I'd gotten the orb a while ago too. It really seemed as if everything was in Sunnydale. Everything except peace and god did I need peace. I uttered the incantation and ran to the Bronze.

I saw a distraught Willow and Xander holding one another.

"It worked!"

They just looked at me, not even bothering to glare.

"Ehem," I coughed, "Sorry about that. It's just the first time in months that I've spoken to a real human being."

"It doesn't matter," Willow cried, "I'm a monster, a fucking monster. All the people I've killed. All…"

She runs to a stake and tries to stab herself, to end her pain. I rush in and disarm her with a palm strike to the hand.

"I did not bring you back to die again."

Xander glared.

"You did this to us. You brought us back to suffer? Why couldn't you just let us rest?"

I couldn't really say anything to that but I could fix the other thing.

"They weren't you. You both were in hell. They were demons that took over your bodies the moment you were turned and used them however they liked."

"Why did you bring us back," Xander growled.

His face morphed into a vamp one before quickly morphing into a vamp one before morphing back to normal. It seemed as if he was scared.

"I was alone. Look around."

They did and their eyes widened.

"H-how?"

"A god gave me a one-time power and seeing as this universe was about to crumble into nothingness. I used it."

Xander vamp sped to the Master attempting to stab him. Nothing happened.

"Nobody can die while time is stopped."

Xander growls.

"Why us?"

"Because in another reality you are heroes and that is where I'm trying to get to. When this one dies that is what will happen. The world will go back to the way it was meant to and this stupid wishverse will become naught."

"Wishverse?" Willow asked.

"Is that your fault too?" Xander snarls.

"Nope, it's actually yours."

"How?"

"You cheated on Cordy and she made a wish to a vengeance demon that Buffy, the slayer, would not come to Sunnydale. The situation precedes itself."

"Why do you need us? Won't things go back to the way it is?" Xander asks.

"I'll disappear if they do and so I need your help to get out and even if we don't escape, I need someone to talk to and you're good people," I sigh.

They look into my tired eyes.

"How long," Willow asks.

"Three months." I whisper.

I know that they could hear it.

"H-how have-"

How have you not gone crazy?

"I almost did and that's why I called you both. Maybe I am a little bit crazy," I chuckle, "I'm sorry for bringing you into my own mess."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. If you want, I could send you on your way. A stake to the heart would send you to heaven, probably and once the verse crumbles, you'll go back to being Xan-Man and witch Willow."

They looked as if they were thinking and smirked into each other's souls. The loves they had as vamps's transferring on to their human souls.

"We'll stay."

"What?"

My eyes widened.

"You need us anyways."

That was how I made my two first friends.

(One Month Later)

It had been a month since I'd brought back Xander and Willow. They'd returned to their old selves. Xan even calls me A-Man now. How cool. A childhood dream of mine had been realized. We were bros. Willow was smart and seemed into witch magic so I taught her. I also told her about Dark Willow and the monster she'd become without any control and so she took it slow. The whole vampire thing had really done a good deal of trauma on her. Sometimes she'd wake up screaming in the night. Other times, she would drink any blood even though it was animal blood. Xan was there for her though.

"It's ok Wills. Look."

He had a red clown nose on.

She chuckled.

"Thanks."

"You're still that girl that cried because of a broken yellow crayon only now with super powers."

She smiled.

"I do wish that I could look at the sun."

She stared longingly at the blinds. I could help with that.

(One Month Later)

I'd found both the Gem of Amara and the Orbs of Nezzla'khan. Both gave the wearer invulnerability and the orbs gave the wearer strength above the slayer. I'd gifted theses things to the for choosing to stay with me. They deserved to look at the sun.

Willow had broken down into a fit of tears and Xander just nodded at me. I got the thank you so it was cool. I kept one of the orbs for myself.

"Thank you," Willow smiled, "It makes me feel more human."

I smiled.

"You're human in soul and that's what has always counted."

They walked out hand in hand and let the sun fall onto their warm skin, letting its rays wash over them as they basked within it.

I'd never seen them happier. It'd made me even want to get a girlfriend. Alas, in this frozen world, I'd be a virgin for a while longer. That was cool because now I had company. A friend and a protege. Nice!

(One Month Later)

I'd thought and thought and thought and realized the solution. Winifred Burkle. She was sent to another reality because of her boyfriend. Thank you, perfect memory but before that, I'd decided to take the Buffy of this world with me. Three slayers were better than one and so I figured having to slayer forces couldn't be bad. I'd thought of this for a while now and had decided to tell the group my plan.

"I think I've found out how to get out of here."

"How?"

"Oliver Seidel used dark magic to transfer Winifred Burkle to Pylea, another realm where demons rule. I'm thinking of going there and then coming back and I hope that we don't disappear. The moment I leave, the world should unfreeze and then we teleport back and wallah, we've escaped the apocalypse."

"We'd have to find him first," Xander interjected.

"He is at the California Physics Institute."

"We'll pack in-"

"I'm not going. I plan to bring back the slayer."

They stare at me.

"Why? Won't things go back to being the same anyways."

"Having two slayer forces means double the fighting power against evil. I'll give her the choice and if she decides to come with, she comes with. If not, we chill and then she disappears. Cool?"

They nod.

"Okay, You guys will go to the institute and find whatever research he has on dimensional travel and I will reanimate the slayer without any vamp looking people nearby. Sorry for-"

"No, we get it. If we are here, she won't trust you," Xander smiles.

"Thanks."

He gives me a hug as does Willow.

