The Coin may be in Sunnydale, but its effects can be felt in L.A. An L.A. that still has an Angel, but has no down-on-her-luck Cordelia, and no rogue-demon-hunter Wesley. An L.A. that still faces the same threats and problems as Fate originally planned. Welcome to the Flip Side.

4th Fic in the Iron Coin Chronicles. For most, college is starting. For Xander, not so much. But with the coin in hand, he plans to keep doing what he can to protect his friends from Fate's plans. Change has already happened, and as Change Accumulates, Fate is making its own responses. Will Xander's luck with the coin hold out?

Xander adds a couple touch ups to his Soldier costume and makes a whole new problem.

The Normandy and its crew are forced into the Trekverse by the Reapers. The Defiant is there to meet them. Now, two sets of very similar groups are forced together, fighting for whats right. In between just hanging out of course.

What if Lindsey hadn't had his 'evil hand' moment at the revaluation? Without him leaving, he'd get the promotion, and Lilah...would be cut. Fortunately, Lilah Morgan has an Exit Strategy. One that Involves Angel Investigations, and a lot of stolen files.

High School is over, and summer is here. The Coin, though, is proving alarmingly silent as summer rolls on, the next year on the Hellmouth drawing closer. But even if the coin is silent, Life in Sunnydale goes on. 3rd Fic in the Iron Coin Chronicles. Xander/Cordelia.

Armed with the power of the Iron Coin, Xander Harris is now in a position to see what Fate has in store for his friends. With the ability and motivation to change the future, Xander Harris sets out to do just that. The only question is: Is change always for the better? Xander-Centric with a Xander/Cordelia Pairing. Set During BtVS Season 3.

The Gate has been reopened in the 23rd century, opening up a doorway to a universe of both wonder and horror. Revision finished. Slow to update.

Fate never made any plans for Xander. Maybe that was why he was always able to screw with their plans for everyone else. The Jester, an Agent of Chaos, certainly thinks so.