Title: Crusaders
Author: Ash's Boomstick
Rating: R
Summary: YAHF: Xander becomes a very different type of crusader
BTVS/Secret Crossover
Dedications: The usual suspects and Team Dumbass.
Crusaders
He stared up into the darkened ceiling above him, things had changed around here since Halloween. A few things here and there changed for the worse around the town over the last night but far more good had popped up, as his eyes got used to the semi-darkness he saw what looked in the darkness as a strange looking chandelier. A set of smaller lenses surrounding a far larger one set in the center.
Stepping forward he pulled the oddly shaped helmet from under his arm and laid it down on the table, practically silent motors dropped an arm from the ceiling grasping the helmet and pulling it into the darkness. Sighing he still hoped that when he woke up in the morning that this would all be a dream, but he knew better.
Tiredly the teen stepped out of the room and headed down the corridor, without thinking about it he headed out and onto a platform. Climbing into a subway cart awaiting him, it took a few more seconds to realise what he had done as the car continued on its way before stopping at another platform almost five miles from the old bomb shelter he found himself in.
Stumbling out he grabbed the first thing to hand he found, a fire axe on the wall next to the entrance to the platform, gentle stepping up the staircase he found himself in a very high tech room. Immense computer banks and monitors were affixed to the wall, the lights like the rest of the rooms he had been in was dark and dingy.
The little light that he could see by allowed him to find the door, his paranoia and experience with the dark allowed him some success in moving quietly through the door as he used the manual override handle he 'remembered' and stepped outside into a large bare room with yet another door leading out.
Getting irked by the multitude of doors thus far he strode up and forgetting himself yanked the door open, at the same time the lights within the room he was in and the one ahead of him turned on full half blinding him as his eyes tried to recover.
Blinking a few times the afterimages began to die down, allowing him to focus his attention to the only movement in the room. A blonde man stood in front of him leant against the large mahogany desk, dressed in a grey and red jumpsuit identical to that he was rearing. The axe dropping from his shocked grasp he could only star at the apparition.
"We have a lot to talk about kid."