Slayer dreams #2
Dec. 30th, 2002 07:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyBuffy the Vampire Slayer/Back to the Future crossover dream.
We're back in 1955 again, only something has gone even further wrong, and Marty's daughter (NOT the daughter from the second movie!) has shown up (not via DeLorean--it seemed to have been an accident). She knows enough to look for Doc Brown, and finds him and Marty at the high school. This is the second time Marty's come back to 1955, and the timeline is already in trouble (for those who have read A Tale of Time City, the people in that book would say it had gone critical): there have been race riots. Things are already not looking good.
Marty's daughter is a gothy, flannel-wearing kind of chick (she and Lorraine hate each other when they meet), and it turns out that her agenda is to prevent Lorraine and George from getting married--not because she doesn't want Marty to be born, but because if Lorraine doesn't marry George, then a different version of Marty will fill the gap. It's not that Marty won't be born, as he and Doc think, it's that one version of him will be replaced by another.
Marty doesn't like this (oddly enough), and they're back at Doc's house arguing about it when the first Marty shows up on his doorstep. They're still frozen in panic when a third Marty shows up, and then a fourth, and they start deviating more and more wildly from the original template of Marty McFly. And then a geek-Marty shows up who's figured out this proliferation--the timelines are splitting and collapsing, but all of them with this event in 1955 as their node--and has decided the only thing to do is start killing the other versions until he's the only one left. (A little Highlanderish, come to think of it.)
A chaotic segue, as versions of Marty take each other out, and our Marty and his flannel-Goth daughter try to escape them, and the whole of time comes crashing down around their ears. How they ended up in a department store with the apocalypse thundering outside, I do not know. But they do--with at least one other time traveler who knows that the only thing that can possible restore stability to the temporal continuum is (drum roll, please) Buffy. Because she is what this traveler (and good god was he being played by Peter Wingfield?) calls the "core Slayer." No alternative version of Buffy can disrupt her hold on her reality and her identity. She can bring the fractured multiverse back together. "We need Giles," he says.
Marty's goth daughter says, "It's 1955. Is Giles even born yet?"
(They're my figments; OF COURSE they all have a minute and encyclopaedic knowledge of BtVS.)
The Peter-Wingfield-time-traveler says, "It doesn't matter. We know what we have to do--we know where Giles needs to be in forty years time. We have to form the Watchers' Council to be sure that he gets there."
"No!" howls Marty's goth daughter. "I refuse to be responsible for the existence of Quentin Travers!"
"Quentin Travers already exists. You aren't responsible for him."
Marty's goth daughter opines grumpily that the world would be a better place if Quentin Travers were never anything more than a politician, but allows herself to be overruled.
So the whole history of the Watchers' Council is faked (explains why they're so damn clueless, doesn't it?): they came into existence in 1955 for the sole purpose of getting Giles to Sunnydale to be Buffy's Watcher, in order to restabilize the temporal continuum after the disasters wreaked upon it by Marty McFly.
Don't look at me. I just live here.
We're back in 1955 again, only something has gone even further wrong, and Marty's daughter (NOT the daughter from the second movie!) has shown up (not via DeLorean--it seemed to have been an accident). She knows enough to look for Doc Brown, and finds him and Marty at the high school. This is the second time Marty's come back to 1955, and the timeline is already in trouble (for those who have read A Tale of Time City, the people in that book would say it had gone critical): there have been race riots. Things are already not looking good.
Marty's daughter is a gothy, flannel-wearing kind of chick (she and Lorraine hate each other when they meet), and it turns out that her agenda is to prevent Lorraine and George from getting married--not because she doesn't want Marty to be born, but because if Lorraine doesn't marry George, then a different version of Marty will fill the gap. It's not that Marty won't be born, as he and Doc think, it's that one version of him will be replaced by another.
Marty doesn't like this (oddly enough), and they're back at Doc's house arguing about it when the first Marty shows up on his doorstep. They're still frozen in panic when a third Marty shows up, and then a fourth, and they start deviating more and more wildly from the original template of Marty McFly. And then a geek-Marty shows up who's figured out this proliferation--the timelines are splitting and collapsing, but all of them with this event in 1955 as their node--and has decided the only thing to do is start killing the other versions until he's the only one left. (A little Highlanderish, come to think of it.)
A chaotic segue, as versions of Marty take each other out, and our Marty and his flannel-Goth daughter try to escape them, and the whole of time comes crashing down around their ears. How they ended up in a department store with the apocalypse thundering outside, I do not know. But they do--with at least one other time traveler who knows that the only thing that can possible restore stability to the temporal continuum is (drum roll, please) Buffy. Because she is what this traveler (and good god was he being played by Peter Wingfield?) calls the "core Slayer." No alternative version of Buffy can disrupt her hold on her reality and her identity. She can bring the fractured multiverse back together. "We need Giles," he says.
Marty's goth daughter says, "It's 1955. Is Giles even born yet?"
(They're my figments; OF COURSE they all have a minute and encyclopaedic knowledge of BtVS.)
The Peter-Wingfield-time-traveler says, "It doesn't matter. We know what we have to do--we know where Giles needs to be in forty years time. We have to form the Watchers' Council to be sure that he gets there."
"No!" howls Marty's goth daughter. "I refuse to be responsible for the existence of Quentin Travers!"
"Quentin Travers already exists. You aren't responsible for him."
Marty's goth daughter opines grumpily that the world would be a better place if Quentin Travers were never anything more than a politician, but allows herself to be overruled.
So the whole history of the Watchers' Council is faked (explains why they're so damn clueless, doesn't it?): they came into existence in 1955 for the sole purpose of getting Giles to Sunnydale to be Buffy's Watcher, in order to restabilize the temporal continuum after the disasters wreaked upon it by Marty McFly.
Don't look at me. I just live here.
