Title Series: Total Shell Shock
Rating: R
Chapter Title: A New Friend
Author: White Werewolf
Category: Slight B/X if any
Timeframe: Prequel to Slayer in a Half Shell
Spoilers: Graduation Part II
Summery: Xander leaves Sunnydale and meets the Turtles in New York. Together, they form a team and have to stop Rat King
Disclaimer: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer is owned by Whedon, UPN, FOX, and Mutant Enemy. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are owned by Eastman, Laird, and Mirage Studios.
Author Notes: (…………) indicates thought. Prequel to Slayer in a Half Shell
Special Thanks: Ozmandayus, Vampyr64, Mims, Michael Wilson
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Holiday Inn Room 603
The Next Day--9:30 AM
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Xander awoke, startled when he heard a beeping sound. After a few seconds of rubbing the sleep from his eyes he took his right hand and grabbed the familiar shape of what Donatello gave him last night. The brunette opened the communicator and soon a picture of Michaelangelo came into display, "Morning, dude. How are you?"
The young man sat up from his bed and replied groggily, "Tired. I didn't get to sleep until late last night."
The turtle winced at the memory of last night, and said honestly, "Sorry. But Master Splinter wants to start your training, and it's best not to cross him."
He nodded, "Sure, Michaelangelo…."
"Call me Mikey, everyone else does except Leonardo and Splinter. But that's jus what they do."
Xander smiled, and returned, "Gotcha Mikey. I'll be there after breakfast."
He grinned, "Come by the lair. We're having pizza with bacon and sausage."
The boy shrugged his shoulders, and responded, "I don't think so. I'll go to Kyle's Diner for breakfast and then head down to the sewers. Do I need anything else to bring?"
The orange banded turtle shook his head, "Nope. Just bring yourself, dude. See you in an hour. Later."
With a grin, he said, "Later, Mikey. I see you in a few."
"Great, bye." Then he closed the communicator.
Xander closed his, and stretched his arms above his head. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth and hair. As well as the other bathroom. When satisfied, he left the room.
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Kyle's Diner
9:30
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A young man sat at the counter on a stool. He ran his right hand through his long brown hair and drummed his hands on the counter waiting for the waitress.
A woman came over to the man and asked, "What can I get you?"
The young man replied, "Coffee. Black,"
"Anything else?"
He smiled, "Two scrambled eggs and some bacon. Thanks, lady."
She nodded, "Sure. It should be up in ten minutes. But please stop drumming your hands. People have been complaining about the noise."
The brunette shrugged his shoulders, "Sure thing." With that said, he cracked his knuckles and sat on the stool now swinging his legs. He closed his eyes to rest a moment to rest when he heard the door chime open.
Xander walked in and sat next to the young man and glanced at the menu lying on the counter, picked it up and began reading.
The same waitress that took the young man's order came over to Xander, "What can I get you?"
The teenager went back to the menu and found what he wanted, then replied, "I'll have the pancakes with strawberry jam, hash browns, and orange juice."
She smiled, "No problem. Be back in ten." Then she went into the kitchen to give the orders to the chef.
Xander looked around the diner. The walls were made out of wood panels with the floor carpeted in brown. Booths lined the walls with each one having a jukebox. There were tables on the left side of the diner. The counter he sat at held stools for twenty people.
The senior turned his head and saw the young man that next to him. In front of the young man was a white hockey mask. "Have a thing for Jason movies?"
The brunette didn't answer. He was in deep thought.
"Jeeze," he said to himself, "ignore much?"
The young man gave his attention to the senior, "Sorry. I was somewhere else. And as for the Jason movies. They're good, but I have this mask because I used to play hockey professionally."
Xander smiled, "What happened?"
"To put it simply. My kneecap got busted. So, I had to leave the sport."
"Oh," was Xander's response, "what team?"
"The Rangers."
He had a confused look on his face, "I don't remember seeing you."
"Only because I wan on the team for a short time. Stupid coach busted my knee by accident."
"Sorry to hear that."
"Don't worry about it."
Then he outstretched his hand, "the name's Xander Harris."
The young man smiled, and accepted the handshake. "Casey Jones."
"Nice to meet you, Casey. So what brings you here?"
Casey replied, "Just in for breakfast. That's all. How 'bout you?"
Xander shrugged his shoulders, "Breakfast too. I just got in Manhattan last night."
"Manhattan quite a place to be, Xander. Just promise me that you won't be out during the night."
