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“Buffy!” Dawn cried out, “Nooo!”
She woke up realizing she was in bed. Rolling over she dragged the covers further up, almost over her head, to block out the light streaming in the window. Buffy’s eyes snapped open. Her bedroom window did not let the sun in in the morning hours. Sitting up she realized this wasn’t her bed or bedroom, that is unless someone had gotten a king size bed when she wasn’t looking.
“Oh good,” a tall brunette woman piped merrily entering the bedroom, “ya’ll had us worried for a spell. How are you feeling?”
Stock-still Buffy sat staring at the curvaceous brown-eyed woman. She watched the stranger sit on the bed facing Buffy and didn’t flinch when she placed a hand on her brow. Buffy finally managed to gasp, “What… How… Who?” she finished pointing at the woman.
Shaking her head a rueful smile crossed her lips. She exclaimed, “Oh lordy, where are my manners. I’m Daisy Mae Duke. According to your license ya’ll are Buffy Anne Summers.” Daisy brandished Buffy’s Driver’s License squinting and saying, “Also, it appears ya’ll is from the future. Cause, Dahlin? It’s 1986 not 2002.”
“Oh. No.” Buffy stuttered, “It’s a.. it’s a gag gift. From a friend. Of my family. A family friend?”
Daisy just stared at her, eyebrows raised, in mild amusement. Her face dropped and completely serious she said something very shocking.
“You are also the Slayer.”
Buffy did a very good impression of a fish.
Suddenly, Daisy smiled all sunshine and flowers once more.
Taking a very deep breath Buffy said, “Oh, you’re very good.”
“Why thank ya!” Daisy exclaimed perkily, “Ya’ll are too kind!”
Smacking the bed Daisy jumped up. Pointing to the closet she offered, “Fresh change of clothes is in there Buffy. Bath is down the hall. Come on down to the Kitchen when you’re done.”
Freshly showered and shampooed Buffy entered the downstairs kitchen feeling… refreshed.
Standing by the counter in her tank top, short-shorts, and heels Daisy clapped her hands saying, “Hey ya’ll, listen up.”
The three young men at the kitchen table, one in a sheriff uniform, stopped joking while the elder country gentleman paused in flipping his pancakes. Glancing at Buffy they politely waited as Daisy introduced her, “Everybody, this is Buffy Anne Summers. Buffy, the blond heartbreaker is Bo Duke, the rascal next to him is Luke Duke, my cousins. That’s Deputy Enos Strate, he’s the one what found you. And that is our Uncle Jesse Duke.”
Each of the men uttered greetings, “Hi!” “Hello!” “Howdy!” “Ms.”
Jesse ordered, “I gots lots of victuals prepared young lady. Now you just sit down in that chair right there.”
Somewhat dazed Buffy slowly sat down feeling uncharacteristically shy. A plate completely covered by the biggest omelet she had ever seen was placed in front of her. Jesse grinned, “Eat up Slayer.”
That broke Buffy’s shock. Gathering herself she demanded, “Now hold on. How do you know I’m The Slayer.”
In answer Daisy quirked an eyebrow saying, “Bo?”
Chuckling her overly tall cousin stood up hooking his elbows back. Daisy cupped them and lifted him off the floor of the kitchen.
“Ah.” Buffy said. Smelling the omelet she took her fork and started eating.
Buffy was gone.
“It was only a tiny drop of my blood.” Dawn told Willow. Curled on the couch clutching to her Willow-y life line she whimpered, “It was just a DROP of my blood! I was trying to scry the past to do… research, yeah.”
Willow snorted, stroking Dawns hair and said, “Suuuurrre.”, sarcasm evident in her voice.
Dawn tilted her head up trying to pout. Willow gave her ‘resolve face’ so Dawn dropped the pout. She said, “Not buying it huh?”
Pensively Dawn sat up crying softly, “Oh Willow, what are we going to do? How are we going to get Buffy back?”
“I don’t know yet Dawnie,” Willow said biting her lip thoughtfully, “But we’ll think of something.”
At that moment there came a knock on the door. Looking at each other, puzzled they rose to look out the window. A tall busty brunette woman stood there looking around then knocked once again. Sharing a glance Dawn and Willow shrugged and moved to the front door.
Upon opening it the stranger’s lips broke into a sun lit smile. Rushing forward she grabbed Dawn in a hug exclaiming, “Oh ain’t you just the cutest little thing!”
Turning to Willow she said, “And you must be Willow!” hugging the confused red-head Wicca immensely.
Dawn broke in stating, “Okay, you know who we are. Who the hell are you?”
“Dawn Marie Summers, Language!” came a surprisingly familiar voice from the open door.
Willow gaped in shock. Dawn open and closed her mouth like a fish.
Buffy stepped into the doorway as Daisy said, “Ya’ll misplace somthin’?”