Title: Collaboration Chapter 4
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
Vld- it's a secret, but I'm glad you're interested
Catlimere- again I'm flattered by your compliments and I'm also glad that you're so interested in the story.
KeeperoftheSnoopyDance- Thank you for the compliments and a special thanks for putting me on your favorite author's list.
Erro- here you go, we're finally somewhere
A person- thank you and here's more
Cutiepie-Your welcome and I agree everyone needs a little mystery in their lives
Belladonnalin- thank you for the compliments and the grammatical suggestions. I appreciate more than you could ever know. I'm trying much harder in this chapter. I hope it shows.
-Two days later: October 31st-
Buffy held the letter in her hand as she looked at the buildings lining Michigan Ave. As far as she could see there were lots of department stores and corporate buildings; but nothing that looked like a secret meeting place. She'd imagined a dark and dank bar or a seedy hotel. But that was probably because she was from Sunnydale where everything was dark and dank or seedy. She kept walking; following the street numbers as they rose 1000…1040…"Wow" she thought to herself "I wouldn't mind doing a little shopping here". 1110…1122…"The next building is it" Buffy said under her breath as she paused. Gathering what little courage and strength she had left after a day and a half of layovers and fight changes she walked on.
It was a tall building, a skyscraper almost. "How am I supposed to know where to go in there?" She thought as she pulled out her letter, examining it to see if by some chance she'd missed something. "Nope" she thought, this is it. She took a deep breath and walked into the building through the ornately carved doorways.
"My God" She gasped as looked at the lobby, it was beautiful. Decorated in rich reds and gold's. The carpeting was deep red shag, like something you'd expect to find in a 19th century hotel, and gold embossed wallpaper from floor to ceiling. In the middle of the lobby there was a large desk/office area where a woman sat typing away.
"Can I help you Miss?" It took Buffy a moment to realize that the woman behind the desk was speaking to her.
"Yeah…I have an appointment here tonight." Buffy informed the woman in a tone that was less than sure.
The woman smiled at Buffy and asked her nicely "With whom do you have an appointment miss?" Buffy frowned at the woman's question and thought a moment before finally answering "I'm not sure exactly". The woman looked at Buffy quizzically before she started ruffling through papers on the desk in front of her. Buffy watched her waiting for some kind of help, finally the woman held a piece of paper in her hand as she looked up at Buffy and spoke. "You must be the ten o'clock in conference room 40B. Take the elevator at your right to the 13th floor, 40B should be the second room on your right."
"Thank you" Buffy smiled at the woman and headed towards the elevator the woman had pointed to.
"Thirteenth floor, it figures" Buffy thought to herself as she pushed the button that would take her to this mysterious meeting. She'd been curious enough before, but now with this building and the way it looked, and the whole "conference room on the thirteenth floor" thing, she was dieing from the curiosity. And with that thought she got off of the elevator and followed the woman's direction to room 40B; opening the door she found the room empty of any life, and containing only a long metal table and the chairs surrounding it.
Buffy looked at her watch. "Well I guess I'm a little early." She thought to herself as she took a seat in the chair at the farthest end of the table.
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Harry had been watching number 1124 Michigan Ave all afternoon and evening, he wasn't a stupid man and he wasn't about to be caught in a trap by any of Lord Voldemort's surviving Death Eaters. He'd been watching to see who and what went in and out of the building. He'd sobered up completely in the two days he'd been in Chicago, taking time yesterday to watch the building also. Dumbledore had taught him over the years he'd been at Hogwarts to think first and then act, and although it might now be too late he'd finally learned the lesson. He wanted to know what he was getting himself into, so far it looked like all he was getting himself into was an office building. Albeit some of the people who went in and out of it were dressed somewhat strangely, still they were just people, and not many of them stayed in the building for a terribly long time.
