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Title: Dimension Dementia
Part: 9
Author: SallyMcFine
Feedback: I love feedback. Bring it on!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All disclaimers apply
Thanks: To my beta, Mrs. McFine, for her editing and storyline skills that are out of this world.
Setting: AU/canon crossover
Summary: What happens when a shy, introverted girl is torn away from her world and deposited into a dimension full of vampires, demons, and...a girlfriend?
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Part 9 - Boredom
For a world inhabited by vampires and demons, Willow was surprised how uneventful her time in this alternate version of Sunnydale had been. She hadn't seen any undead, nor any major magical spells, and she was actually kind of...bored. Most of her time in the last day and a half, when she wasn't asleep or in Giles' apartment, had been spent in near-silence with the others doing research.
Well,
they were doing research, anyway. Giles tried to give Willow different books to look over with vague instructions to look for information about dimensional travel. She suspected that he was just trying to keep her busy and out of the way while the others read the important books. Giles had spent about thirty minutes with her one-on-one during the morning, asking her about her head injury, but she was only able to tell him the basics of what had happened. He seemed intrigued about her vision problems, and muttered something about attenuation while he jotted down notes. Soon enough, though, they were finished and it was back to the books.
Willow stifled a yawn as she tried to focus on the book in front of her. The back room of the Magic Box where they were encamped didn't have many windows, and the dim glow cast by the yellowed light bulbs was more soothing than stimulating. Not to mention that the subject matter was so far beyond the realm of her experience that she was having trouble staying on task - and she usually loved to read. Every now and then she would sneak a glance at Tara, finding herself more and more fascinated by the blonde - but also feeling strangely guilty.
Tara's demeanor today was much changed from yesterday. She was still quiet, but seemed much more withdrawn. Her eyes were still red-rimmed, though the puffiness had decreased somewhat. At one point during the day's research session, she had excused herself and had remained absent for several minutes. She was composed when she returned, but it was painfully obvious to Willow that she was leaving the room to cry. And she couldn't help feeling responsible, even though she knew rationally that what had happened was not her fault.
Another yawn took her by surprise, and she scrubbed at her eyes. She noticed Xander close his book and stand up and stretch, then walk over to where she was sitting.
"Feel like joining me on a coffee run?" he asked, flashing her a grin. "I think everyone here could use some caffeine."
"Sure," she said, trying not to sound too eager. She felt eager, though - as eager to leave the quiet room as she was to spend time with Xander.
"Okay, people, place your orders for the Harris Espresso Pump Delivery Service," Xander said. He jotted down the orders for Giles' tea, Dawn's latte, Buffy's cappucino, and Tara's decaf mocha.
"Let's go out through the front," he said. Willow followed him through the door and out into the store proper, where Anya sat behind the counter. The store was open for business, and Anya had explained to Willow that she always 'personed' the cash register when she could.
The ex-demon was reading one of Giles' many dusty books about demons, dimensions, and the relationships between the two. She looked up as Xander and Willow emerged.
"We're going on a coffee run," Xander said. "Want anything?"
"A cranberry-orange muffin." She caught his eyes and gave him a warm look.
Xander broke eye contact and nodded, then opened the front door, allowing Willow to pass through first. A tiny bell at the top jingled as the door swung closed.
"How long have you and Anya been a couple?" Willow asked Xander as they crossed the road.
"Since right before the end of high school," Xander replied. "I guess that makes it about...two and a half years."
Willow nodded. "Are you pretty serious?"
Xander let out a little half-laugh. "I guess so."
Willow stole a sidelong glance at Xander. He sounded ambivalent, as if admitting he and Anya were serious was something that embarrassed him. She didn't press, but said "Well, she seems nice."
"I'm not sure if anyone has ever had
that reaction to An before."
"Because she's so blunt?" she asked as they stopped at an intersection, waiting for the "walk" signal.
He nodded. "A lot of people find her kind of honesty hard to deal with. But it's not her fault, I think she's still adjusting to being human after being immortal for so long. A lot of the things we do for politeness' sake she get impatient with." He shoved his hands in his pockets.
