Note: Buffy and any other characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not
belong to me. They belong to Joss Whedon, Fox and any other folks who have
rights to them. Mulder, Scully and any others from The X-Files also do not
belong to me. They belong to Chris Carter, Fox and any other folks who
have rights to them. This is a work of fan fiction. Neither money, nor
other compensation is being given to me, nor will I accept any money or
compensation. This story is being written for the enjoyment of myself and
other fans. This story is a crossover and can probably be considered AU as
well.
The night seemed extraordinarily long to the man as he sat in his car watching through a rain-spattered windshield for some sign of movement in the darkened alley. His sources had assured him that this was the part of town to go to if he wanted to catch a glimpse of what really went on after dark in Sunnydale. Of course, his sources had also assured him that there were creatures in Sunnydale that were not human. For Fox Mulder, that had been enough to get him out on this dreary night, as it had the previous four nights.
Out of habit, he reached for a doughnut and took a bite. It was dry and crunchy, the last remnant of the dozen he bought the previous day. He washed it down with cold coffee that, from the bitter burnt flavor, had to have been the dregs of a near empty pot left too long on the burner.
He shook his head. This was certainly no way to spend a vacation. Maybe he should have taken that cruise he'd told Scully he was taking. He shrugged mentally, thinking that he could easily go check the cemetery. His sources had also suggested he spend time there, but he'd thought they were kidding the way they said it. He set the cup of coffee back into the cup holder and then dropped the last bit of the doughnut back into the box.
It was five-thirty in the morning and the sun would be up in about thirty minutes. He could leave now and get a good breakfast before going to the hotel to sleep. He reached out to turn the ignition key when movement caught his eye.
A young couple was walking down the street. Odd, he thought, as he watched them approach the alley he'd been watching. The woman seemed a bit tipsy. The man, looking very pale, was scanning the street as though watching for danger. They seemed to be having some kind of conversation. Mulder rolled his window down a little so he could hear what was being said.
"I want to go home," came the woman's voice through the light rain.
"I'll take you home, but let's just stop here for a bit." The man was drawing her into the alley.
"No! I want to go home now." She started to struggle and the man grabbed her by the upper arm and began to pull her into the alley.
From the look of the guy's face, Mulder knew there was something wrong. He checked to be certain his holster was unsnapped and then unlocked his door. Before he could get out, more movement caught his eye.
A young blond haired woman in a black jacket and blue jeans sauntered up to the alley entrance, placed her hands on her hips and glared at the man. "Hey, you, of the facial deformity type, didn't your mother ever tell you not to man-handle a woman? Why don't you apologize, let her go and maybe we can forget about all this and call it a day. It's getting late." She glanced up at the noticeably lightening sky. "What do you say?"
"Go away girl, before you get hurt," the man snarled.
"Okay, we'll do it your way." The girl advanced toward the man.
Mulder got out of the car and drew his weapon, afraid the man was really going to hurt someone after being antagonized like that. Vaguely, he wondered why he hadn't noticed the man's obviously deformed face before. He could have sworn it was a handsome young man with the woman. A blur of motion brought him back to the present.
The girl had launched into a sprint toward the man, who in turn, pushed the woman he was struggling with away from himself. The girl hit him with a flying kick that knocked him off his feet and sent him rolling for about fifteen feet. The girl landed lightly and was already advancing on him as he shook his head.
"Who are you?" The man asked.
"It's so nice to meet someone here who doesn't know who I am." The girl smiled, then continued. "As far as you're concerned, I'm the boogey man." She pulled something out of her jacket that looked like a sharpened piece of wood.
The man bared his fangs and snarled at the girl. "Slayer."
Mulder shook his head and looked again. The fangs were still there.
Before Mulder could react, the man closed with the girl and they hit the cement in a whirling tangle of limbs. Both were raining blows on one another faster than anything Mulder had ever seen. Suddenly, the man stiffened and sat up, the sharpened piece of wood sticking from his chest.
The man began to topple off the girl, and then exploded in a cloud of dust, leaving the piece of wood to clatter to the cement. The girl got up and brushed herself off, then retrieved the wood. "Mr. Pointy comes to the rescue once again and do I even get a thank-you? Nope." She looked back down the alley at back of the woman running away.
"Are you all right?" Mulder finally managed to get the words out as the girl put the wood back into her coat and turned to walk away. "I saw that man and he.well, he's gone."
"Sure I am. I'm just out for an early morning stroll to get the blood flowing and wake up for the day." She put on her best humor the adults who ask questions they should not ask smile. "It's getting late and I'd better get moving."
"Wait a second miss. My name is Fox Mulder. I'm with the FBI. I want to know what just happened here."
"Trust me, no you don't." She began walking away. "Nothing happened here. Nothing at all."
