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This story is No. 3 in the series "Growing Pains". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Maybe hypnotizing Buffy wasn't such a good idea. The secret slowly comes out, what's Xander to do?

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > DramaSithicusFR151722193,90430 Aug 0930 Aug 09Yes
Author's Notes: The full on cross over doesn't happen until next time, but there are certainly hints abound in this one. Also, I know it kind of ends a little on the abrupt side, but that's the way it came out in the writing phase. I hope it isn't too bad.

Disclaimer: Joss own's it, not me. Succint and to the point no?



Willow and Faith stood in front of Buffy, who was sitting in a chair, Xander was off to the side waiting to see what happened. In Willow’s hand was a pocket watch, a cliché method of inducing hypnosis, but it was the only thing Xander could find in the house that would do the trick. Buffy’s face looked normal, as though she’d just fallen asleep.

“When I snap my fingers you will open your eyes,” Willow said, “you will remember everything that happened before the nightmare.” Willow snapped her fingers. Buffy opened her eyes, Xander stared in complete shock when he saw those eyes. They were a very vibrant blue, but instead of being the way any other human’s eyes looked they started off with a blue circle then a black circle and in the middle a little white dot.

“Holy optical illusions Batman,” he quipped.

“That’s not funny,” Faith reprimanded.

“Ok, but seriously what happened to her eyes?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Willow admitted, “they shouldn’t have changed or anything. Maybe I did something wrong.”

Faith shook her head and patted Willow on the shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Red, something tells me there’s a lot more goin’ on here than just a simple nightmare.”

“Understatement of the year,” Xander muttered.

“If you’re not going to help you can go keep Kennedy busy,” Willow threatened.

“No thank you,” Xander said with a slight shudder. The last time he was asked to go keep Kennedy busy he’d nursed a cracked rib for over two months. She hadn’t meant anything by it, but Xander learned his lesson not to get between her and her quiet time.

“Ok, so what should we ask her first?” Willow wondered uncertainly.

“Why not try something simple,” Faith suggested.

“Oh right, um, Buffy, what was your mother’s maiden name?”

“Mother, I don’t have a mother and who’s Buffy?” Buffy asked innocently, her tone wasn’t too different, but there was a hint of some kind of inflection in it that hadn’t been there before. And her native Californian accent wasn’t as noticeable.

“You are,” Faith reminded.

“She won’t recognize your voice, Faith, only mine,” Willow reminded. “Your name is Buffy, you were born to Joyce and Hank Summers in Los Angeles California, don’t you remember?” she asked feeling a sense of foreboding.

“I am not, how come you’re saying these lies?” Buffy demanded. “I was created by the Professor, don’t you remember!” she said, her voice going up an octave as she reprimanded Willow.

“I… No I don’t remember that, but for some reason it sounds, familiar.” Faith nodded agreeing with what Willow said while Xander got a nervous look on his face as he shot the three of them uncertain looks.

“Guys I think maybe we should have gotten Giles here to help, something isn’t looking right to me and I’m getting a little wigged out here,” he said.

“How do you think we feel?” Faith cried out indignantly.

“Yeah, I mean, this is starting to feel wrong. Very, very wrong,” Willow added in a hesitant tone. Buffy sat quietly waiting for the next question directed at her.

“Maybe we should try and ask her about the dream instead of this other stuff it’s clearly upsetting you,” Xander suggested trying to get them back on track.

“Boy toy has a point,” Faith agreed.

“Ok, ok, Buffy… I mean whoever you are, do you remember what happened? With the strange energy blast?” Willow asked, careful not to call it a dream because they were trying to determine if it was actually a memory.

“Oh yeah, that nasty monkey shot us,” Buffy said almost child-like in tone, “he used that funny ray gun thing on us to make us grow up faster.”

“Grow up faster?” Xander repeated. “How can a gun make somebody grow up faster?”

“Buffy who is Us?” Willow asked with bated breath.

“Me and my sisters of course, don’t you remember, Blossom?” she asked looking directly at Willow with a concerned expression.

“Blossom?” Willow repeated.

“Blossom,” Faith repeated a familiarity to her tone.

“Ok, who the heck is Blossom?” Xander asked with a concerned tone.

“Xander, I think I was,” Willow said turning to face her oldest and dearest friend with a concerned expression on her face.

“Uh, huh?” Xander mumbled in slight shock.

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