TITLE: The White Mouse 7/7
AUTHOR: Tony McD
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whendon, Mutant Enemy, WB and others. This is for fun, not profit.
SUMMARY: In an effort to save Buffy (again), Buffy and Xander find themselves fighting the greatest evil ever while trying to find a way home.
SPOILERS: Season 5 but set before The Gift.
RATING: PG 13 (for now)
The White Mouse 7/7
An hour later Buffy was roaming around in search of Xander. She needed to talk to him, to explain how she felt. Instead she ran into Nancy.
"There you are." Nancy said. "I've been looking for you for half an hour." Buffy was a little alarmed at the tone of Nancy's voice.
"What's wrong?" the Slayer asked worried.
"Your leaving, now." Nancy told her hurriedly and started towards the entrance.
"Leaving? Why? What about Xander?"
"Xander is fine. He already left with group one. We are taking you two down to the coast to meet a British submarine. They will take you and Xander to London." Nancy said as she and Buffy arrived at the front entrance of the hideout. There a group of Resistance fighters was waiting.
"Buffy, go with Marko and the others. They'll take you to the coast."
"But where are you going?" Buffy asked the Resistance leader. Nancy gave a little wicked smile.
"There is going to be a little train accident that will keep the Nazis busy for a few hours." Buffy wasn't really sure what to say.
"I don't know how to thank you..." Buffy started but Nancy cut her off.
"You can thank me after the war is over. Now get going." Nancy commanded. Buffy and the group left the hide out and headed for the surface.
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It was a tense journey through the town. Moving quietly through the shadows to avoid the Nazi patrols, the group followed the road out of the town and towards the sea. The moon was high in the sky providing a little light as it shone through the passing clouds.
They reached a heavily wooded area near the ocean where they met up with Xander and the others. Buffy found Xander hiding behind a log and hugged him with relief and joy. She looked at him in the dim light.
"What's going on?" asked Buffy.
"We're waiting for the submarine to turn up. There might be some SS in the area so we're being very quiet to avoid undue attention. We'll be OK." Xander reassured her. No sooner had the words left his mouth, a burst of gun fire shattered the silence of the night.
A fire fight had erupted as the SS and the Resistance clashed. Buffy and Xander could do nothing but cringe behind their log as the sound of battle rose. Rounds thumped into their log as they watched Marko give orders to his fellow Resistance fighters. There was occasional explosion of a hand grenade and the gurgling scream as people were cut down. Nothing could prepare Buffy and Xander for the horror of war.
The body of an SS soldier was hurled over their log by the blast of a nearby grenade. Under the leadership of Marko, the Resistance seemed to be gaining the upper hand. But then a bullet tore through Marko and, leaderless, the Resistance began to falter and fall back. Xander cursed and started crawling towards the dead SS soldier. He grabbed the gun and quickly checked it. Satisfied it was in working order, he grabbed extra ammo and a grenade and headed back to Buffy.
"Xander, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded to know. Looking at Xander, she saw the same serious look on his face she saw that Halloween so many years ago.
"We got a boat to catch." he said sternly. Quickly looking over their log he grabbed Buffy and headed in the direction of the beach. They sprinted from one bit of cover to another. All around them the deadly crack of bullets filled to air.
Ahead of them a SS soldier appeared out of the gathering gloom. The figure was cut down from a burst of fire from Xander. Another figure was sent flying from a Buffy upper cut. Together they made their way to the sand dunes that backed the beach.
Together they crouched in a depression between two dunes. Xander and Buffy surveyed their surroundings.
"You should be safe here." Xander told the Slayer as he got up. Using her enhanced strength, Buffy dragged him back down.
"You're not going anywhere Xander!" she said determinedly. Xander twisted himself out of her grip.
"You've got no say in this Buff. Of the two of us, who knows anything about being a soldier?"
"This is no time to be a hero!"
"You don't get it, do you Buffy? You are the hero here, not me. You get back home and you'll save the world for the millionth time. You are the reason for the need for the plural of apocalypse. You die, the world dies. My job is to make sure you can be there to save the world even if that means that I don't make it." hissed Xander.
"Xander, you'll get killed!" Buffy pleaded. Xander looked her square in the eyes.
"Better me than you." he said before disappearing into the night.
Buffy hugged her knees to her chest to ward off the cool on shore breeze. Alone, she remembered when she went to fight Angelus and send him to Hell.
Xander had shown up with a broken arm and armed only with a rock, ready to fight the scourge of Europe. Xander lied to her then about Willow trying to restore Angel's soul. Looking back, she saw that it really didn't have anything to do with Xander being jealous of Angel. Xander made a judgement call on what was best to protect her. Xander had gone to a reluctant Angel for help to save Buffy from the Master because, despite the fact that they
hated each other, only if they worked together could they save Buffy.
He was like that.
Whatever it took, whatever he could do, Xander did it for Buffy. Even if it meant dying.
Out of the corner of her eye something flew through the air and landed on the sand 8 or 9 feet away.
Grenade!
Barely had her mind registered the fact when somebody knocked her to the ground.
