Summary: Buffy ran away from home, but she went to a place a lot farther away from Sunnydale. To a place and time no one would suspect. To Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1966. Buffy the Vampire Slayer/The Outsiders Crossover.
Time Setting: Buffy's time setting starts off at the end of the last episode of season two (where she's running away after killing Angel).
The Outsider's time setting starts off in the beginning of the book.
Info on Buffy: Since I'm posting this on "The Outsiders" section, I figure I should give you some info on Buffy. Basically, Buffy became the slayer when she was fifteen. The slayer is the chosen one whose responsibility is to protect mankind from vampires and other things that go bump in the dark. Buffy is now sixteen and hating life when she ran away. Her best friends are Xander and Willow, both of whom are upset with her. The love of her life, Angel, is 'dead' because she had to kill him to save the world. Her mother told her not to come back home. Lots of drama for the Buffster.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter One: Time Travel and Accidents
(1998)
Buffy wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she speed walked towards the cemetery. She sniffled a little and clutched her sports bag as she picked up a little speed, almost sprinting towards the bus stop. She stopped in front of it as the bus to L.A. stopped in front of her, clutching cash in her hand.
"Hey," a man near her hissed, and she turned towards him, "Running away to L.A.?"
Buffy nodded wordlessly and the man's smile widened.
"You obviously don't want to be found. I've got a place you can go where you'll never be found. Not just far away from here physically, but through time too."
Buffy rolled her eyes and turned back towards the bus. "Yeah, right."
"Slayer, you believe in time travel, don't you? I can make it happen." He responded, and rolled his eyes when she looked at him in surprise. "Everyone in the demon world knows you're the slayer."
The bus driver cleared his throat and asked gruffly, "Are you gonna get in or not?"
Buffy hesitated and shook her head. The folding doors closed in her face and the bus sped off. She set her bag on the floor and stuffed her money in its pocket, turning to face the man with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"I swear I will make this worth your time," he told her, smiling maniacally.
"You better," she responded, already regretting her decision. He held out his hand to shake and she grasped it when everything turned white.
(1966)
Buffy groaned and clutched her head in pain. He grabbed the telephone pole and lifted herself off the ground.
"Stupid, Buffy," she reprimanded herself, "You don't trust oily guys with creepy shifty eyes. Especially ones who talk about sending you back in time."
She rubbed her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sunlight. Shaking her head in disbelief, she picked up her sports bag and checked for her things. Everything was there—three outfits, one toothbrush, one hairbrush, and two hundred dollars. Wait, no. Now it was one hundred dollars. Guess he charged a fee for knocking people out with that electrical charge thing in his hand and dumping them in some unknown place.
She started walking on the sidewalk looking for any clue as to where she was when a red car zoomed from behind her towards the boy in front of her, in the middle of the street. The boy froze like a deer caught in headlights, and Buffy ran towards him, pushing him out of the way and getting hit by the car, her body rolling on to the car and down on to the road.
"Oh my God, are you alright?" a man yelled from across the street, and many more people ran to her, trying to make sure she was okay.
"I'm fine," she protested, wriggling out of the middle-aged man's grasp and running away.
"Wait!" a voice called out behind her, but she ignored it, running blindly, just hoping to get away. She stopped in front of an old oak tree, gasping for breath.
"Wow, you're fast," a voice gasped behind her, and she swung around to see the boy she had pushed out of the way.
"You're hurt!" the boy cried out, noting the gash on her forehead.
"I'll be fine." Buffy told him, "Believe me, I've been hurt worse."
"You saved my life. I don't know what to say."
"How about thanks, and lets leave it at that?"
The boy shook his head. "My name's Ponyboy Curtis."
"Buffy," she replied, giving him her real name. She was in the past; there was no way anyone could find her here.
"That's a very interesting name," Ponyboy remarked.
"Yours is too. Mine is short for Elizabeth."
Ponyboy nodded and eyed her duffel bag.
"Are you staying here?" he asked, gesturing towards the small motel they were in front of.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I think I am. Yeah, until I get a job."
"You want to stay at my house?" Ponyboy asked shyly and Buffy cocked an eyebrow.
"Um... are you asking me what I think you are asking? Because you look way too young for me. And, no offense, but I usually go for older guys."
