Chapter 2

On the outskirts of Mos Espa, the Queen's Nubian shuttle sat idle in the desert, its crew eagerly awaiting the replacement parts so they could leave what they thought of as a backwater planet. Inside the ship, Obi-Wan Kenobi sat behind the com system, talking to his master.

"Are you sure there isn't anything of value left on board?" Qui-Gon asked.

Obi-wan considered for a moment. "A few containers of supplies, the Queen's wardrobe, some jewelry maybe. Not enough to barter with. Not in the amounts you're talking about."

"All right," Qui-Gon responded over the link. "Another solution will present itself. I'll check back."

Obi-Wan turned the com off and sat back in his chair, deep in thought. He paid little mind to the handmaiden whom had entered the cockpit.

"Problems?" she asked. Obi-Wan nodded.

"Yes." He replied, turning to face the handmaiden. "A salvage operator has the parts we need, but will not except Republic credits. Nor will anyone else, I'm afraid."

The handmaiden nodded. "That's defiantly a problem." She then stuck out her hand. "I'm Rose. Rose Naberrie."

Obi-Wan took her proffered hand and shook it. "Obi-Wan Kenobi." He replied. Obi-Wan took a moment to study the young handmaiden. She looked to be in her early twenties, and wore the same concealing outfit that every one of the handmaidens wore. What little he could see of her face revealed bright green eyes set into a pale face framed by locks of red hair. He considered the girl for a moment before addressing her again. "Naberrie. I've heard of that name. Are you related to-"

"Padmè?" Rose responded with a small smile. "Not exactly. Her family took me in when I arrived on Naboo, then sort of adopted me."

"I see." Obi-Wan replied. After a moment of silence, he asked her, "Do you know if we have anything of value on the ship?"

Rose considered this for a moment. "Some jewelry, some equipment, the Queen's wardrobe- hey, you could try selling that, since, and I'd never say this to Her Highness's face, those robes are god-awful ugly…; all of the maintenance droids were destroyed in the escape, otherwise you could sell them, we got some blasters, but I doubt they would get much-"

"All right, all right!" Obi-Wan laughed. "Just take a breath Rose! Goodness, you're not your average handmaiden, are you?"

Rose chuckled. "You mean reserved, subdued, and all that jazz? Nope, not me. I have a penchant for babbling." Rose's face suddenly took on a serious look. "Tell me the truth. How much danger is the Queen in here?"

"Considerable danger." Obi-Wan responded after a moment. "The longer we remain here, the more likely it is that the Hutt's will learn of her presence here and attempt to kidnap her. Also, the more likely it becomes that the Trade Federation, or whomever is working with them, will find us."

"Then I hope your master gets the parts soon. In the meantime, I'll make sure the girls are on our guard."

Obi-Wan nodded. "You do that. Help secure the ship, and hopefully soon we will have what we need and we'll be on our way."

"We might be here for a while." Rose remarked, looking out the windows at the sand blowing on the dunes. "Looks like a storm is a-brewin'."

Obi-Wan frowned and exited the cockpit, Rose right behind him as he made his way to the ramp that led outside. He made his way down the ramp and stood beside Captain Panaka, observing the storm as it began to obscure the small town of Mos Espa.

"This storm's going to slow them down," The Jedi remarked, worry evident in his voice.

Panaka nodded. "It looks pretty bad. We'd better seal up the ship before it gets worse." The captain's comlink beeped, and Panaka answered it. "Yes?"

"We're receiving a message from home." Ric Oliè, the pilot, said from the other end of the link.

Panaka looked at Obi-Wan. "We'll be right there."

Panaka led the way up the ramp with the Jedi right behind him. Once inside, he sealed up the ramp, and they proceeded to the Queen's chambers, were the transmission had been received.

Panaka, Obi-Wan, and Rose entered the chamber to see Ric, the Queen, and her handmaidens Eirtaè and Rabè viewing a weakly shimmering hologram of Sio Bibble, governor of Naboo.

"…cut off all our food supplies until you return…death toll rising, catastrophic…must bow to their wishes, Your Highness…" the image and voice faded and returned, still somewhat garbled. "Please, I beg of you, tell us what to do! If you can hear me, Your Highness, you must contact me…"

The transmission finally cut off completely. Queen Amidala sat staring at the space where her governor had been only moments before, her smooth face troubled. She wrung her hands in her lap, betraying her nervousness. Her gaze moved to Obi-Wan, whom shook his head immediately. "It is a trick. Send no reply, Your Highness. Send no transmission of any kind."