Buffy's world rocked in confusion as the grenade exploded. Her ears ringing and her head spinning, she struggled from under the body of whoever had knocked her to the ground. To her unending horror, a pair of familiar chocolate brown eyes blinked at her.
Xander.
He had taken half a dozen grenade fragments for Buffy, one of which had torn through his lung and was filling with blood. Buffy head Xander's head in her arms and wept.
"Don't cry." Xander said weakly. Buffy wiped away the blood that escaped from
his lips.
"You're not allowed to die on me Xander! I won't allow it!"
"We all got to go some time, Buff. Look after Willow for me. Please."
"No! You look after Willow yourself! You're not going to die! You can't! You're going to live and we're going to have our first date and dance and laugh and make love and live happily ever after because you're not going to die!" Buffy babbled desperately. Xander looked up at her, a peaceful look on his face.
"Can I have you?" he asked and lay still.
Buffy screamed as her heart and soul was torn with grief.
Soldiers were approaching but Buffy didn't care. Nothing mattered any more. She prayed that they would kill her quickly.
"Over here lads!" an English voice yelled. It was a group of British commandos from the submarine. They quickly went to where Xander and Buffy lay. Totally numb, Buffy just sat there as they checked Xander's pulse.
"We got a weak pulse here!"
Those words had an electrifying effect on Buffy.
He was alive!
Frantically they bandaged Xander's wounds. When they were done, the commandos went to carry Xander but Buffy grabbed Xander and carried him as if he was a small child rather than a grown man. Together, they ran down the beach to the inflatable raft.
Behind her, Buffy heard one commando say to his companion:
"Bloody hell! Love does give you the strength of 10 men!"
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It was a happier and healthier Xander who sat on Willow's bed in her dorm room. Curled up with him was a smiling Buffy who was still relishing the sensation of Xander holding her close.
Willow for her part was so happy that her two best friends in the world had found each other. She had listened to their story in fascination as Buffy told her of Nancy and fighting the SS. When they had finished, Willow started to rummage through an old shoe box looking for her great grandmothers medals from the war to show Buffy.
Something in the box caught Xander's eye. He picked it up and stared at it intensely.
"Where did you get this?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"That? It was my great grandmothers. My great grandfather gave it to her before he disappeared during the war. Why?" Willow grew concerned as she saw Xander pale as he looked at what he held.
A gold heart shaped locket. The same gold heart shaped locket he had given Sharon. Xander went catatonic for a few moments.
"What is it? What's the matter Xander?" Willow asked him frantically. It took Xander a while to be able to speak again.
"Uh, Wills." Xander said very shakily.
"Yeah?"
"I've just figured out why we've got the same blood type."
FIN
AUTHOR: Tony McD
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whendon, Mutant Enemy, WB and others. This is for fun, not profit.
SUMMARY: In an effort to save Buffy (again), Buffy and Xander find themselves fighting the greatest evil ever while trying to find a way home.
SPOILERS: Season 5 but set before The Gift.
RATING: PG 13 (for now)
The White Mouse 7/7
An hour later Buffy was roaming around in search of Xander. She needed to talk to him, to explain how she felt. Instead she ran into Nancy.
"There you are." Nancy said. "I've been looking for you for half an hour." Buffy was a little alarmed at the tone of Nancy's voice.
"What's wrong?" the Slayer asked worried.
"Your leaving, now." Nancy told her hurriedly and started towards the entrance.
"Leaving? Why? What about Xander?"
"Xander is fine. He already left with group one. We are taking you two down to the coast to meet a British submarine. They will take you and Xander to London." Nancy said as she and Buffy arrived at the front entrance of the hideout. There a group of Resistance fighters was waiting.
"Buffy, go with Marko and the others. They'll take you to the coast."
"But where are you going?" Buffy asked the Resistance leader. Nancy gave a little wicked smile.
"There is going to be a little train accident that will keep the Nazis busy for a few hours." Buffy wasn't really sure what to say.
"I don't know how to thank you..." Buffy started but Nancy cut her off.
"You can thank me after the war is over. Now get going." Nancy commanded. Buffy and the group left the hide out and headed for the surface.
======================
It was a tense journey through the town. Moving quietly through the shadows to avoid the Nazi patrols, the group followed the road out of the town and towards the sea. The moon was high in the sky providing a little light as it shone through the passing clouds.
They reached a heavily wooded area near the ocean where they met up with Xander and the others. Buffy found Xander hiding behind a log and hugged him with relief and joy. She looked at him in the dim light.
"What's going on?" asked Buffy.
"We're waiting for the submarine to turn up. There might be some SS in the area so we're being very quiet to avoid undue attention. We'll be OK." Xander reassured her. No sooner had the words left his mouth, a burst of gun fire shattered the silence of the night.
A fire fight had erupted as the SS and the Resistance clashed. Buffy and Xander could do nothing but cringe behind their log as the sound of battle rose. Rounds thumped into their log as they watched Marko give orders to his fellow Resistance fighters. There was occasional explosion of a hand grenade and the gurgling scream as people were cut down. Nothing could prepare Buffy and Xander for the horror of war.