Ponyboy flushed a deep red. "No," he explained, "I mean you could stay at my house until you get a house. I live with my two older brothers. You saved my life, It's the least I could do."
Buffy shook her head in amazement. "People in this time period are so much nicer."
"Huh?" Ponyboy said in confusion and Buffy shook her head.
"Never mind. Sure, I'd love to take you up on that offer. I promise I won't stay more than two to three days."
Ponyboy shrugged. "Stay as long as you want."
Buffy laughed. "Don't ever tell a person that. You might just regret it."
Ponyboy shook his head. "I don't think I will," he responded, and blushed at his own forwardness. Buffy smiled gently at him.
"Thanks, Ponyboy," she said, and Ponyboy started leading her towards his house.
"So, can I call you Pony?" Buffy asked curiously.
"Sure. Can I call you Elizabeth?"
"Nah, I think the name doesn't suit me."
Ponyboy nodded in understanding. He wouldn't want to be called anything other than Ponyboy or Pony. His name was part of who he was. They stopped in front of his house.
"I know it isn't much," he told her embarrassed, and Buffy shook her head adamantly.
"It's great," she replied cheerfully and grasped his hand. "I feel like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore. But this is nice."
Ponyboy blushed again at her forwardness and led her to their house. How was he going to explain this to Darry and Soda? He was sure they wouldn't mind. Kind of. Okay, a beautiful blonde staying with them for a couple of days? Especially one that looked and talked like a Soc, but treated him like he was a person, like he mattered, and not like some 'dumb greaser'? They'd love her.
He opened the door and led her through the cluttered living room.
"Sorry about the mess."
"Hey, I like this! It seems more homely this way," Buffy reassured him. Ponyboy pushed clothes and things off the couch and they sat down.
"Buffy, I don't mean to pry, but are you running away from home?"
Buffy sighed and faced Ponyboy nervously.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Ponyboy told her.
"Nah, I think I owe it to you for letting me stay here. Yes, I ran away from home."
Ponyboy nodded. "One more question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Are you a Soc?"
Buffy looked at him blankly. "A Sosh? What is that?"
"No, a Soc," Ponyboy corrected. "And a Soc is a Socialite, the rich kids."
Buffy shook her head. "No, I'm not a Sosh. I'm middle class."
"It's Soc," Ponyboy corrected again, but Buffy had already stopped listening.
"Do you hear that?" she questioned.
"Hear what?" Ponyboy asked, looking around nervously.
Buffy got up, ready to fight, when a boy with way too much grease in his hair walked in the room.
"Hey, Two-Bit," Ponyboy greeted, and Buffy relaxed knowing that Ponyboy knew him.
"Is he one of your brothers?" she asked. Before Ponyboy could open his mouth, Two-Bit did.
"I am if you want me to be. Ponyboy, you didn't tell me you knew such a gorgeous lady," he flirted.
Ponyboy didn't say anything and Buffy asked looked him over curiously.
"So, are you two friends?" she asked.
Two-Bit nodded. "Yeah, like brothers. So what's a nice looking broad like you doing on this side of town?"
Buffy cocked an eyebrow and found herself grinning despite herself. Two-Bit's smile was infectious.
"I'm staying here for a while," she replied.
"Really?" Two-Bit asked. "Me too! How long are you staying?"
Ponyboy looked at him in surprise and Buffy smiled. "Two to three days."
"Me too!" Two-Bit exclaimed happily and Ponyboy rolled his eyes.
Buffy's stomach growled loudly and she blushed when it was obvious they heard it.
"Hungry?" Ponyboy asked.
"Yeah," Buffy answered, "I haven't eaten since yesterday morning."
"Let's go out and eat," Two-Bit suggested and, to his surprise, Ponyboy nodded in agreement.
"Sounds good to me," he said, and Two-Bit grinned a sly smile.
"I'll bet it does," he said in a teasing voice.
Ponyboy blushed hard. "Let's just go," he muttered.
"Alright, lover boy, let's go," Two-Bit teased and Ponyboy blushed harder.
"Alright, lets go," Buffy interrupted with a smile, "We can bicker and tease at the restaurant."
"Yeah," Two-Bit said, a half smile on his face, "Let's go. I can't wait."
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! The rest of the gang will show up in the next chapter.
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