Inwardly, Xander laughed, (Only if he knew about vampires) "Tell me about yourself."
Before Casey could answer, the waitress came out of the kitchen carrying two dishes. She handed one to Casey and the other to Xander. Then said, "Be back with the drinks in a moment."
Xander watched as she disappeared into the kitchen. Then he took a knife, opened the jam, and spread it across the pancakes. When finished, he glanced up at the former hockey player. "So. What to you do if you're not in hockey anymore."
"Just work as a mechanic. It pays the bills."
"That's cool. I'm currently on vacation."
Then the drinks came. Casey took a sip of his coffee, "Where you from?"
"Sunnydale, California. Just graduated high school."
"Congrats. You going to college?"
He took a sip of his orange juice, "Nope. Education's not my forte. I'm joining the workforce."
Casey finished his eggs, and said, "College isn't for everyone. Never made it myself."
"Did you go for hockey right after high school?"
He nodded, "Spent the first years after school finding myself. Then I tried the hockey thing, that's when my knee got busted. Now, I'm a mechanic."
Xander looked at his watch, "Damn. I got to be somewhere." He looked at his new friend, "can I get your number? I'd like to talk to you some more."
Casey Jones smiled. He liked this kid. Xander reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger. The former hockey player went into his pocket and pulled out his card, then a pen. The mechanic wrote his number on the back. "Call me anytime during the day. My nights are pretty busy."
The boy took the card from the former hockey player and stuffed it in his pocket, "Count on it, Casey. I'll see you later." Then he paid for his food and was about to leave when he turned back to his new friend, "why do you keep the mask with you if you don't play anymore?"
Casey Jones didn't want to tell him about his vigilantly business, so he answered back with a lie, "Memories, kid. Memories. That and its turned into a good luck charm."
Xander smiled, "Cool. I gotta go now," then he left the diner thinking, (Good luck charm? Weird. But if it works for him, so be it.)
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Turtle Sewer Lair
10:05
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Splinter and his sons stood in the training room. The rat in the center with each or his sons in one direction of a compass. Leonardo stood north of him, Michaelagelo was east, Raphael was west, and Donatello was south.
Their sensei got into a fighting stance and said, "My sons, this exercise is for you to try and defeat me. Ready?" They nodded, "begin."
With that said, Michaelangelo withdrew his nunchunks and twirled them in his hands, and then charged forward with his eyes glaring at his master. But Splinter interrupted his charge, and grabbed hold of his right arm and threw the turtle's body to the far wall. Michaelangelo landed on his shell dizzy.
The rat ducked the punch that came flying from Raphael and then returned the favor with a powerful foot sweep. The turtle landed on the floor, but sprang back to his feet and did a roundhouse hitting Splinter's left side. Splinter staggered back a few feet. "Nice move, my son, but you have much to learn." Then grabbed the red banded turtle by the left arm and flung him to where Michaelangelo was getting up. This causing the two to land in a heap.
Donatello and Leonardo began circling around their sensei. Each one held their weapons in their hands. The inventor charged forward and struck the ninja master on the right shoulder with the bo. "Good form, Donatello. But not good enough," then the rat shot a right cross across the face. However, turtle blocked it with his left hand. Splinter retaliated with a strong uppercut sending him to the sewer opening.
Leonardo took this as his advantage and did a roundhouse across his sensei's back. Splinter turned his head and grinned. Then as if in lightning speed, he punched his son's jaw causing him to take a few feet back and dropped his katana blades. Then the rat said, "Nice tactic, Leonardo, but never let your guard down." At that point Splinter flung Leonardo by the right leg to where Donatello was lying.
Splinter smiled, "I'm proud of you, my sons, but you still have much to learn especially with the arrival of vampires in Manhattan. They are tougher then anything you had to fight."
The four turtle got back to their feet when somebody knocked on the side of the sewer opening. "Sorry I'm late guys. I met this guy, and we began to talk a little. I lost track of time."
The rat nodded, "Quite alright, Xander. Raphael, Donatello, and Michaelangelo may go. Leonardo, can you stay and help me train Xander."
The three of them left. But before they did, Raphael said, "Have fun, fearless leader."
Before Leonardo could return with a comeback, Splinter interrupted, "Just for that, Raphael. You will stay here and help us train."
Donatello and Michaelangelo looked at each other and burst out laughing. "See you guys, later. We're going to see if April's on TV," the inventor said as they left.