"Take care," Willow says.

"You too."

I watch as they ride a stolen mustang into the sunset. Xan had always liked cars. I walked to The Bronze and saw Buffy inside, still in motion. Her hair floating as if gravity had chosen not to show itself, one feet bent, another in the air. She looked like one of those Roman statues of a spartan about to throw their spears, only that hers was Mr.Pointy and it was ready to strike down any vamp in its path.

I'd gotten better at magic throughout the months.

"Reanima," I screeched letting the magic flow into Buffy and she was moving.

"Ahh," she screamed as she stab into a vamp only for it not to die.

"It can't die right now."

She turns to look at me, her right eyebrow moving up as if to say, "And why should I believe you."

"Keep going, don't mind me."

I sat on a bar stool and watched as she tried to maul every vamp in the building. None of them died.

She glared at me.

"You! What have you done?"

She grabs me by the shirt and I press a pressure point on her hand making her grip loosen.

"You were meant to die today, to a vampire."

"What?"

She asked incredulously.

"I froze time to save myself and also saved you and some others in the process. This verse isn't real. It's a wish made by a woman scorned. The woman scorned is dead by the way."

"Why should I believe you?"

I shrug.

"I know you already know this. Stop acting. Giles told you this."

She dropped the act.

"Nobody will truly die here and everything will go back to the way it is. Time is set in stone that way."

"Then why did you bring me back?"

"I found a way to escape this accursed timeline. I'm the only one that will truly die and no, this was not my fault. I want to bring a second slayer line to the original timeline and I need you for that. Are you with me?"

She nods.

"Cool. Now, there are things I have to tell you. I gave two vampires souls."

She perked up at that, gripping Mr. Pointy harder than normal. I could've sworn that I saw indents in them.

"They were your teammates in the original verse and are good people overall. Don't kill them. Also, their souls were in hell. Unless a person gets dusted, their souls go to hell. I was also alone and my loneliness was my biggest reason," I admitted.

"They've gone looking for what we need."

She looked out of the window.

"I thought that you told me that time was frozen."

"It is, I just found artifacts that bypassed that weakness," I smirked.

She smiled back.

"You sure…"

"Xan's ma bro."

She shrugs.

"Follow me."

I took her to the Sunnydale library.

"Would you like to spar?"

She looks at me and laughs.

"Pfft. I'm the slayer."

"And I'm Batman."

We found ourselves on the mat sparring. She was pretty strong but not focused. I dodged one of her punches, hitting her in the gut. She kicked outwards but I just stepped to the side and tripped up her standing leg.

"Cleveland must have been really simple. You're not focused. You let frustration rule you and run in like a flipping gryffindor. You do know that without plot armor harry would have died ten times over."

She grunts and gets back up. She begins attacking, this time utilizing slayer speed. She feints a jab before going for a right hook. I dodge the hook and hit her in the liver.

"No one's ever hit you that hard?"

She stays on the ground.

"Get up!"

She looks at me with tears in her eyes.

"You'll just beat me anyways."

"Look, you're strong. Most enemies would lose to you. In fact, I'd lose to you but the strong ones won't and it will take skill and grit to beat them."

I look her in the eyes. My gaze piercing her eyes.

"Now will you get up?"

I give her my hand and she punches me in the gut. I let her.

"Smart," I groan.

She smiles.

"Let's continue," I evilly smirk.

(A month later)

Xan and Wills had come back with everything needed to get out of this ass stinking reality. I looked over at the smell and found out how to reverse it, it was pretty fucking easy, all I had to do was reverse the maths.

I'd tried to explain it to the rest but only Wills understood and even that was just a small part of what I was trying to convey.

"To dumb it down for the rest of you all, Dimensions are on different wavelengths, you just have to find them. You guys remember the plan?"

"We save Winifred Burkle and teleport back or am I also too dumb to understand that?" Buffy teased.

I ignore her.

"Remeber, do-"

"Don't go to the council, I get it. We've talked about it a thousand times."

"Sorry, its th-"

"The Batman in you. I know A-Man."

"Before we go, could I speak to Andrew? In private," Buffy says.

Xan and Will nod and leave the room.

"What did yo-"

She places her lips upon mine and I allowed it to last however long she wished savoring every second that I had with her. For all we know, we could die and the girl that I'd gotten to care about would disappear as would I.

"Andrew Gillean, Would you go out with me?"

"As long as you're over eighteen," I quipped.

She was nineteen. I knew she was. We celebrated her birthday last week.

She just sighs.

"Why do you have to make everything weird?"

"I'm your little weirdo now," I laugh, going in for another kiss.

(A Few Minutes of unrepentant snogging)

We'd gathered everyone.

"You ready?"

They nod. I activate the spell and we teleport to Pylea.

"Xan get Fred. She has long brown hair and looks haggard."

He nods and speeds off bringing back the girl with him.

"This her?"

She looks at us weirdly.

"This is a nice dream. A very nice dream."

I shake my head.

"This isn't a dream and we're here to save you although, if you follow us, you might die. Do you still wish to come?"

"Anywhere's better than here. If the dream man can take me away then i'll follow him. Mmmm nice dreams."

She was a bit cooky but with time, it would be healed. I'd probably drop her off at the nearest mental hospital.

"You guys ready."

The rest nods.

"Ok."

I activate the magic and we teleport to back to the Buffyverse, hopefully not the wishverse.

I see darkness.

"Yes!"

Hey, Author here, I tried to improve with this chap. Hope y'all like it.