The Queen looked at him in uncertainty for a moment, then her gaze moved off to his right for a split second, where Rose was standing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rose nod her head in agreement. Then the Queen followed suit, nodding in acquiescence herself. Obi-Wan left the chamber without further comment; with only two thoughts on his mind- did he make the right decision, and who was this Rose, who commanded such influence with the Queen?

The sandstorm was raging through the streets of Mos Espa by the time Anakin, his hand still tightly clutching Padmè's so as not to loose her, led the group into the slave quarters of the city. But even while Anakin led them to his home, his mind was a jumble of thoughts- thoughts about Padmè, of how he couldn't wait to introduce her to his mother, to show her his various projects, how soft her hand was… Anakin face flushed at that thought, and he re-directed his mind to other thoughts. Thoughts of the cowboy, as Buffy called him. Anakin had thought him a simple farmer, at first. But after seeing the lightsaber hanging from his belt…only Jedi carried lightsabers. The thought of bringing an actual Jedi into his home was an exciting, and frightening, prospect. Exciting, because he had always dreamed of becoming a Jedi. Frightening, because he knew how protective Buffy could be of him. And if she thought the Jedi was a threat to him or his mom-

Well, he really wouldn't want to be the Jedi then.

Buffy brought up the rear of the party, fighting her way through the storm. She hadn't been kidding when she told them it had taken her a month to recover from the first storm she had been through. Of course, she had failed to mention that for anybody without Slayer healing, it most likely would have been fatal. No need to show all of her cards before the flop, after all…

Her eyes never strayed far from Clint, as she called him in her mind. What kind of name was Qui-Gon, anyway? What was with all the weird names? For once, she would like to meet someone named Bob, or Ben, or Owen… but, no! She meets people named Qui-Gon! Buffy shook her head, partly to clear out the jumble of thoughts racing in her mind, and partly to clear the sand from her eyes, and focused back on the problem that was Qui-Gon. She knew, from Anakin's descriptions, that the thing on his belt was a lightsaber, and that lightsabers were traditional weapon of a Jedi. She also knew that the Jedi were supposed to be the good guys here, something akin to the Vampire Slayers on her own world. However, she couldn't help but find it suspicious that a Jedi would show up in their small town. Her eyes narrowed at the Jedi, she silently vowed to keep a watch on him. If his intentions were friendly, than they wouldn't have a problem. And if his intentions were less than friendly?

Well, then she'd find out who would win in a fight between a Jedi and the Slayer.

The group finally reached the slaver quarters, which was little more than hovels stacked haphazardly on top of one another and connected by switchback stairways and common walls. The plaza in front was empty of people as they all struggled to find shelter from the storm. Anakin led them through the windy plaza, and finally pushed his way through his front door into his home.

"Mom! Mom! I'm home!" he called out.

The adobe walls of the hovel glimmered softly in the sand-obscured sunlight that came in through the small windows, as well as from the electric glow from the ceiling fixtures. The group stood in the main room, a rather small space the contained a table and chairs. The kitchen was set into one wall, and a work space occupied the wall across from it. Two opening in the far said of the room led to sleeping quarters and a sitting room.

"Tis cozy," Jar Jar murmured. Buffy nodded.

"It's not much," she said, looking around, "but it's home."

Anakin's mother entered from the work area, brushing her hands off on her dress. She was a woman of forty, her long brown hair tied back from her worn face, her clothing rough and simple. She had been pretty once, and Anakin and Buffy would say that she was pretty still, but time and the demands of her life were catching up with her. Her warm and youthful smile faded quickly when she saw the group assembled behind her children.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed, glancing uncertainly at the surrounding faces. "Annie, Buffy, what's this?"

Buffy pointed to her brother, silently mouthing 'It's not my idea!' Anakin just beamed.

"These are my friends, Mom. This is Padmè Naberrie, and this is-"

"Qui-Gon Jinn." The Jedi said, extending his hand to Anakin's mother, who took it. "And this is Jar Jar Binks." The Gungan made a gesture that Buffy assumed was a wave, and then the droid gave a beep.

"And this is our droid, Artoo-Detoo." Padmè finished.

"I'm building a droid!" Anakin said excitedly, anxious to impress the pretty young girl. "You wanna see?"

"Anakin!" his mother said, stopping him in his tracks. Her face took on an expression that Buffy always found akin to Willow's 'resolve face'. "Anakin, why are they here?" she asked.