The body of an SS soldier was hurled over their log by the blast of a nearby grenade. Under the leadership of Marko, the Resistance seemed to be gaining the upper hand. But then a bullet tore through Marko and, leaderless, the Resistance began to falter and fall back. Xander cursed and started crawling towards the dead SS soldier. He grabbed the gun and quickly checked it. Satisfied it was in working order, he grabbed extra ammo and a grenade and headed back to Buffy.
"Xander, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded to know. Looking at Xander, she saw the same serious look on his face she saw that Halloween so many years ago.
"We got a boat to catch." he said sternly. Quickly looking over their log he grabbed Buffy and headed in the direction of the beach. They sprinted from one bit of cover to another. All around them the deadly crack of bullets filled to air.
Ahead of them a SS soldier appeared out of the gathering gloom. The figure was cut down from a burst of fire from Xander. Another figure was sent flying from a Buffy upper cut. Together they made their way to the sand dunes that backed the beach.
Together they crouched in a depression between two dunes. Xander and Buffy surveyed their surroundings.
"You should be safe here." Xander told the Slayer as he got up. Using her enhanced strength, Buffy dragged him back down.
"You're not going anywhere Xander!" she said determinedly. Xander twisted himself out of her grip.
"You've got no say in this Buff. Of the two of us, who knows anything about being a soldier?"
"This is no time to be a hero!"
"You don't get it, do you Buffy? You are the hero here, not me. You get back home and you'll save the world for the millionth time. You are the reason for the need for the plural of apocalypse. You die, the world dies. My job is to make sure you can be there to save the world even if that means that I don't make it." hissed Xander.
"Xander, you'll get killed!" Buffy pleaded. Xander looked her square in the eyes.
"Better me than you." he said before disappearing into the night.
Buffy hugged her knees to her chest to ward off the cool on shore breeze. Alone, she remembered when she went to fight Angelus and send him to Hell.
Xander had shown up with a broken arm and armed only with a rock, ready to fight the scourge of Europe. Xander lied to her then about Willow trying to restore Angel's soul. Looking back, she saw that it really didn't have anything to do with Xander being jealous of Angel. Xander made a judgement call on what was best to protect her. Xander had gone to a reluctant Angel for help to save Buffy from the Master because, despite the fact that they
hated each other, only if they worked together could they save Buffy.
He was like that.
Whatever it took, whatever he could do, Xander did it for Buffy. Even if it meant dying.
Out of the corner of her eye something flew through the air and landed on the sand 8 or 9 feet away.
Grenade!
Barely had her mind registered the fact when somebody knocked her to the ground.
Buffy's world rocked in confusion as the grenade exploded. Her ears ringing and her head spinning, she struggled from under the body of whoever had knocked her to the ground. To her unending horror, a pair of familiar chocolate brown eyes blinked at her.
Xander.
He had taken half a dozen grenade fragments for Buffy, one of which had torn through his lung and was filling with blood. Buffy head Xander's head in her arms and wept.
"Don't cry." Xander said weakly. Buffy wiped away the blood that escaped from
his lips.
"You're not allowed to die on me Xander! I won't allow it!"
"We all got to go some time, Buff. Look after Willow for me. Please."
"No! You look after Willow yourself! You're not going to die! You can't! You're going to live and we're going to have our first date and dance and laugh and make love and live happily ever after because you're not going to die!" Buffy babbled desperately. Xander looked up at her, a peaceful look on his face.
"Can I have you?" he asked and lay still.
Buffy screamed as her heart and soul was torn with grief.
Soldiers were approaching but Buffy didn't care. Nothing mattered any more. She prayed that they would kill her quickly.
"Over here lads!" an English voice yelled. It was a group of British commandos from the submarine. They quickly went to where Xander and Buffy lay. Totally numb, Buffy just sat there as they checked Xander's pulse.
"We got a weak pulse here!"
Those words had an electrifying effect on Buffy.
He was alive!
Frantically they bandaged Xander's wounds. When they were done, the commandos went to carry Xander but Buffy grabbed Xander and carried him as if he was a small child rather than a grown man. Together, they ran down the beach to the inflatable raft.
Behind her, Buffy heard one commando say to his companion:
"Bloody hell! Love does give you the strength of 10 men!"
=================
It was a happier and healthier Xander who sat on Willow's bed in her dorm room. Curled up with him was a smiling Buffy who was still relishing the sensation of Xander holding her close.
Willow for her part was so happy that her two best friends in the world had found each other. She had listened to their story in fascination as Buffy told her of Nancy and fighting the SS. When they had finished, Willow started to rummage through an old shoe box looking for her great grandmothers medals from the war to show Buffy.
Something in the box caught Xander's eye. He picked it up and stared at it intensely.
"Where did you get this?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"That? It was my great grandmothers. My great grandfather gave it to her before he disappeared during the war. Why?" Willow grew concerned as she saw Xander pale as he looked at what he held.
A gold heart shaped locket. The same gold heart shaped locket he had given Sharon. Xander went catatonic for a few moments.
"What is it? What's the matter Xander?" Willow asked him frantically. It took Xander a while to be able to speak again.
"Uh, Wills." Xander said very shakily.
"Yeah?"
"I've just figured out why we've got the same blood type."
FIN