I am writing this story idea by request, and I decided to take it as a challenge to see if I could meet the expectations with my quality of work. Please feel free to do the same as I enjoy writing and I love a difficult task. Be aware it probably won't be on my list of priorities (got places to go, things to see, coursework to finish, essays to write) but I'll do my best. I thought it was a great idea for a crossover, so here I am, figuratively speaking of course and I was honoured to be asked to write something. AU. I can't remember the specifics of the series after the first two (It's been ages since I had the chance to watch them, the box sets were kinda expensive last time I checked) but it's probably sixth season sometime. Let me know if there are any major continuity errors I'll be happy to make amendments.

Special thanks go to michael68 for the idea!

Summary: Xander is trapped in a different body after receiving a curse from a Demoness. Xover with DC Comics.

Disclaimer: Neither characters from BTVS or DC Comics belong to me and are the respective property of their rightful owners.

The robot hung in star labs. The rusted metal had been repaired and chemically cleaned to a silver hue, too dull to be a mirror but light enough to give a gleam of menace. Its humanoid shape might have equalled the Joker's obscurity for all similarities it had to the rest of mankind. It was alone, locked in a room with no windows, occasionally someone might stop by to admire the workmanship or gaze in awe at what might lie within.

The head was of a helmet shape, not too dissimilar from the knights of Normandy depicted on the Bayeux Tapestry, the nose jutted out before melding with the brow and twisting inside the red glowing socket where the eyes would be on a living creature, but where the cameras were. Where the helmet should have cut off and hung into air, it clung to the skeletal ruby eyed face and twisted downwards, plating, like a skin, the neck wiring which was granted the need for better protection should the robot be needed for many battles.

The torso and arms were slender and fluid, built for allowing greater mobility while the gauntlets were armed with all the modifications the creator could give. One might say it had one or two tricks up its sleeve. The feet had a strong grip a weight to them, used for additional strength, anchorage or even solo space flights, it was a visitor from a far distant land.

Militaristic and regal it was a warrior android pure and simple. Space Junk that had landed in the nineteen sixties in a wasteland area it had been passed around from agency to agency each scientist that worked on it smashing computer screens in rage as it refused to give up it's secrets. Perhaps soon they would realise some secrets are best kept unknown.

Xander was tired. He was human. Some may have called him weak. His friends had defended him and saved his life too many times for him to count, but they weren't here any more. They were out saving some one else, he had been left behind in the magic shop with a headache and a box of aspirin to keep him company. He wasn't a guy that liked that irony. He could have run, could have tried to escape by doing what the Scooby Gang had always done best, run and pray for some dumb luck.

The nest of vampires had come looking for Buffy, travelling thousands of miles. Instead they'd found him. But he'd be damned if he went down without taking them with him, if he couldn't survive he'd make sure Buffy would live. She was important the girl who saved the world. He tagged along, but he was ok with it. He could still get take out every week, couldn't he? Live for me, Buffy. He thought desperately, if I take them with me, you have to live.

There a dozen of them. Snarling, snapping and prowling around the shelves, playing with him like he was a piece of meat thrown to a pack of hungry dogs. One might try and approach him only to be shoved back as they argued amongst themselves. Thank the saints Giles had tried to get him to take care of the equipment, instead of persuading him to become research boy again.

He slid a cross to underneath his jacket, and picked up a stake from the table where he'd been carving some more for the midnight patrols. In his other hand he held a vial of holy water he clenched it so tightly he thought he might crack it. Mustering up his courage he strode to the centre of the room.

'Hey! Dead boys and girls! Yeah, you…' The vampires were momentarily startled before they moved even closer to him than before 'guess that got their attention…' he cleared his throat 'I'm not going down without a fight.'

'I guess you wouldn't, such a brave, strong man as yourself.' A sultry voice called over at him from the entrance of the magic shop. A tall pouting brunette in a deathly regal purple dress stood framed in the doorway. She placed a hand on her hips suggestively. As the other vampires back away respectfully, she stalked up to him and whispered in his ear with a sickly sweet voice. 'Where's the Slayer?'

'In Hawaii. She can't get enough of those little umbrellas in the drinks.' Xander joked realising that moment how very dead he was. Anything vampires feared was a force to be reckoned with.

'I promise I'll make it quick…' she walked her fingers up his chest and held onto his chin, so he stared into her eyes, the fiery red eyes of a demon. This girl could rip him limb from limb, slice him into tiny pieces he didn't know what would happen but he knew from experience, anything could and most likely would.

'How about Italy? She likes Italian waiters got the whole tall, dark thing going for them and she always said she'd love to go to Rome.' Xander mumbled this all the while lost in the penetrating gaze of the she-demon.

'Tell me where I can find her,' the sharp voice grew in anger it was not often a man like this resisted her and then he did the unthinkable. He smashed the vial of holy water across her face revealing the true creature beneath, a writhing, white haired, fanged monster. The true face beneath someone was rarely a pretty thing.

The shrill cry of fury emanated around the room, almost splitting Xander's ears. The vampires fled in terror, because they knew what he did not. This was a mage demon and to face her wrath could be enduring the tortures of hell itself. She began chanting and advanced on Xander pulling him up by the scruff of his neck, smoke steamed from the ground and the lights shorted out as the mystical energy absorbed the electricity.

As the mage demon nearly completed the spell she spoke in English to Xander 'You will suffer as I have suffered, dying slowly beneath a false skin I condemn you to agony before meeting your fate, as you have brought me mine!'

'Sorry Xander, no offence, but that's my job.' Buffy swung an axe into the demon and she keeled over to move no more. Depositing the axe carelessly on the floor Buffy hurried to her friend. 'I saw all these vamps running out the magic shop so I thought-'

Xander allowed himself breath a sigh of relief. 'I really thought I was a goner there for sure too…'

'Glad you're not.' Buffy smiled 'You're buying popcorn tonight for the movie.' Her voice grew more serious as she felt her friend sway under her grip. 'You okay? You look a little shaky.'

'Buffy, I'll be-' it was the last thing he remembered saying with his own voice. The words rasped in his throat and he looked at Buffy with a longing pain which made her rush over to his side. The next thing he knew his head had hit the floor and he felt the breath driven from his body. He was as cold as stone. He thought this would be what it felt like if it was dead. Except his head wouldn't hurt so much…

Let me know what you think. Unless I get reviews this will be fairly slow going. It's a change of pace from what I usually write so I hope people enjoy :)