"There's a sandstorm, Mom. Listen."

Shmi glanced out the windows into the plaza, which was now obscured by swirling sand.

"Your son was kind enough to offer us shelter," Qui-Gon explained. "We met him in the shop were he works."

"Come on!" Anakin said, grabbing Padmè's hand again. "Let me show you my droid," He led Padmè toward his bedroom, already telling her about his droid. The girl followed, listening attentively to what Anakin was saying. R2-D2 followed behind, apparently interested in seeing what the boy had built. Buffy chuckled, seeing the look on her mom's face.

"Relax, Mom." She said with a small smile. "These are the only years you don't have to worry about your son bringing a girl into his room." With that, the tension in the room seemed to abate somewhat.

"I'm Shmi Skywalker," she said. "Anakin, Buffy and I are pleased to have you as our guests."

Qui-Don, sensing what was needed, reached into his poncho and pulled out several small capsules from the belt he wore and handed them to Shmi.

"I know this is unexpected. Take these. There's enough food for a meal."

"Thank you.": she said, accepting the capsules, her eyes meeting his face briefly before lowering again. "Thank you very much. I'm sorry if I was abrupt. I'll never get used to Anakin's surprises, I guess.:

"He's a very special boy." Qui-Gon offered. Buffy's eyes narrowed, even as Shmi once again looked the Jedi in the eye.

"I know." She replied simply, though her tone conveyed a greater meaning.

The storm continued to rage for the rest of the day, piling sand up against the buildings and doors. Anakin showed Padmè the protocol droid he was building for his mother, which he called See-Threepio. They both got a laugh when R2-D2 told the other droid that it was naked.

Shmi used the food capsules Qui-Gon provided to cook up dinner for them. As Shmi fixed the meal and Anakin had Padmè occupied in his room, Qui-Gon took the moment to move over to a quiet corner of the hovel and contact his Padawan. While the connection wasn't perfect, it was good enough for him to learn of the transmission from Naboo. He advised his protégé that he had done the right thing, and that the communiqué was an obvious ruse to establish a trace. Before he signed off, Obi-Wan told him something that piqued his interest.

"There is one other thing, Master. When I advised the Queen not to send a transmission, she seemed to look to one of her handmaidens for…well, approval, almost. As if she needed her opinion before agreeing with me."

"Most interesting." Qui-Gon replied, stroking his goatee. "Who is she?"

"She says her name is Rose Naberrie. She is apparently Padmè's sister, adopted by the other handmaiden's parents when she had arrived on Naboo. There is something about her…"

"If the opportunity arises , I will ask Padmè about her. In the meantime, stay on your guard. Qui-Gon out."

Soon dinner was ready, and the group took their places around the table- Qui-Gon and Padmè at the ends, with Shmi, Buffy, Anakin and Jar-Jar around the sides. Anakin, naturally, took the seat next to Padmè, and was explaining his life as a slave in only the way a young boy could- as a fact of his life, nothing more. Shmi, in contrast, was trying to show the severity of their situation to their guests.

"All slaves have transmitters placed inside their bodies," she explained.

"I've been working on a scanner to try and locate them, but so far no luck." Anakin added.

"Any attempt at escape…" Shmi started.

"…and they blow you up!" Anakin finished, adding an overly dramatic 'Boom!'

"Or in my case, they just zap me." Buffy added, absently fingering her collar.

A loud slurping noise stopped the conversation, as all eyes turned to face the offending member of their dinner party. Jar Jar lowered his head in embarrassment.

Padmè turned back to Shmi. "I can't believe slavery is still permitted in the galaxy. The Republic's antislavery laws should-­"

"The Republic doesn't exist out here." Buffy responded, her voice hard. "We survive on our own."

There was an awkward silence at the table, before Anakin's youthful exuberance found a way to break it.

"Have you ever seen a Podrace?" he asked Padmè, trying to ease her discomfort. She shook her head no, and a look at Shmi saw the concern set in on her weathered face. Buffy also sported a frown. In the meantime, Jar Jar launched his tongue at a piece of fruit in a bowl at the far end of the table, deftly plucking it out and swallowing it loudly. Buffy's frown turned into a look of disgust, even as Qui-Gon's disapproving look silenced the Gungan.

"They have Podracing on Malastare," Qui-Gon remarked. "Very fast, very dangerous."