Splinter cleared his throat and looked at his new student. "Alright, Xander. To learn Ninjitsu takes time and discipline. I expect you to work your hardest and to take these lessons seriously."
"When do I get a weapon?" He said with eagerness.
The rat smiled, "To get a weapon, you must learn the basic lessons including fighting stance, sparring, kicking, punching, as well as others."
Xander nodded, "No problem."
His new sensei continued, "Leonardo and Raphael will help me train you. But first, please put away your weapons, my sons."
The two nodded. Raphael placed his sais in the front of his belt on his yellow chest. Leonardo slid his blades behind his shell.
"Good. Now, Xander watch me get into the correct fighting stance," then he did.
Xander did just that.
"Good. Now, Leonardo?"
The blue banded turtle replied, "Yes, Master Splinter?"
"Spar with Xander. But before you do, Xander and Leonardo must bow their heads."
And they did. The two began sparring, and Xander handled himself pretty well. "Like this Splinter?" Xander asked.
Splinter's eyes widened, "Exactly, Xander. But call me Master Splinter. Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michaelagelo do. And it's a sign of respect."
The boy grinned, "Sure, Master Splinter."
"Now, stop the sparring. Raphael take Xander's place and show him the proper way to handle yourself in battle."
"Sure, Master Splinter." The two switched places and the turtles bowed their heads in front of their sensei and to each other.
Xander watched as the two turtles fight with grace. He smiled knowing that one day he would be able to fight like this.
For the next two hours, Xander learned the proper way to punch, kick, jab, and use the enemy's weight against them.
Splinter, Leonardo, and Raphael glanced at each other with eyes widened.
"Good work, Xander. That's enough for today. Come back tomorrow for more lessons."
The senior smiled, "Thanks, Master Splinter."
Splinter nodded, "You're welcome."
Then Xander left.
"Thank you for your help, Raphael. You may leave."
"You're welcome, Master Splinter." Then he left.
"I need to ask you something, Leonardo."
"Go ahead."
"Xander has shown great ability in our training session."
The turtle smiled, "That he has."
"I want you to take him under your wing, and teach him everything you know about non-weapon Ninjitsu. If he continues on this past, next week I'll give him his weaspon."
Leonardo nodded, "Sure. What weapon."
"I'm thinking the kamas."
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TBC
Rating: R
Chapter Title: A New Friend
Author: White Werewolf
Category: Slight B/X if any
Timeframe: Prequel to Slayer in a Half Shell
Spoilers: Graduation Part II
Summery: Xander leaves Sunnydale and meets the Turtles in New York. Together, they form a team and have to stop Rat King
Disclaimer: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer is owned by Whedon, UPN, FOX, and Mutant Enemy. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are owned by Eastman, Laird, and Mirage Studios.
Author Notes: (…………) indicates thought. Prequel to Slayer in a Half Shell
Special Thanks: Ozmandayus, Vampyr64, Mims, Michael Wilson
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Holiday Inn Room 603
The Next Day--9:30 AM
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Xander awoke, startled when he heard a beeping sound. After a few seconds of rubbing the sleep from his eyes he took his right hand and grabbed the familiar shape of what Donatello gave him last night. The brunette opened the communicator and soon a picture of Michaelangelo came into display, "Morning, dude. How are you?"
The young man sat up from his bed and replied groggily, "Tired. I didn't get to sleep until late last night."
The turtle winced at the memory of last night, and said honestly, "Sorry. But Master Splinter wants to start your training, and it's best not to cross him."
He nodded, "Sure, Michaelangelo…."
"Call me Mikey, everyone else does except Leonardo and Splinter. But that's jus what they do."
Xander smiled, and returned, "Gotcha Mikey. I'll be there after breakfast."
He grinned, "Come by the lair. We're having pizza with bacon and sausage."
The boy shrugged his shoulders, and responded, "I don't think so. I'll go to Kyle's Diner for breakfast and then head down to the sewers. Do I need anything else to bring?"
The orange banded turtle shook his head, "Nope. Just bring yourself, dude. See you in an hour. Later."
With a grin, he said, "Later, Mikey. I see you in a few."
"Great, bye." Then he closed the communicator.
Xander closed his, and stretched his arms above his head. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth and hair. As well as the other bathroom. When satisfied, he left the room.
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Kyle's Diner
9:30
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A young man sat at the counter on a stool. He ran his right hand through his long brown hair and drummed his hands on the counter waiting for the waitress.
A woman came over to the man and asked, "What can I get you?"
