Notes: Been a long time, but this one popped up and wouldn't go away.

Disclaimer: Still waiting for someone to come up with a disclaimer song…

I TOLD YOU SO, COMIC-CON STYLE

By screaminheathen69

Just the other day, Buffy had thought to herself 'My life couldn't possibly get any stranger'.

She really should've known better.

Case in point: They'd tracked a rogue vengeance demon to the San Diego Comic-Con. Now, can you imagine the kinds of chaos a vengeance demon could cause in an environment like that? Uh-huh. Yeah. Now ramp it up by about a million, and you might have some idea.

And the demon wasn't even doing the vengeance thing. No, it was granting wishes at random, partly to keep his pursuers off his trail, partly just for the sheer joy of it. There were fictional characters popping up all over the place. There were at least a half dozen versions of Wonder Woman walking around.

Willow had had the pleasure of fighting off a group of angry Klingons with the aid of Hermione Grainger. Dawn and Spike fought alongside the Master Chief from HALO. Faith, Duke Nukem and River Tam took on thirty odd Reavers. And won.

Buffy and Luke Skywalker took on a mixed group of Predators and Aliens. (After, she went to Willow and Andrew to see if they could come up with a functional light-saber for her. She really wanted one.)

So, strangeness all around. Although, Buffy did have to admit, being serenaded by Kermit the Frog was kinda cool. (She'd had such a crush on Kermie when she was eight.) She could've done without Miss Piggy attacking her, mind you. For a stuffed pig, Piggy could kick.

She didn't even want to think about the fight with the Pokemon critters. That was just weird.

And then there was now: The whole group was standing outside the convention center, staring up, slack-jawed. "Oh, come on! Seriously?" Buffy was incredulous.

Her incredulity was certainly well founded. You'd be standing there slack-jawed too if Godzilla suddenly came stomping through town. And we're talking the real Godzilla here, not the wannabe from the Matthew Broderick flick. The genuine, honest to God, four-hundred foot tall bad tempered beastie, complete with thermo-nuclear death-breath.

The Godzilla who was being strafed by a flight of X-wings, sporting Rogue Squadron colors no less.

At the sound of a dull thud behind them, Buffy, Dawn, Willow, Spike and Faith turned around only to see Andrew lying passed out on the sidewalk.

Dawn quirked an eyebrow. "I think Andrew just nerd-gasmed himself unconscious."

Spike shook his head and turned back to watch the fire fight. "I told you we shouldn't have let him come to Comic-Con. Oh, look, there's Mothra!" Sure enough, there was Mothra, doing the shiny dust thing to Godzilla.

The Millenium Falcon swooped in past Mothra and unloaded a pair of concussion missiles into Godzilla's flank, followed by a squadron of Vipers blasting away with their lasers. (The Vipers from the original Battlestar Galactica in '78, not the newer series.)

Buffy sighed. My life can't possibly get any stranger.

"Holy crap! Isn't that the X-Men?"

She really should've known better.

'To thee no star be dark…'