The moon was barley visible tonight. A young woman in her early '20's walked down the long, dark alleyway. This was the first time she was ever out THIS late by herself. She usually walked with her best friend, boyfriend...anyone. But tonight she was alone. There was a breeze out, it sent chills up her spine; causing her to shiver. A sudden rustling noise behind the dumpster made her jump. IT came toward her. She screamed. IT attacked with the force of a speeding car. The young woman was thrown to the ground where moments later the darkness engulfed her.

Buffy Summers checked her watch for the time.1: 45AM, still enough time to high tail it to the park for her nightly patrol of blood - sucking vermin, the scum of the earth, no, the scum on scum (if there was such a thing.). She was sitting at her usual table at the Bronze, the only happening place in this dull, lifeless town known as Sunnydale. But, Sunnydale wasn't dull at all. The town was on a portal called the Hellmouth, which attracted all kinds of creepy, crawly, evil doers. And Buffy, being the Chosen One was obliged to do everything she could to stop them, whether she wanted to or not. She glanced up at the two other people who were sitting at her table. Xander Harris and Willow Rosenburg, her two dearest friends who not only knew her identity, but also offered to help out and had more than once put their lives on the line for her.

Xander turned to Buffy, "Shouldn't you be out patrolling for those ugly, blood - thirsty, beasties we all know and love?"

Buffy smiled, Xander had a good sense of humor, but sometimes his jokes were so lame, that Buffy couldn't help but smile. "Yeah," Buffy replied pushing her chair away from the table, " wanna come?"

"Sure," Willow said, "You know we're always there for you. Xander and Willow stood up and together, the trio exited the Bronze.(Now, I know your all thinking, "HEY, I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MONKEES FANFIC, SO, WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY!!!! Well be patient, I was just building up the story. The lads will be coming up quicker than you can say HOBER REBER SOBER SOBEN HOBEN SEBEN SNACK...or something like that.)

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The park was quiet, ...a little too quiet for Buffy 's taste. Normally this place was crawling with vampires, considering the park was their favorite feeding ground. But tonight....ZIPO. " Is it just me, or is anyone else getting this nervous, queasy, ' I'm gonna wet my pants ' feeling.," Xander quipped. The two girls just looked at each other and replied in unison, "IT'S YOU." Although to be honest, Buffy WAS feeling a bit queasy, but no where NEAR wetting her pants. A bright flash of light interrupted Buffy's thoughts.

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"That's the last time I buy a time machine at a garage sale." wool hat said.

"Yeah," replied the short one, who spoke with a slight English accent. He reminded Buffy of Giles, her watcher, except Giles was taller and more clean cut, but he had a British accent. "You know, I never did trust that guy, I mean come on, he sold it to us for ten cents. Now, if it had been eleven cents man, that would be a different story."

The fuzzy one chimed in, " As I always say, never trust a man who sells you a time machine for ten cents."

Xander stood dumbfounded, "That thing is a time machine!"

"Well it ain 't a blender." replied wool hat.

The blonde seemed to be dazed and confused, " Where are we? What time is it? Who's the President? Who am I? Am I the President? When do we eat?"

The fuzzy one smacked the blonde in the back of the head, "How can you think of food at a time like this?"

"Easy', replied the blonde,' I always eat at 2AM." The other three looked at him disgustedly. With out warning, Buffy ran and tackled the fuzzy one.

"OK", Buffy replied casually, "But only if you tell me what I want to know."

"NEVER! ', he cried, ' Nothing you can do will make me talk!"

"What if I beat the hell out of you !", Buffy threatened .

Fuzzy stared at her for a few seconds, "What do you want to know?"

"A couple of things,' Buffy said, 'First of all, who are you?"

"That's an easy one,' he replied, "I'm Micky,' he pointed his thumb towards the other three, "That's Mike, Peter, and Davy. We're the Monkees."

Willow and Xander were baffled, "HUH?"

"We're a musical group." Mike said.

"But we live in L.A.", Peter pointed out.

"I KNOW THAT!' Davy snapped,' I was just quoting Dorothy from 'THE WIZARD OF OZ'."

"Ooh, can I be Toto?" Peter asked eagerly.

"WAAIT AMINITE, HOLD IT!" Xander said, making the time - out sign with his hands, "Who did you guys say you were?"

"THE MONKEES.M-O-N-K-E-E-S."

"I don't remember a group called the Monkees." Willow complained.

"I do", Buffy said plainly, climbing to her feet and pulling Micky up with her. He whimpered pitifully. "They were pretty big back in the sixties." "What do you mean WERE,' Davy clamored, 'We are big!"

"Yeah,' Micky squeaked,' it is the '60's."

Buffy looked him in the eyes, he seemed innocent enough, plus that pitiful look on his face made her feel sorry forever threatening him. She let go of him. "No it's not, it's 1999."

"Don't look at me!" replied Mike.

"I have no clue," said Davy. The three then turned toward Peter, who had a guilty look on his face.

"PETER?" asked Mike cautiously, even though he had a pretty good idea of the answer would be.

"Well, when we got into the time machine, there was this big, red button and, well...I...sorta...what I mean is...I...um...well I...I...I'm, I'm...I'M SORRYYYY!!!", Peter replied bursting into tears.

Mike, though slightly annoyed by his mistake, put a comforting had on Peter's shoulder and sighed, "It's OK Peter, it was an accident. We'll a way back. Don't worry."

Peter sniffled, "You mean it?"

"Of coarse I do, old buddy." The two boys hugged

Now, it was Micky's turn to ask questions. He turned to Buffy, "All right dollface, would you mind telling me who YOU are?"

"OH...yeah ...right ...sure, um I'm Buffy, and that's Willow and Xander." "Hi", the two replied meekly.

"Hi,' Davy said, 'Nice to meet you."

After calming Peter down, Mike walked over to Buffy. "Where are we?" With that, Willow stepped forward and exclaimed a little too enthusiastically, "WELCOME TO SUNNY DALE!" Mike just starred at her blankly. Meanwhile, Buffy and Micky were busy examining each other's clothes. "WHAT are you WEARING?" Micky exclaimed.

"What I'M wearing is normal for this era,' Buffy shouted defending her black leather mini skirt, white tank top, black boots and jacket, ' what YOUR wearing is a BIG fashion no-no, where did you get dressed at, Jimmi Hendrex's garage sale?" Micky started to reply, but was interrupted by a ringing noise. Buffy reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "Hello?"

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"Buffy', replied Giles on the other end, 'You must hurry over to the library, I'm afraid something terrible has happened."

"What?"Buffy asked grimly.

"There's been a murder, a young girl about your age, uh maybe a little older. She was found in an alley way...or what's left of her."

"What happened?"

"Well' Giles started, 'It appears that she was attacked and devoured by something that was certainly not a vampire."

"We'll be right over Giles." Buffy said and then hung up the phone. "We gotta go." She told Willow and Xander.

"But what about them?" Xander asked indicating the Monkees. Buffy thought for a minute before stating,

"They'll have to come with us."

"What's goin' on? Where we goin'?" Mike asked.

"I'll explain on the way." Buffy said, she started up the street, followed by Willow and Xander. The Monkees just looked at each other, then shrugged and trotted off after the others.

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