The young man replied, "Coffee. Black,"
"Anything else?"
He smiled, "Two scrambled eggs and some bacon. Thanks, lady."
She nodded, "Sure. It should be up in ten minutes. But please stop drumming your hands. People have been complaining about the noise."
The brunette shrugged his shoulders, "Sure thing." With that said, he cracked his knuckles and sat on the stool now swinging his legs. He closed his eyes to rest a moment to rest when he heard the door chime open.
Xander walked in and sat next to the young man and glanced at the menu lying on the counter, picked it up and began reading.
The same waitress that took the young man's order came over to Xander, "What can I get you?"
The teenager went back to the menu and found what he wanted, then replied, "I'll have the pancakes with strawberry jam, hash browns, and orange juice."
She smiled, "No problem. Be back in ten." Then she went into the kitchen to give the orders to the chef.
Xander looked around the diner. The walls were made out of wood panels with the floor carpeted in brown. Booths lined the walls with each one having a jukebox. There were tables on the left side of the diner. The counter he sat at held stools for twenty people.
The senior turned his head and saw the young man that next to him. In front of the young man was a white hockey mask. "Have a thing for Jason movies?"
The brunette didn't answer. He was in deep thought.
"Jeeze," he said to himself, "ignore much?"
The young man gave his attention to the senior, "Sorry. I was somewhere else. And as for the Jason movies. They're good, but I have this mask because I used to play hockey professionally."
Xander smiled, "What happened?"
"To put it simply. My kneecap got busted. So, I had to leave the sport."
"Oh," was Xander's response, "what team?"
"The Rangers."
He had a confused look on his face, "I don't remember seeing you."
"Only because I wan on the team for a short time. Stupid coach busted my knee by accident."
"Sorry to hear that."
"Don't worry about it."
Then he outstretched his hand, "the name's Xander Harris."
The young man smiled, and accepted the handshake. "Casey Jones."
"Nice to meet you, Casey. So what brings you here?"
Casey replied, "Just in for breakfast. That's all. How 'bout you?"
Xander shrugged his shoulders, "Breakfast too. I just got in Manhattan last night."
"Manhattan quite a place to be, Xander. Just promise me that you won't be out during the night."
Inwardly, Xander laughed, (Only if he knew about vampires) "Tell me about yourself."
Before Casey could answer, the waitress came out of the kitchen carrying two dishes. She handed one to Casey and the other to Xander. Then said, "Be back with the drinks in a moment."
Xander watched as she disappeared into the kitchen. Then he took a knife, opened the jam, and spread it across the pancakes. When finished, he glanced up at the former hockey player. "So. What to you do if you're not in hockey anymore."
"Just work as a mechanic. It pays the bills."
"That's cool. I'm currently on vacation."
Then the drinks came. Casey took a sip of his coffee, "Where you from?"
"Sunnydale, California. Just graduated high school."
"Congrats. You going to college?"
He took a sip of his orange juice, "Nope. Education's not my forte. I'm joining the workforce."
Casey finished his eggs, and said, "College isn't for everyone. Never made it myself."
"Did you go for hockey right after high school?"
He nodded, "Spent the first years after school finding myself. Then I tried the hockey thing, that's when my knee got busted. Now, I'm a mechanic."
Xander looked at his watch, "Damn. I got to be somewhere." He looked at his new friend, "can I get your number? I'd like to talk to you some more."
Casey Jones smiled. He liked this kid. Xander reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger. The former hockey player went into his pocket and pulled out his card, then a pen. The mechanic wrote his number on the back. "Call me anytime during the day. My nights are pretty busy."
The boy took the card from the former hockey player and stuffed it in his pocket, "Count on it, Casey. I'll see you later." Then he paid for his food and was about to leave when he turned back to his new friend, "why do you keep the mask with you if you don't play anymore?"
Casey Jones didn't want to tell him about his vigilantly business, so he answered back with a lie, "Memories, kid. Memories. That and its turned into a good luck charm."
Xander smiled, "Cool. I gotta go now," then he left the diner thinking, (Good luck charm? Weird. But if it works for him, so be it.)
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Turtle Sewer Lair
10:05
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Splinter and his sons stood in the training room. The rat in the center with each or his sons in one direction of a compass. Leonardo stood north of him, Michaelagelo was east, Raphael was west, and Donatello was south.
Their sensei got into a fighting stance and said, "My sons, this exercise is for you to try and defeat me. Ready?" They nodded, "begin."