Anakin grinned. "I'm the only human who can do it!" A sharp look from his mother, and a sudden cough from his sister, wiped the grin off of his face. "Mom, what? I'm not bragging. It's true! Watto says he's never heard of a human doing it."

"You race like I drive." Buffy observed sarcastically. Anakin huffed.

"Please, Buffy. I could never race that bad. It just isn't scientifically possible!"

Buffy stuck her tongue out at her brother as Qui-Gon observed the boy carefully. "You must have Jedi reflexes if you race Pods."

Anakin smiled broadly at the compliment, and Jar Jar took the opportunity to try and snatch another piece of fruit from the bowl. However, this time Qui-Gon was waiting, and as the Gungans tongue shot out, Qui-Gon quickly moved to snatch it-

And snatched it at the exact same moment as Buffy. He looked at her in surprise for a moment; Buffy looked back passively, before looking to Jar Jar.

"Try it again, I rip it out. Got it?" she said, tightening her grip on the tongue. The Gungan yelped, and said something intelligible that Buffy took as an agreement, and released it. Qui-Gon appraised the young woman once more.

"It seems you must have Jedi reflexes as well." He remarked. Buffy gave him a bland smile.

"I got great hand-eye coordination. The benefits of too many videogames, I guess."

Anakin looked up at the older man's face. "I…was wondering something…" he started hesitantly. Qui-Gon nodded at him to continue. The boy took a breath, gathered his courage, and spoke. "You're a Jedi Knight, aren't you?"

There was a moment of silence as the tow stared at each other. Finally, Qui-Gon spoke.

"What makes you think that?"

"I saw your lightsaber." Anakin said, still a bit nervous. "Only Jedi Knights carry that kind of weapon."

Qui-Gon continued to stare at him, then leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Perhaps I killed a Jedi and stole it from him."

Anakin shook his head. "I don't think so. No one can kill a Jedi."

Qui-Gon's smile faded as a look of sadness crossed his face. "I wish that were so…"

"I had a dream that I was a Jedi." Anakin said eagerly. "I came back and freed all the slaves. Have you come to free us?" he asked suddenly, his young face expectant.

Qui-Gon shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not…" he started, but trailed off. Anakin took that moment to press on.

"I think you have," he insisted. "Why else would you be here?"

Shmi was about to say something, but Qui-Gon spoke first. "I can see there's no fooling you, Anakin. But you mustn't let anyone know about us. We're on our way to Coruscant, the central system in the republic, on a very important mission. It must be kept secret."

Anakin's eye's widened. "Coruscant? Wow! Hoe did you end up out here in the Outer Rim?"

"It's what happens when men drive. They never stop at the gas station to ask for directions." Buffy quipped, drawing both curious and amused looks from Qui-Gon and Padmè.

"Our ship was damaged," the girl answered. "We're stranded here until we can repair it."

"I can help!" Anakin announced quickly, anxious to help them. "I can fix anything!"

"He's right. He's like a mini-MacGyver." Buffy added, drawing more confused looks. The girl sighed. "Nobody gets me."

Qui-Gon smiled at the sibling's antics. "I believe you can, but our first task, as you know from our visit to Watto's shop, is to acquire the parts we need."

"Wit nutten ta trade." Jar Jar added sourly.

Padmè looked at the Jedi speculatively. "These junk dealers have to have a weakness of some kind."

"Gambling." Shmi said at once. She and Buffy both rose and started to clear the table of the dishes. "Everything in Mos Espa revolves around betting on those awful Podraces."

Qui-Gon rose and stood by the window, looking out at the swirling sand. "Podracing. Greed can be a powerful ally, if it's used properly."

"I've built a racer!" Anakin declared, jumping to his feet, his face showing with pride. "It's the fastest ever! There's a big race day after tomorrow, on Boonta Eve. You could enter my Pod! It's all but finished-"

"Whoa! Down, boy!" Buffy said quickly, even as his mother said sharply, and not without concern "Anakin! Settle down! Watto won't let you race!"

"The hell with Watto, I won't let you race!" Buffy added; concern on her face as well.

"Watto doesn't have to know the racer is mine!" Anakin said quickly, working through the problems in his mind. He looked to Qui-Gon and smiled, the pieces falling into place. "You could make him think it was yours! You could get him to let me pilot it for you!"

Buffy glared at the Jedi. "He could also get that lightsaber shoved up his a-" Buffy's threat was cut off by a sharp "Buffy!" from Shmi, who then turned to Anakin. "I don't want you to race, Annie. It's awful. I die every time Watto makes you do it. Every time."