"Hey, who are you?" He asked as she continued walking away.
"Who am I?" She paused her walking for a moment. "I'm Buffy."
As if that explained everything, she continued walking away and Fox Mulder watched her disappear around a corner as the sun came up and a new day started in Sunnydale.
The night seemed extraordinarily long to the man as he sat in his car watching through a rain-spattered windshield for some sign of movement in the darkened alley. His sources had assured him that this was the part of town to go to if he wanted to catch a glimpse of what really went on after dark in Sunnydale. Of course, his sources had also assured him that there were creatures in Sunnydale that were not human. For Fox Mulder, that had been enough to get him out on this dreary night, as it had the previous four nights.
Out of habit, he reached for a doughnut and took a bite. It was dry and crunchy, the last remnant of the dozen he bought the previous day. He washed it down with cold coffee that, from the bitter burnt flavor, had to have been the dregs of a near empty pot left too long on the burner.
He shook his head. This was certainly no way to spend a vacation. Maybe he should have taken that cruise he'd told Scully he was taking. He shrugged mentally, thinking that he could easily go check the cemetery. His sources had also suggested he spend time there, but he'd thought they were kidding the way they said it. He set the cup of coffee back into the cup holder and then dropped the last bit of the doughnut back into the box.
It was five-thirty in the morning and the sun would be up in about thirty minutes. He could leave now and get a good breakfast before going to the hotel to sleep. He reached out to turn the ignition key when movement caught his eye.
A young couple was walking down the street. Odd, he thought, as he watched them approach the alley he'd been watching. The woman seemed a bit tipsy. The man, looking very pale, was scanning the street as though watching for danger. They seemed to be having some kind of conversation. Mulder rolled his window down a little so he could hear what was being said.
"I want to go home," came the woman's voice through the light rain.
"I'll take you home, but let's just stop here for a bit." The man was drawing her into the alley.
"No! I want to go home now." She started to struggle and the man grabbed her by the upper arm and began to pull her into the alley.
From the look of the guy's face, Mulder knew there was something wrong. He checked to be certain his holster was unsnapped and then unlocked his door. Before he could get out, more movement caught his eye.
A young blond haired woman in a black jacket and blue jeans sauntered up to the alley entrance, placed her hands on her hips and glared at the man. "Hey, you, of the facial deformity type, didn't your mother ever tell you not to man-handle a woman? Why don't you apologize, let her go and maybe we can forget about all this and call it a day. It's getting late." She glanced up at the noticeably lightening sky. "What do you say?"
"Go away girl, before you get hurt," the man snarled.
"Okay, we'll do it your way." The girl advanced toward the man.
Mulder got out of the car and drew his weapon, afraid the man was really going to hurt someone after being antagonized like that. Vaguely, he wondered why he hadn't noticed the man's obviously deformed face before. He could have sworn it was a handsome young man with the woman. A blur of motion brought him back to the present.
The girl had launched into a sprint toward the man, who in turn, pushed the woman he was struggling with away from himself. The girl hit him with a flying kick that knocked him off his feet and sent him rolling for about fifteen feet. The girl landed lightly and was already advancing on him as he shook his head.
"Who are you?" The man asked.
"It's so nice to meet someone here who doesn't know who I am." The girl smiled, then continued. "As far as you're concerned, I'm the boogey man." She pulled something out of her jacket that looked like a sharpened piece of wood.
The man bared his fangs and snarled at the girl. "Slayer."
Mulder shook his head and looked again. The fangs were still there.
Before Mulder could react, the man closed with the girl and they hit the cement in a whirling tangle of limbs. Both were raining blows on one another faster than anything Mulder had ever seen. Suddenly, the man stiffened and sat up, the sharpened piece of wood sticking from his chest.
The man began to topple off the girl, and then exploded in a cloud of dust, leaving the piece of wood to clatter to the cement. The girl got up and brushed herself off, then retrieved the wood. "Mr. Pointy comes to the rescue once again and do I even get a thank-you? Nope." She looked back down the alley at back of the woman running away.
"Are you all right?" Mulder finally managed to get the words out as the girl put the wood back into her coat and turned to walk away. "I saw that man and he.well, he's gone."
"Sure I am. I'm just out for an early morning stroll to get the blood flowing and wake up for the day." She put on her best humor the adults who ask questions they should not ask smile. "It's getting late and I'd better get moving."
"Wait a second miss. My name is Fox Mulder. I'm with the FBI. I want to know what just happened here."
"Trust me, no you don't." She began walking away. "Nothing happened here. Nothing at all."
"Hey, who are you?" He asked as she continued walking away.
"Who am I?" She paused her walking for a moment. "I'm Buffy."
As if that explained everything, she continued walking away and Fox Mulder watched her disappear around a corner as the sun came up and a new day started in Sunnydale.