A/N: I know this is kinda short, and I realize that some of you already know which crossover this is. But I'm leaving the identity of the ring bearer blank for a while to up your curiosity. Note to Mr. Korman: you're half right.
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Pre-dawn, about forty miles outside of Sunnydale:
"What the heck happened? Where the hell am I? Ring, where are we?" The young man groaned as he tried to sit up.
//We seem to have landed on Earth, although I do not detect any Lantern-class energy around this sector. Advice: scanning of quantum fields required. Warning: I have detected slight damage to bearer's self during atmospheric entry and have been unconscious for four hours since touchdown. Full bearer bio-scan now initiated. Conclusion: no further outside medical treatment required, returning to quantum field scanning.//
"I guess that means I'll live." He ran a gloved hand at the back of his neck and massaged it as he stood up, trying to take in the landscape before him. What he heard next from the ring made him want to stay unconscious so he'd wake up right where he belonged. As it was, things had gone from bad to worse.
//Note: quantum scan concluded. Analysis indicates we are no longer within our own quantum universe. Suggestion: gather local information first and scout for ways to return to native quantum universe as soon as possible. No major meta-humans registering amongst wide-range planetary scan: slight deviation of planetary mass and volume noted – however, high-energy levels of mystic-class energy detected. Non-interference code in effect unless overridden with due cause, extreme caution advised.//
"Great." He grimaced, "That means I can't use you to fly anywhere until I know what the hell is going on around here. Might as well change into some street clothes and keep you cloaked."
As he did so, he suddenly realized something with considerable shock.
"Aw hell!" He cursed, "Then this means I'd have to walk into town! Which way's which?"
After scanning the area, he was able to find the road with a sign saying "Sunnydale: 40 miles - Los Angeles: 85 miles". Wait a minute, "Sunnydale"? What the hell...
Deciding that Sunnydale was closer, he started walking in that direction, grumbling as the sun rapidly rose across the desert.
He prayed that he'd be able to hitch a ride before the desert heat would bake him alive. The clothes he wore weren't exactly fit for post-summer, pre-fall weather. Looking around and making sure he detected no one in sight, he bade the ring to slightly alter his clothing to fit the current climate conditions.
It was going to be a long walk.
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TBC