Hello! This is my first crossover so please be kind! It's a Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Dark Angel crossover. In the Buffyverse it takes place after Chosen. In Dark Angel it takes place after "I and I Am a Camera" but before "Hit a Sista Back." Please give back feedback, both positive and negative so I know how to make it better.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Dark Angel or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They belong to their respective owners, and I'm just borrowing them without asking to mess with their lives. ;) And if I did, then Dark Angel would have gone up to a fourth, maybe even fifth season. As for Buffy? Well...That stupid Riley would've never been born. . I no likey him!

Well, enjoy:D

Why? Why did it have to be this way? It had started out fine; they were all in position and ready to fight. Willow's spell had worked and they were winning…Sure she had gotten injured, but they were still winning. But next thing she knew they were all running, running to get out, before the whole place sunk. They had to hurry, hurry to the bus and get away from this place. Faith was almost out and she was trying to catch up to her when she saw him.

He was standing there, and she knew what was going to happen, her stomach squirmed and knotted up as she got to his side. "No…" She whispered out, her eyes holding a deep sadness as she knew he would not make it. He just stared at her as he glowed. The earth trembled, and she knew she had to get out soon.

"I love you…"

"No you don't, but thanks for saying it. Now go. I want to see how it ends."

It was time to go, she knew that, but as she watched Spike start to disappear, a painful cry made its way up her throat her heart ached as she watched him. She felt tears begin to form, as she said her goodbye and raced to get out. She was almost to the exit, when one of them grabbed her ankle, making her slip. She snarled at them, as they began to swarm her. She would not make it. 'I'm so sorry…Dawn, Willow, Xander...Everybody…' Her mind raced as she still continued to try and escape their clutches. She was about to give up, when she saw it; a portal not too far away.

She didn't even bother to wonder where it led to, or if she would even make it through it. She just knew it would save her; call it a gut feeling or slayer instinct, but she knew if she made it through there she would be saved.

She struggled free, her body working without contact with her mind. Before she even realized what was going on, she was throwing herself at it. As she went through, she felt something grab her leg. She growled and kicked it off, hoping it would not make it through. Suddenly she was rolling she couldn't stop until she slammed into a wall; there was clatter of metal hitting gravel. She groaned, slowly sitting up. She turned to where she had come from, and her eyes widened as she saw the portal closing.

Could she ever go home? Would she someday see her sister and friends? Will she ever know if they survived? These questions raced through her mind as she waited, not bothering to get up.

She should look around, find out where she's at, if it was a different dimension, but something stopped her. She just sat there, looking around, lost. She was in what looked like an alley. It was nighttime. Perhaps she was just in another city? It looked like someplace she could find on earth, perhaps she would be able to go home…

A small groan escaped her features as she held her side where she had been stabbed by a Turok-Han. For now she would be alright, her slayer healing was already kicking in, so that wouldn't be much trouble. She looked around more, her eyes falling on the scythe a few feet away. 'No…I gave it to Faith when…How?' She wondered as her fingers slowly grasped the handle. At least she could protect herself if she had too.

After a bit she stood up, using the wall for support. She leaned against it, putting the scythe underneath her jacket, and slowly made her way out of the alley. Her whole body was achy and bruised, and she could already feel another one forming at her ankle, where she had been grabbed before kicking the vamp away.

She stopped. 'Could it have made it through like I did?' She wondered her eyes scanning all around the dark alley. She didn't see it go through. The time it took for her to turn to see it close and her landing couldn't have been enough for it to come through and run off...Could it? It looked clear, but it actually being clear was another story. But, if it had made it through, wouldn't the first thing it would do would be to go after her? Here she was; an injured and a bit disorientated slayer. Easy kill. If it had come through, it should have been all over her by now, if not right away. Or perhaps she would have sensed it…

Still, she was the slayer; she wasn't taking any unnecessary chances. She had learned that the hard way…

'About fifteen more feet to the street…Can I make it if it really did come through too?' she wondered. Her grip on the handle of the scythe tightened as she carefully made her way to the street again. She looked to see that she was in a run-downed neighborhood. There were a few people out, not enough to be called lively, but enough to not be lonely.

She took a deep breath, tucked the scythe under her jacket more, and began to walk. She could feel stares from people, but she did not meet any of them. She just kept her head down, her eyes ever watchful and vigilant of her surroundings. She wondered how bad she looked…After all; she had just gotten out of a fight for her life. The first had basically declared war…Perhaps they would call the authorities. If they did, what would she say? She saw some men in black by some gates and stopped. A woman showed some ID before being waved in. She guessed they were cops.

So she needed ID huh…She didn't think the old, 'Oh I'm sorry officer! I left it in my other pair of pants!' would work. …Well, there was always the old fashioned sneaking in and maybe kicking their asses if they tried to stop her…That would work if she weren't injured and very tired. She sighed, suddenly feeling fatigued. She felt so sore, she was sure she would just drop out cold any second now.

She must have been staring at the gate because one of them was suddenly in front of her. She cursed in her head for not having been paying attention. The last thing she needed was to be caught with a weapon by the police and be taken in for questioning. Who knows what tactics they used.

"Move along." He said in a gruff voice.

She just nodded and turned the other way, walking off. Her pace was normal, not too fast paced nor slow.

She wondered why he didn't ask about her appearance. Or her injury. Her blouse's side was soaked in now dry blood. Perhaps this place was one of those, 'survival of the fittest' places. That would explain the way the world is and why not many pay attention to her. 'I mean come on! My clothes are worn out, cut and battered. I have blood all over the place. I would think they would take me in for questioning! Or maybe offer me some help!' She ranted in her head. Her face fell, 'Then maybe I am in a different dimension. This place is unlike anything I've ever seen or heard of.'

Her feet where taking her somewhere that her mind did not know. She didn't realize she had traveled a good amount of distance and hadn't noticed she had arrived somewhere until she realized she had stopped. She blinked. How long had she just stood there dazed and lost in thought? She sighed and looked around.

That's when she saw it.

The Space Needle, the one and only that it's in Seattle, Washington.

Her heart began to race as she thought of the possibilities. She could go home! Quickly she began to scan the street for a payphone, but her face fell as she noticed one small detail. Ok, one major detail.

This place was completely trashed. This wasn't how it was suppose to be. So this meant she had probably been sent into an alternate reality of her home. Her lips pursed together as she shook her head in determination.

No, if this was really an alternate reality that meant she could find a way home. She would just simply have to find the right people. She looked up at the needle and slowly made her way inside.

Soon she was at the top, and boy was this place completely trashed. There was garbage and graffiti all over the place. She saw some plastic coverings around.

Quickly she gathered as much as she could and made herself a makeshift bed. She sighed, holding her side. It was healing along great, but she needed to wash it up or it could get infected between now and the time it gets healed completely. She placed the scythe by the 'bed' and looked around the dark room. She sighed, lying on the side that wasn't injured. She stared into the darkness, wondering what everyone was doing.

'They're all probably getting ready to look for the rest of the chosen's.'

She would most likely not get to be there, to search for the other girls and help them with making the choice of to either train and fight the forces of darkness or ignore it and lead a normal life…A normal life that she never got to choose and have.

Her hand gripped the scythes handle to bone crushing status, but quickly she calmed. She closed her eyes, fatigue and weariness finally having fully caught up with her.

Her breathing evened out, and she quickly fell into a restless sleep.

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