Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon.

A/N: I'm having kind of a Drabble palooza going on in my head at the moment. I've got all these ideas that I think would make great fics, but I'm just too busy to write them in the proper length they deserve. Hence the drabbles.

Incidentally, just to contradict myself, I'm not sure if this is actually a drabble. It might be a cross between a one-shot and a drabble. In any case I hope you enjoy.

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Fallen

She'd been cheering him on, mostly cause he was the one closest to her, but he never did manage to duck in time.

The red shiny light shot out from that wiggy woman's wand (and Buffy knew it was a wand cause . . . well, cause it looked like one, what with the pointing and the waving and the magic) and hit his chest. Straight on. Full. It looked like it might have hurt, but it must have just knocked him out, what with him closing his eyes and all.

Buffy didn't even attempt to catch him because a) she couldn't physically step out from behind the curtain and b) she couldn't physically step out from behind the curtain.

Next thing she knew he was there. With her. Behind said curtain.

He looked like a vamp.

That was the very last thought Buffy had before she was being sucked through the curtain; the curtain that she wasn't supposed to ever step out of. The curtain that Buffy knew she was never supposed to step out of because she had tried to for three damn months — with no results. Now all of a sudden, just because one strangely under-nourished guy got pushed through, she could get out?

Well . . . obviously she could because she was now on the outside looking at the curtain, which she couldn't see through anymore. It was just an ordinary black curtain ― surrounded by a stone arch.

Okay.

Weird.

She looked around.

And blinked.

The battle that had been going steady for the past five minutes had stopped. The kid that had been screaming and crying since that vamp guy had taken her place behind the curtain had finally stopped screaming and crying. The wiggy woman who'd sent him there and her Skeletor compatriots had stopped tossing around spells, as had their opponents.

Buffy knew it was more on account of her than anything Gandalf guy had done. Even though he'd just performed some really serious magic on those Skeletor dudes. More magic than she'd seen even Willow do at her best.

"Uh . . . hi?" she waved awkwardly. "You guys wouldn't happen to know where the nearest phone is, would you?"

The faces stared at her in silence.

"Guess not."

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A/N: I thought that was very cliff-hanger of me to end it like that. But as I said, it's sort of half drabble half one-shot.