Time Spin

Buffy sat beside Lonnie in the hut that belonged to the Old Mother. Lonnie’s mother, okay so from what she had seen the woman didn’t treat Lonnie like a daughter, when Buffy had asked Lonnie why this was she explained that while Old Mother had many children she was not a mother.



Buffy thought that was stupid, but then again she was from a time far, far away. ‘God I watched too much Star Wars with Andrew’. Sighing she looked around at her surroundings. It was a lot like she always pictured the cavewoman’s hut to be. It was bigger than the other huts in the village.



There were bags and small bones and ornaments hung from the ceiling. It was also partially underground, presuming to save heat.



In the center was a fire pit that was burning brightly at the moment, giving Buffy proper view of Old Mothers bed in the far back. She wondered idly if Lonnie’s bed was that size, she really hoped so. It looked about the same size as a full bed and was covered in furs and skins.



Turning when she heard a sound at the entrance, she caught her first sight of Old Mother. The woman was almost as tall as Lonnie, she was dressed in white skins that were yellowed with age, unlike Lonnie and some of the other tribesmen they covered her almost completely, the loin cloth was long and hung past her knees but left her thighs bare, a long sleeve top hung over the woman’s tall slender frame, looking up into the face that was going to be her ‘mother in law’ Buffy felt faint, this woman looked fierce.



The headdress nearly made Buffy laugh out loud, but she didn’t want to explain why so she held it in, the headdress was made up of bones and small stone beads, and from what she could tell Old Mothers head was shaved.



She felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. This was the woman that would decide whether or not she and Lonnie could STAY mates.



She really didn’t want to either A make a mad dash back to the stones or B be at the mercy of some of the cavemen that she had seen out there. Oh she knew she could take them but she had seen enough of Giles videos on ‘respecting your host countries customs’ that she didn’t want to kill one of those men and then get burned at the stake….okay maybe that was a stretch but still…it could happen.



Straightening when Old Mother removed her headdress and revealed that she was quite bald, and that the sides of her head were covered in small tattoos, Buffy took a moment to study the woman. She decided she could definitely see Lonnie in her mothers features.



They had the same eyes and mouth. Thank GOD Lonnie didn’t get het woman’s hook nose. She was in her own way strikingly attractive. She looked between Lonnie and Old Mother when they began some sort of unspoken starting contest.

After a minute of the infuriating silence she sighed heavily and jumped at the sharp look from Old Mother.



“What?” Buffy looked over to see Lonnie looking at her strangely. Okay…what was going on, turning when she heard Old Mother clear her throat.



“You are an outsider. Has Lonza not told you who I am?”



“Your Old Mother. The tribe’s leader.” Buffy looked nervously at Lonnie, she wasn’t sure how well the woman would take being called ‘mom’ so she kept silent.



“Yes, I am. I am also Lonza’s blood mother, a season ago; Lonza was taken while hunting in our woods. We have sent her soul to the spirits thinking her gone. Now she is returned to us, and wishes to have blessing to be your mate. That is correct?” The way Old Mother was staring at her suddenly made her feel like she was back in principal Snider’s office.



“Yes, yes it is.” Buffy scooted closer to Lonnie and frowned at the woman when she scooted farther away from the girl. ‘Okay what the hell’



“Your name is strange. Buffy, what are your people?” Old Mother apparently wasn’t done talking to her.



“Yea it’s not too popular where im from either, im from Buffalo, Buffalo New York.”



“I have never heard of these people. Did the horsemen kill your kind?”



“No…im um…from the stone cir…”



“She’s from beyond the stone mountains Old Mother.” Lonnie blurted out before Buffy could finish what she was saying.



Frowning slightly Old Mother stared at them closely. Nodding she seemed to accept Lonnie’s answer.



“That is your accent then. What were you for your people?”



“I was a hunter. I you know…killed things.” Buffy knew she couldn’t be more uncomfortable if she were sitting on light bulbs. She just wanted to know if the woman would let them mate because then she and Lonnie could leave and go…do stuff….no not hat kind stuff although that would be fun.



“She was hunter of the dark spirits Old Mother.” Old Mothers eyes shot up at that. Turning to Buffy with nothing short of awe.



“You are a slayer?” Taken aback Buffy was surprised at the change between moods so fast…’probably menopause’ nodding she saw the Old Mother smile.



“Then yes I approve your mating. Lonza is a great warrior and hunter for this people, only one equal to her can join with her.” Still smiling Old Mother stood and left the hut. Stunned she watched the woman’s retreating back.



Turning to Lonnie she shot her the hardest look she could muster.



“Okay what the hell was that? Why didn’t you tell her where im from?”



“Because…if she knows where you’re from you will be treated as a visitor and escorted back to the stones and you will never be able to stay.” Lonnie gave her a tight smile before looking over as Old Mother came back into the hut followed by a short woman that looked to be about the same age as Old Mother.



“Buffy, this is Shaman. She will complete the mating ceremony and this night we will have the festivities.” Buffy watched as the shaman went to Lonnie and fiddled with one of the dreads before taking out three of the beads and moving to the other side of her head and carefully worked them into Lonnie’s dreads on that side.



Then she turned to Buffy, it was then that she saw the bone comb and a small bowl of some goopy brown…’Oh fuck no’



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~Present Day: Skye~



She was back in Gypsies, this time she was alone. She had taken to coming to the bar almost every night. She sat in one of the far booths watching the tall white haired woman. Skye wasn’t sure what was wrong with her, but being around her suddenly just made her feel…something.