Harry was getting ready to leave his spot across the street and head in to find out what this summons he'd received was all about when someone in from of 1124 caught his eye. A young woman, probably a year two younger than himself was standing in front of the building looking at a piece of paper and envelope that Harry immediately recognized, but knowing that he could be overreacting Harry discretely pointed his wand towards his eyes and whispered a spell "telescopa". Focusing his now sharp sight Harry looked over the girl's shoulder. "You saved the world. Now what?" Harry read to himself. He didn't have time to finish reading because the girl had gone into the building. Harry quickly removed the spell from his eyes and hurriedly followed the girl.
By the time he'd crossed the busy street and gotten into the building Harry only saw a glimpse of the girl getting on the elevator. He turned to the receptionist and asked, "Where was that girl going?" The receptionist looked like she wasn't going to answer him for a moment, but she glanced down at a piece of paper in front of her and then spoke "13th floor, conference room 40B. It's the second one on your right"
"Thanks" Harry yelled behind his back as he headed into the same elevator the girl had.
"40B" Harry read the sign outside the door to the conference room. He opened the door walking in and flicking on the light switch as a reflex to the darkness in the room. As his eyes adjusted to the bright lights he settled his gaze on the girl sitting at the far end of the conference table that took up most of the space in the room.
Harry didn't have time to introduce himself before the girl was in front of him asking questions. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"
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Buffy had watched the stranger enter the room, and been a little shocked to realize that the lights had been off. Sometimes she forgot that her slayer vision wasn't affected by darkness. She got up from her chair. The stranger was just a boy. Couldn't be anymore than a year or two older than her. She walked over to him; thinking that he'd better have some answers.
She stopped in front of him and started firing questions "Who are you? What do you want from me?" She needed to know what this was all about, but the boy seemed taken back by her questions. Finally he did answer her. "My name's Harry, and I don't want anything from you except to know who you are and why you're here." She listened to him speak, "God what an accent" she thought while comparing the lilt of his voice to Giles and Spikes, trying to decide which it was more like, coming to the conclusion that it was a mixture of both.
"Is there something on my face?" the boy, who'd identified himself as Harry spoke interrupting Buffy's analysis of his voice.
"Huh?"
"You were staring, and you didn't answer my questions even though I answered yours."
"Sorry, it's your accent. I was trying to place it. I mean I know it's English, but its…. Oh God never mind…." Buffy smiled in embarrassment before speaking again "I'm Buffy, and I'm here because I was invited. You?"
"I was invited too." Harry said not sure whether to let her know that he knew she'd also saved the world, he decided to keep his mouth shut and just see what happened. "I wondered what we have in common to warrant an invitation for us both?" He tried sounding casual but he wasn't sure if he was really carrying it off.
Buffy thought for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to say anything. But feeling that she didn't have anything to lose and he was probably invited for near the same reason as she had been she decided to just tell him the truth. "I've saved the world a couple of times, how about you? He didn't look as shocked as she'd expected before he spoke again. "Yeah me too, four or five times, though always from the save guy."
"Arch nemesis?" She smiled in camaraderie
"Yeah, same old same old." It felt nice talking about it as if it were just another day at work.
"Let me guess…hmmm…." A smile played across her lips as she continued, "If he killed you he could take over the world"
"Yeah. You?"
"Several of them. I'm the girl all the villains love to hate"
Harry was going to say something else when another person rushed into the room.
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Clark was rushing down the streets of Chicago; He was going to be late again. And this time it was really important. He glanced down at his watch it was 9:58. He started checking street numbers, finding the one he stopped. He'd run the whole way from Kansas and he was out of breath as he walked into the lobby of the building. Clark went up to the receptionist, but before he could say anything she sighed exasperatingly
"Go to the 13th floor using the elevator on his right and when you get off go to the second door on your right, Conference room 40B." And with that she went back to her paperwork.
Clark followed her directions and when he entered 40B, he was surprised to find two other people; a man and woman. They were about his age. The woman was tiny and blonde and the man was tall and had very messy black hair. Before he could get a word out the woman spoke.
"Let me guess, you saved the world too."