Willow shrugged. "It's kind of refreshing. Everyone has been really nice to me, but I get the sense there's a lot you all aren't telling me. Anya's straightforward, at least."
Xander grinned. "Well, that's one thing she definitely is."
The walk signal blinked on, and they crossed.
"It's just up here on the right," Xander said. "Do you have an Espresso Pump in your Sunnydale?"
Willow nodded. "Yeah, but I haven't been there much. I'm not much one for the coffee," she said.
"Our Willow lives on the stuff," Xander said as they entered.
Talking to Xander felt natural, just as it always had. She appreciated how comfortably he treated the subject of the missing Willow. Though Buffy had made her feel welcome, the tears and undercurrent of tension had been a constant backdrop at the Summers house. But Xander talked about the other Willow like he was confident they would get her back, and seemed to harbor none of the unspoken fear that the others did - that she was gone for good.
She looked around as Xander placed their orders - everyone else’s coffee or tea and a hot chocolate for her. It was definitely like the coffee shop in her world, from her recollections of the few times she had visited the place. As she glanced at the people who sat at the tables scattered around the room, a college-aged boy with dark hair caught her eye. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. She continued to study him, trying to remember how she knew him, but it seemed he was leaving. It kept nagging at her as she watched him gathering up his things until Xander interrupted her reverie.
"How does it measure up?" Xander asked as they waited for their drinks.
"It's almost identical to my Sunnydale," she said, turning back to him. "I mean, other than the people, this place seems almost exactly like my world. It's weird."
"Why is that weird?"
Willow thought how she should phrase it. "Well, with all the talk earlier about vampires and demons, I kind of thought there would be more, I don't know, chaos. But everything seems pretty normal."
He laughed. "Things are pretty normal during the daytime, I guess," he said. "If you don't look below the surface. But at night is when all the beasties really come out to play. Last night on patrol with Buffy she dusted five vamps. I got one of them," he said with a touch of pride.
"I guess it's just - you all seem to spend a lot of time reading books during the day," she said neutrally, trying not to sound like she was saying
'I'm bored out of my skull.'
"Yeah, that's thanks to Willow, sort of," he said, leaning against the counter. "In high school Giles was Buffy's Watcher, and he was the one who mostly did all the research. And usually it was just Slayer and Watcher, no one else in the mix. But Buff - well, she's pretty stubborn, and didn't want to give up having friends. So Willow decided that we could help with research - and since Sunnydale is on a hellmouth, there was always weird stuff to try to figure out."
"Harris!" the barista behind the counter called. Xander picked up a cardboard tray of drinks, and Willow took the bag containing Anya's muffin.
"Anyway," he continued, leaning against the door to open it, "There was all kinds of other stuff Willow could help out with too that Giles didn't have a handle on - blueprints, private records, anything you can access with a computer. So he got used to it after a while." They walked down the street slowly, Xander balancing the drinks.
"She's good with computers, then? I saw a laptop in her room."
"Yeah," he said. "A real bona fide hacker. Not you?"
She shook her head. "Just basic word processing and e-mail."
"I never could understand the fascination, myself," he said. "But yeah, anyway - weird things happen here, but there's just as much boring down time and research as with anything, I guess. Anya and I watch CSI sometimes and I don't think police work is always so action-packed. They just skip over the boring parts."
Willow nodded. It made sense - if it was all demons, all the time there would be precious little time for the semblance of normal life that appeared to be going on in Sunnydale. Not to mention the population would be greatly reduced.
"I have a question," Xander said a little awkwardly. "Were you friends with Jesse, in your world?"
Willow nodded. "Yes, for a bit," she said. "In junior high. We kind of...drifted apart after Xander died," she said. It was a little easier to say, to her surprise, than it had been before. "But he's a student at UC Sunnydale now. I see him around campus sometimes."
He nodded, and didn't say anything else.
"How come?" she asked, curious. "Is he one of the gang here?"
He shook his head. "He got bitten during our sophomore year in high school."
"Oh," Willow said. Xander's face clearly showed the pain he was feeling.
"He was trying to kill me and Willow one night, and...I had to stake him."
