Time Spin

Buffy sat beside Lonnie; they were in the largest hut, the one for unmarried women. She idly fingered on her dreads, ‘Yep, ladies and gents…she had dreadlocks’ apparently it was the hair style, according to the beads woven into the dreads on the right side of her head told whether or not she was married and to who.



She sighed sadly, she had put up a fight, even going as far as saying it wasn’t custom in her land. But then Old Mother said it must be done for her to be mates with Lonnie. So now here she was. They didn’t look bad, they were still forming. She had to let Lonnie roll them every night and they weren’t looking to bad anymore.



Looking over at her mate as she talked happily with one of the other women in the hut. She smiled, Lonnie looked so happy to be here. She couldn’t blame her. It was strange that after a year it sometimes felt like she had lived here all her life.



She hadn’t realized that it had been that long since she had walked through those stones and wound up in prehistoric Europe. But it didn’t matter anymore. Lonnie had told her earlier that day that at the end of the week the tribe was moving into the caves to get ready for the coming winter.



Buffy pulled her fur blanket closer around her and leaned over and rested her head on her mates shoulder. This was home.



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~Seven Years Later~



Buffy walked up the hill carrying her basket of fruits and herbs she had gathered in the woods with the other women.



“Buffy, are you excited for the ceremony?” Buffy turned to look at Winsol; she was one of the hunter’s mates and one of Buffy’s oldest friends here.



“Yes, till be good to see who will become the new Old Mother.” Buffy smiled.



That was the latest excitement in the village. Old Mother, Lonnie’s mother had died during the last winter. And the Shaman had been holed up in the woods for the last several days chanting and ‘talking’ to the spirits.



Tonight they would know who the new leader of the tribe would be. Everyone believed it should be Lonnie; after all she mated a slayer. Buffy was something of a legend here, at first everyone had stayed away from her but over time she had managed to befriend the women she worked with.



She wasn’t sure how many years she had been here, but she guessed it was close to nine. Turning down the trail she walked beside the other women into the village, watching as they all branched off to return to there homes she turned to see Lonnie sitting outside there hut fashioning another spear.



“Hey beautiful.” Buffy said, smiling down at her mate. Leaning down she kissed Lonnie softly and sat beside her. She knew better than to touch Lonnie’s weapons before a hunt or before they were finished.



There were beliefs here about some of the strangest things. Like if she were to touch the spear before Lonnie was done with it, her ‘woman’ spirit would infect it and it would never bring down animal…apparently the fact that Lonnie was also a woman never quite occured to the other men.



“How was the harvest?” Lonnie asked, smiling down at Buffy. Laughing when Buffy rolled her eyes.



“I thought we would never get it done. I saw demon tracks out near the river, looks like a small pack. I’m going to go and slay them tonight after the ceremony.”



Nodding Lonnie stood and tested the weight and balance of her spear. Reaching out her hand for Buffy they stood and walked into the woods.



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Sharja watched as Lonza and her mate walked into the woods. She felt her insides twist with anger, that damned woman had the slayer. She wanted her; she would have her she was sure.



She had lusted after the blonde woman since she arrived here all those seasons ago. It wasn’t fair that Lonza got her, she got everything. Always had since they were children.



She didn’t like how Lonza seemed to let her mate do as she pleased, let her run around with her own weapons and let her deny Lonza her body. She had lived with them shortly in the caves and had heard in shock as Buffy had denied Lonza her attentions simply because it was her blood week.



If Buffy were her mate, she would assert herself over the woman. Not let her control anything. It was as it should be.



Bending she picked up her club and turned back to her hut. She had to offer to the spirits again to gain favor. She knew the only way she was to ever become mates with Buffy is if she were chosen for Old Mother.



She knew she was a great warrior but Lonza would kill her for ever trying to take Buffy from her. So she had to become Old Mother, then she could claim Buffy and kill Lonza.



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Buffy lay against Lonnie’s chest, watching the small stream in front of them. She lay her head down and listened to the woman’s heartbeat.



It was amazing how life seemed to just speed by her. Looking up she smiled at her mate. Gently touching the tiny wrinkles at the corners of Lonnie’s green eyes.



