~PART 5~

Well, my double in this world is a pretty forgiving guy. Not only is there the whole Faith issue, but he gets along with Angel, too. I really can't understand why; I mean he's still the same brooding, guilty, jackass that he is back home.

I met Willow today. She and Oz have been making the L.A. club circuit. Get this: Willow dropped out of college to become a full-time groupie. It's way weird. She doesn't act like my Wills. Apparently she was quite miffed at me because I never returned her affection in high school. That's what Faith and my double tell me, anyway. She hooked up with Oz and hasn't been the same since. She doesn't do the witchy thing anymore - she stopped after restoring Angel’s soul. I think she's a werewolf, but no one knows for sure. She and Oz don't come around much.

Oz is different here too. He's much more aggressive than my version. It's like he's embraced the wolf. Made it a part of him. He and Angel get in the same room and it's like a pissing contest. Alpha male style.

It's weird here. There is no Anya, no Tara, no Buffy, and no Dawn. Oh, and speaking of which, Faith has a kid sister. Her name is Hope. She is the 'Dawn' of this world. She's a cutie, but she's not ... Dawn. Too short, almost black hair, and the darkest brown eyes you've ever seen. It's obvious that she is Faith’s sister, they act the same.

Faith… where do I start? She is NOTHING like the girl that tried to kill us all. She's sweet. She cares about people, about me - my double that is. Giles is her father; he adopted her and Hope. He's happy. It's kinda bizarre to see him act all parental around Faith. Just goes to show you that everyone has the potential to be good.

I don't hate it here, but I hope I leave soon. It's just too strange, too opposite of everything I'm used to. I wonder if Dru left Spike in this world, too? That's another thing that bothers me. Spike killed Buffy. I know she was a different person in this world, but the thought of him having his 'one good day' and killing my friend has always bothered me. In this world it's done. Then again, in this world he never loved her. I hope that makes a difference back home. I know that someday the chip will stop working. I just hope we don't all die when it does.

I've only been here for four days. I've been staying with Xander as Faith and Hope both live with Giles. It's peculiar; he looks like me, but we are so different. He works in an electronics store. He is the top sales guy, has a nice apartment, drives a pickup truck, and collects antique weapons. He was never possessed by a hyena or a soldier, never dated the fabulous Ms. Chase or made out with Willow. He has a perfectly normal 9 to 5 life. He just happens to date the slayer.

On that note, might I add that he and Faith are good as a twosome? They are. It is freakishly weird to see them together. When I think of Faith and me, I remember the feel of her hands on my throat, the lack of air and the dizziness that followed. But when I look at this Xander with this Faith, I see a happy couple who are so desperately in love it almost makes me sick. It's like watching Buffy and Angel before all the Angst, or Buffy and Riley before the Initiative turned out to be the bad guys.

Last night, she and Hope came over to watch movies with Xander. I guess they do this every week - family night. I tried to leave. I said I'd go visit with Giles to give them some privacy. They insisted that I stay. I sat through four hours of chick flicks, hand holding, and mushy sentiments.

Okay, I changed my mind. I hate it here, and I want to go home!

Xander closed his journal and slipped it into his backpack. He put the backpack on and prepared to head back to Xander’s place. It was nice spending the day alone in the park, but it was starting to get dark and he really didn't want to die in some strange world where Buffy was the bad guy and Faith saved the day.

As he stood up, that eerie dizzy sensation hit him again. He held onto the bench and closed his eyes until it passed. He fell over as soon as the dizziness stopped. He opened his eyes to see why he had fallen. The question was easily answered when he saw that there was no bench in front of him. Actually there was no park, either. He looked at his surroundings and bit his tongue to keep from screaming.

There was a huge pile of rotting corpses in front of him. Some were human, most weren't. He turned around and ran as fast as he could.





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