By: Morpheus Dreamerfall
lord_of_dreams@hotmail.com
Began on: October 22, 2002
Finished on:
Disclaimers and Legalese: "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" is owned by me; a madman who lives in everlasting torment since Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Inc., and others have usurped them. I live alone now, inside a padded cell awaiting the day the truth shall be set free (though I do not know why they threw away the key…… ooohh nice shiny plastic spoon!). Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
A/N: Since I couldn't get off that writer's block I placed myself in when I started that Buffy/He-Man crossover, so I decided to put that on indefinite hold and to write "another" something else that hasn't been done before that shows more potential for a slow but immediate completion. Yeah, it's another crossover type fic – on two things that many haven't tried yet. It's an x-over with a twist; none of the canon characters I've crossed over appear here except for the Buffy cast and those that I've made.
Timeline: this AU's right after "Selfless", straight into the direction of my finely cultivated insanity.
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Xander looked up at the night sky, taking in all that had been said for the past few weeks that led up to this moment. He'd been a lot of things in his brief, but continuing life. It began as a Zeppo. Then as a love-sick bastard who can be selfish, semi-twisted cruel, kind, loyal, and completely "Xanderish".
""Xanderish"? Looks like I'm always good with words, if good with anything at all." Alexander Harris muttered to himself. Buffy was right, nothing was laid out in black and white. Nothing was ever simple. Not Spike, not Buffy, and especially not Anya.
Sometimes, even the good guys can become the bad guys. He should know – the moment Buffy reminded them about what he said to her before she killed Angel – he was being selfish then, and so he was being selfish now.
"I guess we all start to learn from our mistakes somehow." He continued walking back to his apartment, feeling old. Glancing back towards the night sky, he saw a falling star. He automatically started to make a comment to bolster his ego, but then realized that it was more of a wish-type comment than a normal one. And remembered where wishing can get you and decided against it. Giving off a sigh instead, he kept on walking.
Nobody ever saw that falling star crash into the desert in an explosion of green light miles outside Sunnydale – nor will anybody witness the appearance of the unconscious masked young man wrapped in a fading emerald glow wearing a green and black bodysuit with an odd symbol on the center of his chest as he created the impact crater that heralded his arrival.
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