Willow inhaled with surprise.
"Oh." She put her hand briefly on his back. "I'm so sorry."
She felt shaken. The Jesse she had known was a bit of a smart aleck, always seeming to bubble with energy and mischief when he joined her and Xander in their games. He had always been more Xander's friend than hers, and it had been easy to drift away from him during the terrible summer after Xander's death. But knowing that Jesse was irrevocably dead shook her, and she shivered. She surmised that it probably haunted Xander even now. Killing your best friend wasn't something that was easy to get over
It suddenly made everything she had been told about Sunnydale - the vampires, demons, the
death, - that much more real. And sinister.
They walked for a bit in silence, and as the Magic Box came into view, Willow decided to ask another question - after they had covered such a grave topic, her question seemed somehow less intrusive now.
"Xander," she began. He glanced at her with a friendly look. "Can I ask...you sounded sort of hesitant when you told me about you and Anya before. How come?"
He exhaled. "Uh..."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she rushed to add.
"No, it's not that," he said. "It's..." He took a deep breath and seemed to steel himself. "We're engaged, actually. I proposed a few months ago. It was a pretty intense time - we thought the world was going to end. And everything seemed so much clearer then than it does now. I just knew that Anya was the one for me. I mean, she really loves me for who I am." He made an expression of disbelief.
"But now - I don't know. We haven't even told anyone about it yet, and she's so insecure," he said. "When she asked for a muffin just now - she wants our wedding cake to be cranberry-orange. I think she was trying to, I don't know, make sure I haven't forgotten."
She looked at him, sensing that he wasn't finished talking.
"It's just that...are we too young? Is it the right decision?" He stopped on the sidewalk a block away from the Magic Box. "Honestly," he said, "I think I'm a little scared. But I don't really feel like I can talk to Anya about it - I think she'd freak out."
"Do you talk to anyone about it?" Willow asked.
He shook his head. "We're usually dealing with some crisis, or recovering from some crisis, or everyone's wrapped up in their own drama. Not that I'm complaining," he said. "Will and I, we're older now and have different lives than we used to. And Buffy hasn't felt much like talking to anyone lately," he said with a rueful laugh.
"Your parents?"
"They're probably the last people I'd go to for advice about marriage," he said. "They hate each other. They're an example of what not to do."
She nodded. "My Xander used to talk about moving out of the house when he turned eighteen," she said. "He wanted to have a cool apartment and a job and a job and a 'hot girlfriend,'" she said. "But mainly he just wanted to get out of the house. It sounds like it was rough here for you, too."
He nodded, and a nostalgic look came over him. "I remember. I used to talk about that with my Willow too." He laughed a little. "It took a little longer than I wanted, but I eventually moved out. And now I do have a cool apartment. And a great girlfriend. I don't know why I keep feeling scared. Like maybe it's all going to be taken away."
Willow looked at him. If her Xander had lived, would he be like this Xander - fulfilling his dreams, but too plagued by self-doubt to realize it? Probably, she thought sadly. It was hard to escape your upbringing. Change was hard.
"Well, we'd better get back," Xander said, starting to walk again. "Thanks for the talk."
"You too."
They re-entered the Magic Box, and Willow carried the drinks into the back room while Xander stopped to talk to Anya.
"Heard from D'Hoffryn?" Xander asked, handing Anya the muffin.
She shook her head and sighed, stretching behind the counter. "Even during the best of times he hates running errands and answering questions, and I'm not exactly his favorite person right now. I'll be lucky to get any response from him at all."
He leaned across the counter and kissed her. "You're a good person for trying."
She looked surprised but pleased. "Thank you, Xander."
He smiled at her, tore off a piece of the muffin, and fed it to her. She blinked in surprise.
"Better hit the books," he said. She watched him as he walked toward the back room, two spots of color evident in her cheeks.
Willow looked up as Xander re-entered the room, and she took a sip of her hot chocolate. He was smiling to himself, and looked over at her as he took his seat. She smiled back at him, and then settled back into her chair with a sigh, resigning herself to finishing out the boring afternoon in the dim, silent room.