Greetings and Salutations. Okay, this is my first challenge. It's a Buffy/Mutant X crossover and was delivered by Manticore-gurl 071134. The parameters are:
Doc. Buffy isn't as slayer but feral Buffy/Angel pairing Season 3 or 4 Willow/Oz pairing Pg-13 ish Knows Adam someone Possible shal's sisOne other thing, Shalimar's Buffy's age. Well, that's it. Have fun.
"Come on." Buffy muttered as she and Willow made their way through the park. "What, we beat the Mayor and all the demons make a run for it?"
"Well, maybe we filled the Hellmouth with rocks and stuff." Willow suggested. "You know, closed it permanently?" Buffy grinned at her friend.
"I doubt it, Wills." She said. "It's probably…" Her nostrils flared. Since the final battle with the Mayor, there had been some changes in Buffy. Her senses had been heightened, as had her strength and agility, past anything she had experienced before. Willow was the only one she had told, mainly because Giles would have worried. Besides, it wasn't all bad, if you discount the fact that Sunnydale had a serious brimstone smell.
"Trouble?" Willow asked. Buffy sniffed the air. She was slightly wigged by how naturally it had come to her, how easily she trusted these new instincts.
"No, not trouble." Buffy said, glaring at one tree in particular. "Not for us, anyway. Right, Angel?" Willow stared at her friend.
"How'd you know it was me?" The souled vampire said as he stepped out form behind the tree. Buffy shrugged.
"I always know when you're around." Buffy said non-chalantly. She tried not to show how much it hurt seeing him. He had left after the Mayor had been defeated for her own good if you listened to him. "What are you doing back here so soon anyway?"
"Whistler." Angel said. "He told me I was needed here." That you needed me, he thought. "So I came back."
"Any clue why?" Buffy said as calmly as possible. She made a mental note to turn Whistler inside out next time she saw him. Angel shook his head.
"Not really. Just 'the only way to save her is to be with her.'" Angel said.
"An impossibility, right?" Buffy said, angrier then she had meant to. "Look, whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it, so why don't you go off wherever." She turned and stormed off, leaving Angel and Willow standing there.
"I'm sure she didn't mean it." Willow said. "She's just angry, that's all. You did hurt her with that whole 'this is for your own good thing'."
"I thought I was right." Angel muttered. Willow stared at him for a second.
"All right, what aren't you telling her?" She said. "And don't try and back out of it. See, I have Resolve Face. You're not leaving until I get answers." Angel sighed.
"I hate when you do that." He said. Willow continued to glare. "Alright, alright. Whistler said something about a secret past coming back to haunt her, something that will bring everything into question. I…we could loose her."
"What past?" Willow asked. What could there possibly be in Buffy's past that could bring everything into question? "Is it something Buffy knows about?" Angel shrugged.
"I don't know." He said. "That's all he said. Willow, you can't tell her. This is something she has to discover." Willow thought a moment.
"Well, maybe she already has." Willow said, explaining about the new powers.
"That's how she found me? She smelt me?" Angel couldn't believe it. In all the time he had known her, in all the time he had been watching over her, she had never shown that kind of ability. Or had she? Was there something he had missed? He wasn't sure. "Look, Willow, you better go after her, make sure she's alright. I'll do a quick patrol and head back to the manor."
"Okay." Willow started off. "Oh and Angel? She really is glad you're staying I know it. She's just…confused."
"I know." Angel said, moving off.
Buffy moved at speeds she had never been capable of before. She couldn't believe him. He disappears for a ridiculous reason, and then just appears suddenly on the orders of some short greasy balance demon and thinks everything can go back to normal? No, that's not right, she thought as she slowed down. He didn't say anything about things gong to normal. Those had been her thoughts. Now…
"Well, looky here." A familiar voice broke her train of thought. "If it isn't the Slayer?" Buffy turned slowly. Her instincts were telling her to take it easy. She knew the voice, and she knew he was dangerous.
"Spike." She said dangerously. "I thought we had a deal."
"True enough, but Dru's not here." Spike explained. "She dumped me for some fungus headed Chaos demon, so I thought I'd come back to good old Sunnyhell and have some fun with my old friend the Slayer."