With that said, Michaelangelo withdrew his nunchunks and twirled them in his hands, and then charged forward with his eyes glaring at his master. But Splinter interrupted his charge, and grabbed hold of his right arm and threw the turtle's body to the far wall. Michaelangelo landed on his shell dizzy.
The rat ducked the punch that came flying from Raphael and then returned the favor with a powerful foot sweep. The turtle landed on the floor, but sprang back to his feet and did a roundhouse hitting Splinter's left side. Splinter staggered back a few feet. "Nice move, my son, but you have much to learn." Then grabbed the red banded turtle by the left arm and flung him to where Michaelangelo was getting up. This causing the two to land in a heap.
Donatello and Leonardo began circling around their sensei. Each one held their weapons in their hands. The inventor charged forward and struck the ninja master on the right shoulder with the bo. "Good form, Donatello. But not good enough," then the rat shot a right cross across the face. However, turtle blocked it with his left hand. Splinter retaliated with a strong uppercut sending him to the sewer opening.
Leonardo took this as his advantage and did a roundhouse across his sensei's back. Splinter turned his head and grinned. Then as if in lightning speed, he punched his son's jaw causing him to take a few feet back and dropped his katana blades. Then the rat said, "Nice tactic, Leonardo, but never let your guard down." At that point Splinter flung Leonardo by the right leg to where Donatello was lying.
Splinter smiled, "I'm proud of you, my sons, but you still have much to learn especially with the arrival of vampires in Manhattan. They are tougher then anything you had to fight."
The four turtle got back to their feet when somebody knocked on the side of the sewer opening. "Sorry I'm late guys. I met this guy, and we began to talk a little. I lost track of time."
The rat nodded, "Quite alright, Xander. Raphael, Donatello, and Michaelangelo may go. Leonardo, can you stay and help me train Xander."
The three of them left. But before they did, Raphael said, "Have fun, fearless leader."
Before Leonardo could return with a comeback, Splinter interrupted, "Just for that, Raphael. You will stay here and help us train."
Donatello and Michaelangelo looked at each other and burst out laughing. "See you guys, later. We're going to see if April's on TV," the inventor said as they left.
Splinter cleared his throat and looked at his new student. "Alright, Xander. To learn Ninjitsu takes time and discipline. I expect you to work your hardest and to take these lessons seriously."
"When do I get a weapon?" He said with eagerness.
The rat smiled, "To get a weapon, you must learn the basic lessons including fighting stance, sparring, kicking, punching, as well as others."
Xander nodded, "No problem."
His new sensei continued, "Leonardo and Raphael will help me train you. But first, please put away your weapons, my sons."
The two nodded. Raphael placed his sais in the front of his belt on his yellow chest. Leonardo slid his blades behind his shell.
"Good. Now, Xander watch me get into the correct fighting stance," then he did.
Xander did just that.
"Good. Now, Leonardo?"
The blue banded turtle replied, "Yes, Master Splinter?"
"Spar with Xander. But before you do, Xander and Leonardo must bow their heads."
And they did. The two began sparring, and Xander handled himself pretty well. "Like this Splinter?" Xander asked.
Splinter's eyes widened, "Exactly, Xander. But call me Master Splinter. Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michaelagelo do. And it's a sign of respect."
The boy grinned, "Sure, Master Splinter."
"Now, stop the sparring. Raphael take Xander's place and show him the proper way to handle yourself in battle."
"Sure, Master Splinter." The two switched places and the turtles bowed their heads in front of their sensei and to each other.
Xander watched as the two turtles fight with grace. He smiled knowing that one day he would be able to fight like this.
For the next two hours, Xander learned the proper way to punch, kick, jab, and use the enemy's weight against them.
Splinter, Leonardo, and Raphael glanced at each other with eyes widened.
"Good work, Xander. That's enough for today. Come back tomorrow for more lessons."
The senior smiled, "Thanks, Master Splinter."
Splinter nodded, "You're welcome."
Then Xander left.
"Thank you for your help, Raphael. You may leave."
"You're welcome, Master Splinter." Then he left.
"I need to ask you something, Leonardo."
"Go ahead."
"Xander has shown great ability in our training session."
The turtle smiled, "That he has."
"I want you to take him under your wing, and teach him everything you know about non-weapon Ninjitsu. If he continues on this past, next week I'll give him his weaspon."
Leonardo nodded, "Sure. What weapon."
"I'm thinking the kamas."
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TBC