She knew she had a terrible crush on the woman who she learned was named Ryan. She didn’t think it was really Ryan but whatever…it suited her. And that accent that the woman had sure didn’t hurt that was for sure. She was sure it was French, it sounded like one that one of the potentials had.



Tonight she was dressed in the same ratty old jeans and sneakers; the only thing that ever changed was her top. Tonight it was a dark green shirt; she noticed the woman didn’t wear anything with logos on it.



Turning towards her she felt her heart catch when she realized Ryan was walking toward her. When the woman got closer, she got a stronger whiff of her scent and Skye felt her heart hammer into her chest, and her claws lengthen.



Normally when that happened it was cause she was pissed but this…this was something all together new. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand this. It was like every night it got worse and the more time Ryan spent within ten feet of her the harder it got not to go along with that part of her that was screaming ‘Mine’



Meeting Ryan’s gaze she smiled up at the tall woman. Seeing the tattoo that she hadn’t been able to figure out peeking out of the bottom of her sleeve she felt a fine sweat break out when her attention shifted from the tattoo to the way Ryan’s arm muscles shifted.



That’s when it hit her…what was wrong with her. It was the fever. It was the motherfucking Moon Fever. But dammit how was that possible? She wasn’t due to fall into the fever for at least another two months and dammit these things were pretty precise…so why was this happening now?



“Do you want anything else?” Ryan asked, Skye didn’t miss the flash that passed through the yellow eyes. ‘She knows’ Sucking in a breathe when Ryan leaned down and looked her in the eye.



“Don’t you think it’s about time you went home to your mate?” Skye was almost to distracted that the woman was talking to her that she didn’t realize what she had said.



“What…I don’t have a mate.” Skye tried not to snarl at her but dammit that fucking cocky grin made her to turned on and she had to do something.



“You’re lying. You’re too young to go through the fever on your own. So only way you go into it premo is if you’re mated. So get outa here before those nice little pheromones get the weres’ to worked up.” Ryan tilted her head behind her and Skye looked past to see a table full of werewolves looking at her like she was on the menu tonight.



Without so much as waiting for a response Ryan turned and went back to her work. Feeling flushed she tried to shake off what Ryan had said. Standing on wobbly legs she walked out of the bar and back into the parking lot to her Mothers jeep.



Climbing in she relaxed slightly and gripped the steering wheel. It wouldn’t do any good to go home reeking of pheromones. The smell was very much in its own category and she didn’t want to smell like this when she went inside because it sure as hell would wake up her entire skin walker family including Horus his three kids and Asher and his twins.



Last thing she needed was to explain that one. Cause like she didn’t want to gag whenever her Mother or Mom were downstairs and reeked of sex. Starting her engine she jumped when a hand shot through the driver’s window, shattering it.



“Dammit my moms gonna kill me” She snarled, between being hot n bothered inside and pissed the change wasn’t to far off. Throwing open the car door she stepped out to see three male werewolves leering at her.



“YOU BROKE MY FUCKING WINDOW!” Skye wasn’t too scared; she was stronger and faster than werewolves. Paid not to be a demon spawn.



“That’s not all were going to break girly” The Alpha purred. Skye knew he wasn’t bad looking but he smelled like urine and corpses….probably sleeps in the cemetery.



Snarling she bared her fangs and pulled off her jacket, putting just enough muscle on to be able to take them she waited for them to make the first move.



When the one closest lunged for her she shot her arm out and grabbed his collar before whirling around and throwing him over the jeep, turning in time to see one right on top of her she went down, snarling she lunged up and bit down on his shoulder, harder when she heard his yelp, raking her claws down his middle.



Suddenly the big one she had thrown was pining down her legs and she was snarling and snapping at the other two. The alpha had changed and right before he lunged at her she realized he was flying in the opposite direction.



Looking up she couldn’t fucking believe it. RYAN!



Twisting around until she could get enough leverage to knock the big ones balls up to his throat she kicked him as hard as she could. Watching at the one she had been fang deep in went flying. The big one recovered fast enough and lunged for Ryan and as they both went down she watched in amazement as Ryan shifted into a large CAT…HA she knew it.



Stunned for a moment when she heard gunfire break through the night air she watched in amazement when the big one stumbled off, dropping the small revolver before turning and running away.



Turning she dropped to her knees beside Ryan. Looking down at the gun wound in Ryan’s ribs, she put pressure on it and looked up when she saw the young boy that always was with Ryan come tearing across the yard.



“NOO!” Skye stepped back when the boy dropped down beside Ryan and began to shake the large cat.



Suddenly Skye snapped into action, years of living with and being around slayers snapped into action. Bending down she awkwardly picked up the large cat and carried her to her jeep.



“Kid get the door.” She waited while he did as she was told and then went around and jumped into the passenger seat. Watching while Skye tried to get the cat into the back seat. Shutting the doors she climbed into the driver’s seat and fumbled with her keys.



“Names Skye. What’s yours?” She turned and looked at the boy. She was curious but she also knew that it was best in high tension situations to keep any family calm.



“Remy” He said without taking his eyes off of Ryan.



“Nice name”



FINALLY the engine kicked on and as she pulled out she realized she had better think of some damn good excuse as to why she was off campus at two AM and why she was bringing back her Mothers jeep with two strange Skin walkers that weren’t pack mates. ‘Why did Mother have to be so damned territorial?’



TBC



Comments?



Yea…not sure if Remy should be Ryan’s kid or brother. What do you think?