Life was hard here, it was very rewarding and each day was new and different and she knew as a slayer she didn’t look her age. She guessed if she had been here eight years she was around thirty four.



No one in the village believed that was her age; apparently her mate was still in her twenties. Looking up at her she smiled at the way Lonnie was losing to sleeps pull in the sunlight.



Softly stroking her fingers up her mate’s thigh, she laughed softly at the small gasp. Lonnie turned and looked down at her, smiling.



“Last night wasn’t enough?” Lonnie said teasingly.



“Well, Last night was last night…this is now.” Buffy smiled sweetly at her lover as she softly reached under Lonnie’s loincloth and stroked the woman’s slit.



“MMmmm….you are a minx” Lonnie teased, subtly widening her legs. Buffy smiled.



“You knew what you were in for all those years ago. And you know you love me anyways.” Buffy smiled and leaned in for a kiss.



“LONNIE….BUFFY.” They turned when they heard Stones running toward them. He was a small boy about ten and the tribe’s messenger. “Shaman has returned. She’s ready for the ceremony and knows who the Old Mother will be.”



Groaning Buffy sat up. Looking up at her lover. “Rest now, you’re going to be up all night tonight.” Lonnie playfully groaned and stood. Following the blonde slayer out of the woods.



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~Present Day: Skye~



Skye watched as her mother and Aunt Willow worked over Ryan. After almost an hour they were able to work the bullet out of the tiger and Willow magically sped up Ryan’s natural healing abilities to heal her lung.



Looking over at Remy who stood beside her, she looked him over. His coloring was darker than Ryan’s. That wasn’t uncommon for male Skin Walkers though, David looked for Egyptian that Mother.



His hair wasn’t white like Ryan’s; he was a ruddy brown color. He was tall and slender; she could see how thin he was through his shirt. It wasn’t the natural lankiness that went with being a skin walker this was from lack of food.



She knew how hard it was to starve a skin walker, she knew her kind was able to store food and fat for a long time and for his bones to be sticking out that way…she didn’t want to think about how long it had been since he had a decent meal.



Suddenly he turned and looked dup at her. Obviously tired of her constant gaze. Skye stared him down.



“Is your mother going to kill us?” He asked suddenly. Skye was a little shocked by the question, and apparently so was everyone else in the room.



“No she’s not going to kill you.” Raya said from across the room. “David takes Remy and let him have the bottom bunk in your room. Skye pull out the couch and make it up. Were moving Ryan in there after your Moms done.”



Nodding mutely she went into the living room closet and pulled out a wool blanket and a couple pillows. Going to the couch she pulled it out and cleared the small end table to make moving the tiger easier.



Turning she went up to her room to get some spare clothes for Ryan to wear in case she shifted and woke up. Settling on a pair of her red pajamas that had little reindeer on em and an old Led Zeppelin T-shirt she went downstairs.



Standing in the corner she watched as David edgily led the smaller boy into his room.



Stepping back as her Aunt Willow levitated the tiger into the living room and laid her down on the pull out couch.



Turning she looked over at her moms and realized now that the tiger was out of danger, and everyone had left…she was in deep shit.



Taking a deep breathe she straightened up. She was surprised when her Mother walked up to her.



“That was stupid what you did. You do not bring a stranger you do not know to our home. Where your brothers and baby sister are sleeping only feet away. She saved your life, for that I am grateful. But if you would just fucking stay in at night she wouldn’t have had to save you. From now on you are not to go ANYWHERE but school. No sports no clubs. You are here in this house by three thirty everyday. You will do every chore, thanks to you your brothers are on vacation. You will also apologize to your Mom for making her worry….is that clear?” Skye stood transfixed by the rage in her mother’s eyes. Usually her mother ranted and yelled…never this quiet calm voice that was scaring the fuck out of her. Nodding she watched as her mothers went up the stairs and into there room.



TBC



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I was getting tired of Buffy being gone so long, and every time I went back to Raya, Faith or Skye they were in present time and so juggling two timelines was getting hectic so I sped things up a bit on Buffy’s end.