Title: Collaboration
Author: Nimacu
Summery: Buffy/Harry Potter/Smallville Crossover. Our heroes all receive interesting letters.
Timeframe: Buffy Post season two, age 17, Harry Post book seven age 18, Clark mid-season two age 17? Yes I may be molding it to my own device but hey that's why it's fan fiction and not the Jetsons meet the Flintstones
Disclaimer: Not mine, not of it. Even the plot leans a little towards LXG. So again I say I don't own Buffy, Harry, Clark and any other characters.
Thank You:
Ryter a.k.a Too lazy to log in- it's a secret!!! Oh and your done waiting :)Kristi- thank you, you were my very first review for this story. I'm glad you find it interesting. I hope I don't disappoint.
totes_Brot- I think it's the first I've seen too. If anybody knows of any others let me know, I'd like to read them. However if there aren't any others, then yay! I'm the first.
"Chicago? What in the hell is in Chicago? It could be a trap, but then again would I be sorry if it were. I could use a little excitement, and what if it isn't a trap, what if it's something else? Anyway she looked at it her curiosity was peaked and that was enough" Buffy thought to herself as she gathered her meager possessions into a worn duffel bag. Looking around the room at the dingy wallpaper and the stained mattress as she prepared to leave it for good; she came to the conclusion that whatever was in Chicago had to better than this.
She'd gotten down to the street and about a half mile away before the realization dawned on her. How was she going to get there? Slayer or not she certainly couldn't walk there in the two days before Halloween. She needed to fly there and if at her last count the forty-five dollars she had in her pocket wasn't going to be enough. She was going to have to get the rest of the money somewhere.
Different scenarios went through her mind as she kept on walking. She could steal. Mugging someone would be easy, they'd never see her coming. She could break into a place. But she really wasn't the criminal type, outside a couple of cases of arson. She could try and rustle up a monster or two and shake them down for money. The last idea appealed to her, but then she only been in LA for a couple of months and she'd been less than active on the slaying thing, so she wasn't sure where to find a monster or vamp; and it seemed kind of sleazy, almost like Buffy the Vampire Pimp. She smiled at the last thought; it had a nice ring to it.
She had one other option and as her feet led her to the bus station she knew she chosen it subconsciously the moment she realized she needed the money. Sunnydale. She'd borrow it from someone there. A momentary pit stop in the journey she was about to begin. She couldn't afford to make it anything more. It hurt too much.
~~~~~~~~
"Go to America? Why the bloody hell not!" Harry drunkenly declared out loud to the rest of the patrons at the Leaky Caldron, only causing one of the waitresses to shush him. Realizing at that moment that he might be making a fool of himself, Harry looked around at the other people in the pub. Instead of the anger he'd expected to see, he only saw sympathetic looks on their faces, Merlin! The sympathy was worse. He could just imagine what they were thinking "Poor Harry Potter, just hasn't been the same since he defeated You-Know-Who" or "Too much grief must of addled his brain". He was no longer Harry Potter, the boy who lived; instead he was Harry Potter, the man to be pitied. Had it been just less than a year ago that it had all happened, that he'd been the Hero of the Wizarding World? It seemed like million years ago. Like something that had happened to someone else. He'd lay awake in the morning with his eyes closed, pretending that if he wished hard enough and believed it enough, he wake up in his dorm room at Hogwarts and everything would be ok again.
Harry shook himself out of his thoughts, trying to focus on the matter at hand, the letter telling him to go to Chicago. The letter addressed an issue that he'd thought about a lot in the late hours of the night, now what? What was supposed to happen now, he'd graduated, and he'd fulfilled his destiny. What was going to happen to him now? He'd always wanted to be an Auror, but they'd told him to wait awhile. They'd told him to take a break, deal with his grief and the trauma. Come back in a year when he sorted out his life and had time to heal. Hah! It'd been almost a year, and if he applied in his current shape they'd laugh in his face.
Harry grabbed the arm of a passing waitress, "Another one Esmeralda." She looked disapprovingly at him, but went to get it for him anyway. As she set the bottle on the table, she turned to Harry, concern in her wrinkled eyes. "Harry Potter, you need to stop wallowing in your own self-pity. It'll get you no where and help no one." With that piece of wisdom she left him staring after her. "Merlin, now I'm getting advice from waitresses" he mumbled. And at that; he apperated out of the Leaky Caldron.
~~~~~~~~~
"So man, are you going to go?" Pete pestered Clark
"I don't know, I'll have to ask my parents" He looked unsure of his answer
"They're going to be so against it" Pete looked suddenly less excited
"Maybe, probably…I don't know" Clark spoke absently his mind already trying to figure out a way to convince his parents to let him go. There was no way he could not go. Even if he had to run the whole way, whoever had sent this knew who he was and what he'd done. This person might have the answers Clark needed. Almost like he'd read Clark's mind Pete spoke "They might know where you're from"