Anakin bit his lip. "But mom, I love it!" He then gestured towards Qui-Gon. "And they need my help. They're in trouble. The prize money would more than pay for the parts they need."

Qui-Gon walked over and looked down at Anakin. "You're mother's right. Let's drop the matter." Qui-Gon smiled at the boy, and then looked back to Shmi. "Do you know anyone friendly to the Republic who might be able to help us?"

Shmi was silent for a moment, then shook her head no. Buffy did the same.

"We have to help them, Mom, Buffy," Anakin insisted, knowing that he was right, that he was meant to help these people. "Remember what you said? You said the biggest problem in the universe is that no one helps anyone."

"Oh, god, not the guilt-trip…" Buffy muttered, shaking her head.

"But she said it, Buffy." Anakin shot back, refusing to back down from either of them. Both of them remained silent, but the worry was evident on their faces still.

"I'm sure Qui-Gon doesn't want to put your son in danger," Padmè interjected, trying to ease the tension they had brought between the family. "We will find another way…"

Shmi looked at the girl and shook her head slowly. "No, Annie's right. There is no other way. I may not like it, but he can help you." She paused for a moment, considering. "Maybe he was made to help you."

Buffy sighed and hung her head, obviously upset. Annie didn't notice; his face had just lit up like a kid at Christmas.

"Is that a yes? That is a yes!" he yelled, clapping his hands in glee.

Later that night, Qui-Gon Jinn stood in the doorway of the boy's bedroom and watched him sleep. Padmè had taken Buffy's room, while Jar Jar was curled up on the small sofa near the front door, and Buffy was sleeping near the back door of the hovel in the kitchen.

But Qui-Gon found that sleep eluded him, as thoughts about the children, especially the boy, invaded his mind. He had told the mother that the boy was special, and of this he had no doubt. Neither did Shmi, from what he had observed. They both knew that Anakin Skywalker was different.

Then there was the girl- he still didn't know what to make of her. At times, he saw her as a kindred spirit, as special and unique as Anakin. At other times, she put him on edge to such an extent that he wondered, albeit briefly, if she followed Sith teachings. He immediately discarded such thought- the Sith were dead, wiped out a millennia ago from in-fighting and power struggles. Besides, she obviously cared about the boy. Such compassion alone would preclude her from becoming a Sith.

He knew what was spoken about him at the Council. That he was reckless, that he spent too much time with his 'charity cases', or pointless distractions, as Obi-Wan called them. That he spent too much time in the present, and not enough time regarding the past of the future. That is where he and his Padawan differed- Obi-Wan was more adept on focusing on the larger issue, whereas Qui-Gon had a more intuitive nature, which usually drew him to focus on individual beings, something that Obi-Wan quite frequently disagreed with.

Qui-Gon sighed, putting such thought aside and once again regarding the boy. Chance did not bring them here, he had said. It was not chance that brought them into contact with two gifted children. Only time would reveal the true reason for their meeting, of this he was sure.

Qui-Gon turned and headed back to the kitchen, but stopped short when he saw Buffy staring directly at him. How long had she been watching me? He wondered. Deciding to ignore her for the moment, he continued into the kitchen and laid down on the floor on his back, stretching himself out. As he closed his eyes, he heard her speak.

"I love my family, Jedi. And I'll do whatever I find is necessary to protect them."

Qui-Gon opened his eyes and turned his head, so that he was looking at the girl.

"I mean you or your family no harm, Buffy." He said evenly. Buffy nodded.

"You Jedi are supposed to be the good guys; guardians of the light, I suppose. I can respect that. Just-" she stopped, then took a deep breath and continued. "Don't get his hopes up. He's too innocent to have his drams shattered by someone, or something, that he idolizes."

"I give you my word that I will do my best." Qui-Gon replied. Buffy heard the sincerity in his voice and nodded.

"Good. And Qui-Gon? When I said I'd do whatever I find necessary to protect my family, I meant it. And may god have mercy on the poor schmuck that hurts either of them," Her voice suddenly turned cold, her eyes became hard as stone, "because I won't." And with that, she closed her eyes and went to sleep. Shortly after, Qui-Gon also closed his eyes, though he found sleep a little harder to come by than the girl had.

TBC

A/n: Okay people, I'm putting he call out- Several people have asked me if I know of any more sites that had Buffy/Star Wars crossovers, other than TTH. I know that Fanfiction must have some (though it'll take some effort to find them), but other than that, I don't know. IF anybody knows of any sites, please tell me in a review!