"I'm not in the mood right now." Buffy said. "Get out of here, or I do what I should have done long ago." Spike laughed, pulling on his game face.
"Oh, please, get over yourself." He said, launching at him. Buffy fell backwards, sending the vampire up and over. He got to his feet quickly, and turned to find Buffy in a low stance, almost to the floor. "You changed your styles, love?" Buffy growled, and, to Spikes surprise, her eyes change momentarily. Yellow closed from two sides, creating the image of cat's eyes before returning to her normal eye colour. "What the hell…?" Spike didn't get a chance to finish as Buffy launched at him, hands outstretched. He fell to the ground as she closed one hand around his throat, the other smashing down on his face. He gave an inhuman roar, throwing her off. "Where the bloody hell'd that come from?" He yelled. Buffy landed on her feet, again crouching low, ready to strike.
"Don't know, don't care." She said in a low threatening voice. "But I kinda like it." She launched at him again, fully intent on ripping his head off. Spike leapt to one side and took off running. Buffy ran after him, using her enhanced senses to lead her on the trail. She came to a stop at the cemetery. She sniffed the air momentarily. Nothing. "How does it feel to be hunted?" She muttered, turning for home. Spike watched from his perch on a nearby tree.
"I don't know." He muttered in answer. "How does it feel?"
Willow made her way towards Buffy's house, hoping to catch her before she got there. She kept one hand on the cross under her jacket. She should have asked Angel to walk her, but with Buffy in the mood she was in…
Willow was about to give up when she saw Buffy ahead of her. She ran to catch up. "Buffy, are you alright?"
"Yeah." Buffy said, turning towards her. "I'm good."
"You sure? You're all…sweaty." Willow commented. Buffy wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Yeah, well, I had a run in with Spike." She told Willow. "No big, but he got a serious fright out of it." So did I, Buffy thought.
"No big?" Willow almost exploded. "Buffy, think on that a moment. Spike is back. Spike. Not exactly a bunny rabbit here."
"Wills, its fine." Buffy tried to calm her down. "I see him, I'll stake him. Its that easy." Willow looked at her doubtfully. "No, seriously Wills, I can take him. He ran from me."
"Excuse me? Spike ran?" Willow couldn't believe it. "This is the same Spike, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but…" Buffy suddenly wrapped her arms around herself. "I scared him off, Willow. I did…something. The increased sense and everything, they hit a peak, right while I was fighting him. All those instincts I've been hiding from everyone started guiding my actions, showing me how to do things I've never done before. I was moving faster than I ever have before. It…scared me a bit too."
"Hey, don't worry." She said. "I'm here, and there's Oz and your mom and Giles and Angel and…" She stopped and gave Buffy a weak look. "I shouldn't have said that last one, huh?"
"Don't worry about it." Buffy said. "Your right. And besides, if Angel wants to help, well good for him. It'll just be a while before I can get close to him again, and that's a good thing, right?"
"Right." Willow said as they headed for her place.
"We have something." The agent said as he walked into Ekhart's office. "Possible new mutant." Ekhart looked at the photos. They showed a young woman executing impossible moves.
"Do we have a name yet?" The albino asked.
"Not yet sir, but we're looking." The agent said. Ekhart nodded.
"Where were the photos taken?"
"Sunnydale, California."
"Send some men." Ekhart ordered. "Find her and bring her here." He looked at the photo again. This one, he would get to before Adam did.
She fought valiantly, but there were just to many of these shadow things. Every time she took one down, two more would rise to take its place and the more she fought, the stronger they got. This was one fight she wasn't going to get out of.
That's when she showed up.
The first sign of her that Shalimar had was a flash of light, then the sensation that there was someone beside her, fighting along side her. By her movements, the woman was a feral, like Shalimar herself. Beside the blonde hair, she couldn't get any other feature, not facial or anything else. All Shalimar knew was the moment she showed up, the shadow's started losing ground. Eventually, there were no more. Shalimar turned to her mysterious saviour. "Thank you."
"No big." The other said. "Someone had to bail you out." She turned to walk away.
"Wait. I don't even know your name." The girl stopped.
"I can't tell you." The girl said. "Not here, not yet. But soon. We'll meet soon."
