I get bored far to easily. that's all i'm going to say on this.

Buffy/X-Men crossover. Sometime during the X-Movies, but nothing really solid. IF the X-Men actually appear, I'll solidify a timeline. After the movie for Buffy.

And for those interested, I have a paragraph for Distant Destinies. finally. sweatdrops

I own nothing. NOTHING!!

A Frosty Change

Buffy looked up at the Frost Academy in awe. "This is a school?" She said in shock. "Who goes here, Dracula?"

'Nothing so droll, my girl. Why don't you head up to the house? I'll meet you at the door,' Buffy stood there a moment with her eyes bulging. Even as she stood there, a gift she had kept hidden, even from her watcher Merrick, kicked into gear as her extraordinarily sharp mind began processing the first of what she guessed would be a series of shocks.

She wasn't half wrong as a shape rocketed past. A voice was heard saying, "Let me take your bags" before the streak vanished into a window of the massive building.

"O-kay…" Buffy said before heading in, her mind working furiously. Something told her this was going to be much more interesting than she had thought.

Emma Frost, headmistress of the Frost Academy for the Gifted and Troubled listened to the girls thoughts as she approached the building. She had never heard thoughts moving at such speeds, or so logically, in all her years. Well, not entirely true. There was one, but she was rather…unattainable. This one was young. Malleable. And lost, fragile, in need of support and guidance. Guidance she would give, moulding the girl into a mentat fitting Emma's social status.

With a grin as Guthrie snatched the girl's bag, Emma Frost walked towards the door to her office. Yes. Miss Summers would do nicely.

Two months later

Buffy was almost amazed at the speed she had learned the duties Miss Frost expected her to complete in return for a full scholarship: everything from general secretary skills to things that were…less than basic. But, for the sharp intellect Buffy was finally able to exercise without concern of consequences, utterly enjoyable.

'Elizabeth, may I have a word?'

'At once, Miss Frost,' anyone else would have gotten Buffy's usual sharp tongue for calling her Elizabeth. Emma Frost had given her someone to talk to, someone who believed her stories, that she was the Slayer. It earned her Buffy's respect, which was harder to come by than it used to be. Something her father had lost.

Buffy gathered the papers Miss Frost had asked her to complete, reports on her business rivals and possible allies, as well as a school in New York that seemed much like the Frost Academy, and headed towards Emma's office, nodding to several students she past. Many thought her the next Miss Frost, some even thought she was Emma's daughter. Dressed in her tight white slacks and white halter, with long knee high white boots, with a cool demeanour that near perfectly mirrored Emma's own, one could see where they might think that. In truth, Buffy found that it was easier keeping people away, so the aloof act helped greatly.

Of course, that didn't make one iota difference where Samuel Guthrie was concerned. The Kentucky born and bred mutant wasn't fooled by her act for an instant. In fact, he found the whole thing quite amusing. Buffy smiled thinking about the blonde mutant, whos blast shield had become such a large part of her own 'plan B'. While she did think of Sam as a friend, despite her best efforts, she had no intention of letting anyone who might force her back into the role of the Vampire Slayer and, should it be necessary, she had devised an escape strategy based on that, once Miss Frost's teachings had encouraged her mind to become fully 'active'. To that extent, she had factored Sam into an escape that would lead them deep into the Canadian Rockies. From there, she would tell Sam to head for home. She had been cultivating his loyalty to that end, and was fully confident he would do what she asked.

It sickened her that she would stoop to using someone who had welcomed her into his life so warmly, but she would not go back to that 'life' of death and darkness. She would rather die herself.

As Buffy entered Emma's office, she took notice of two rather stiff looking gentlemen that reminded her of Merrick. She instantly began preparing her escape.

"Here are your reports, Miss Frost," Buffy said, cooly, placing the pile on Emma's desk.

"Thankyou, Elizabeth," Emma said. "Take a seat please," Buffy did so, taking another look at Emma's guests. One was younger, not much older than herself, with brown hair, a crips suit and intelligent eyes. Those eyes, unfortunately, only saw what they were told to see, Buffy surmised, noticing the way the young man's gaze flickered to the older man, also wearing a formal suit and a serious expression. "This is Mr Quentin Travers and Mr Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," Wyndam-Pryce. Two of the families that seemed set against the Hellfire Club Miss Frost had joined recently. Travers was also an old family name, whose members had been both members and enemies of the Club. Most intriguing. "They asked to meet with you regarding your…past exploits," so, they were Watchers, like Merrick. Did this mean there was a group? Not enough information. Still..., Buffy would have to dig a bit deeper into the Hellfire Club. If the Watcher's were a group against demons…

"Miss Summers, your continued services as the Slayer are needed," Travers said. No formalities, no 'we request your assistance'. Buffy found it refreshing compared to the backstabbing she was used to.

"I see," Buffy said slowly, without emotion. "You are aware, of course, that the only reason I'm not currently spending the remainder of my teen years a guest at one of LA's juvenile detention centres was Miss Frost's intervention?"

"A most regrettable situation," Wesley spoke up. Buffy noted the intelligence in his eyes again, this time seeing thoughts running through them. He was far smarter than Travers, that much was obvious. "Had we been aware of the situation…"

"Yes, had we been aware," Travers cut him off. Wesley looked chastened. Buffy made one decision.

Travers was an ass.

"However, we were not," Travers continued. "Because our agent was killed whilst under your guardianship."

"Odd," Buffy said, cocking an eyebrow. "I was under the impression that it was Merrick's job to guide, guard and prepare me. Was this incorrect?"

"Not entirely…" Wesley began again. Once again, Travers cut him off.

"That is not the point," he said. "The point is that you will be coming with us…"

"Mr Travers," Buffy said. Her voice was devoid of all emotion, her eyes filled with a calculating look that made Travers pause. "I do believe Mr Wyndham-Pryce was attempting to explain something to me. If you would allow him the time."

"You arrogant…"

"Mr Travers," Buffy said again. "I think I've had about enough of your interruptions. Now, Mr Wyndham-Pryce. If you wish to discuss what happened in Los Angeles and my continued service as the Slayer, next time come alone. I find Mr Travers' company to be somewhat…overbearing. Now, if you gentlemen would excuse me, I have school work to do and several private projects to attend to. Miss Frost," without another word, Buffy rose to her feet and walked out.

The moment she left, a very shocked and annoyed Quentin Travers shot to his feet.

"Miss Frost, what is the meaning of this?"

"Did you honestly expect her to roll over and let you order her around?" Emma said, raising an eyebrow. "Mr Travers, you know as well as I that she is a very strong willed young lady. Personally I rather like it."

"She is the Slayer, it is her duty to follow orders," Travers exploded. "It is the way it has always been done."

"Then I would suggest you try something new," Emma said. "Because I doubt you're going to get very far with this one. And if you make a move against any of my students, I shall be very, very cross."

"Miss Frost!"

"Now, I am very busy. If you gentlemen would please excuse me."