Holly Hannah! 9 reviews on TTH, 15 on and just for the first chapter- I am blown away. I hadn't planned on writing this chapter so soon, but because you demanded it…thank you to all my reviewers, for all of the kind words, and even thank you to the flamer on TTH!

Originally, Emily 'The Muse' had agreed to be my beta for this story. But I finished this chapter 2 weeks ago, and she had written me that she was swamped at work and would not have enough time to beta my story as rapidly as I would like it. So I'm putting the call out again- if anybody is available to beta this story, and get it back to me within a few days at most, please let me know. Let me know via a review, or drop me a line at the e-mail address that is in my profile. And go check out The Muse's stories- I see that she has just published her own Star Wars/Buffy crossover

Review Responses:

RaeAngel: Really? What is the name of your story? I'm always looking for more good fics to read…and good Buffy-based Star Wars fix are in short supply. Making Buffy Anakin's sister was an inspiration I got from Winterd's story, and it really works- Anakin, and his mother, were always trying to help people. So if Watto dropped Buffy in their laps, they'd take her in and help her, too. After a year, Buffy wouldn't be able to help considering them family. Thanks for the review!

Lin: Danke, and I will try.

Angus Hardie: Thank you for your review. I'm trying to make this story as different as possible from Winterd's, though thanks to the source material, it will remain similar. Though as the series goes on, it will begin to differ from the movies. Willow is not a Jedi, and the reasons for this will be made clear at the end of Phantom's, but she is still a witch. As for bringing into the second (first?) trilogy, I'm at the point now where I got the end of Return of the Jedi completely planned out, but I'm still working on the rest. Oy…

Dream-DancerSalem: Thanks to reviewers like you, you get to read this chapter a hell of a lot soon than I thought. Thanks for the review!

StorytellerSJK: You know, I would never read Buffy/Star Wars fics, because most of them were 'Xander dresses up as a Jedi on Halloween', and the Halloween stories never worked for me. It wasn't until I found the two Buffy stories on TTH. I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far, and thanks for the review!

Chiefwarsgirl: I'm glad you like what I'm doing. Like I said before, I plan on diverging more from the movies as I go along, so I hope I can keep the excitement George Lucas had going. Thanks for the review!

Saint Maverick: I'm glad you like it. I can't take all of the credit, though- I;ve gotten a lot of inspiration from Winterd, and writing inspiration from Terry Brooks (It's his adaptation I'm basing the story off of, and while I try not to copy the screenplay exactly, I do try to keep the spirit of what was written). Thanks for the review!

elsawriter : And hello, Elsa! Let me take a moment to say that you've been on my recommended reading list for a while now (at least, the list I posted at the end of 'Dawn of the Phoenix', which you can read right here on TTH and (Thumbs up, cheap pop!)). I agree- there are really not enough good crossovers for Buffy/Star Wars. At least that found, but I only visit tow general fanfic sites… As for pairings, there will obviously be Anakin/Padmè, but nothing for Buffy or Willow (for reasons to be explained). And though I haven't come out and said it yet, Willow is Rose. Thanks for the review!

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Just Me: I loved that you loved it! Thanks for the review! BTW- which other Buffy/Star Wars crossovers do you find to be the best? I'm looking to read more, but I'm hesitant to read the Xander-based fics. And recommendations?

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Cyndur: I'm glad you like it, and I have to agree with you. If I find any more sites, I'll post them in my author's notes. Thanks for the review!

Ringo's Wildrose: And hello, Ringo! I'm glad you like the story, and like I've said before, if you want to read a well-written cross, go read Winterd's story 'Phantom's and Slayers' on TTH.And I think you'll like what happens to Buffy and Willow… though I wont say what. Thanks for the review!

Panther28: I'm glad you've liked both of my stories so far, and I have good news- I plan on updating 'Light Brigade' by next week. Of course, now that I said that, I'll actually have to write it… I won't say if Buffy will get home, but I will say that everything (well, almost everything…) will be settled in Episode 3. Thanks for the review!

Jedi-Princess/nascar girl: The first thing that came to my mind reading your name- Leia Gordon? Interesting dynamic you've got there ;) In all seriousness, thank you for the review. 'Phantoms and Slayers' can be found on Twisting the Hellmouth, under Movies Star Wars, or on the 'Latest' page. Thanks again!