"When?" Shalimar asked. She got the feeling that she should know her. But from where? "How will I know where to find you?"
"Don't worry." The stranger said as a brilliant light engulfed her. Shalimar saw a sign of some sort behind her, couldn't see what she said. "I'll find you."
Shalimar sat bolt upright in bed. That was the third time this week she had had that dream, and she was no closer to figuring out what it was all about. Was it for real? Who was that girl? Shalimar crawled out of bed. She wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight. She never did after that dream. She'd train a bit before everyone else woke up. Then…well, she'd figure that out later. One thing was for sure. The dream had a more desperate feel this time.
As she walked toward the training room, Adam X, the mentor and leader of Mutant X, came up beside her.
"Your up early." He noticed. "Something up?"
"No." He gave her a sideward glance. "Okay, maybe. I've been having these dreams, but they don't feel like dreams." She outlined the dream to Adam, who nodded.
"Well, as I see it, we have two options." Adam said. "We can leave things as it is for the moment, see if any more options come up, or we can get Emma to have a look and see if she can find anything."
"You believe me?" Shalimar asked, surprised.
"Well, I don't see any reason to discount the possibility." Adam said. "After all, the majority of this rather strange family are mutants. Who's to say this isn't one feral in need reaching out for another?"
"It didn't feel like that." Shalimar said. "It felt like…I knew her. Or, should have known her." Adam nodded.
"Well, I'll check the database for someone with a connection to you." He said. "In the mean time, let's get Emma out of bed." Shalimar grinned at the prospect as she checked her watch. Four thirty.
"I'll get the ice." She said with a smile.
Angel sat back in the chair. I can see why Buffy was complaining, he thought. There was nearly no activity what so ever. Still, it gave him an excuse to stop by Willy's. The souled vampire grunted. He'd given Willy nearly all the money he had and all he had gotten was an 'I'll look into it'. He was so frustrated he could hit something. Asking about the lack of activity was an even bigger bust. Angel walked to his training area. A couple of hours, then some sleep. He was met with an unexpected figure.
"Spike." The peroxide blonde vamp turned to him. "What are you doing here?"
"Peaches." Spike said. "What a pleasure. I thought you'd left."
"I asked you a question." Angel said threateningly. "Don't make me ask again."
"What no shop talk?" Spike said. Angel growled. "Alright, settle down. I had a run in with your Slayer, only she wasn't acting like her."
"Buffy?" Angel breathed. What had happened after she had run off? "What do you mean?"
"Besides the fact she nearly took my head off with her bare hands?" Spike drawled. "I'm tellin' you, it was down right frightening, seeing a Slayer acting a like some kinda animal, an' I'm don't scare easily."
"Never figured out if that was courage or stupidity." Angel said. Spike winced.
"Bloody hell, you've been with that bloody Slayer to long." Spike said.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Angel said. "Is there anything else, or are you done over exaggerating?" Spike threw his hands I the air.
"I'm not bloody well exaggerating." He exploded. "I'm telling you the truth. She was movin' faster, hittin' harder an' that trick with the eyes…"
"Eyes?" Angel suddenly took him seriously. "What about them?"
"Oh now you believe me." Spike said. "I thought you said…"
"What about the bloody eyes?" Angel roared, sounding more like Angelus than anyone else. Spike balked.
"They kinda got yellow shading around the edges." He said. "Like eyelids. They closed into a cat's eye, then went back to normal." Angel stormed out of the room.
"This can not be happening." Angel said, going into the cupboard under the stairs. He came out with a box under his arm. "Of all the things that could happen…" He muttered some choice oaths under his breath.
"What the hell are you on about?" Spike said. Angel turned to him, as if just remembering he was here.
"You tell anyone about this, Spike, and I'll make you wish Dru had never turned you." He growled. " I'll make you wish your parents had never been met, had never even been born. Now, out." Spike didn't argue. He'd known the Poof long enough to know that when he got that tone about him, you did what he said.
Angel opened the box and pulled the phone out, pressing a number. He held it to his ear until someone answered. "Hello, Adam? I need that favour."
Well that's it. Let e know whaqt you think so far, cause there is more. This ones to much fun to stop.
Stay Tuned.
Doc.
