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Summary: Crossover with SU2 and Black Mask

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Theme: Heroic XanderKevinm2FR151118,95541113,4675 Jun 0329 Jun 03No

11 the downside

You’ll have to forgive me if this section is a bit brief. Suffice to say that with four of the six most important women in my life telling tales, the Squad got a very candid and totally embarrassing view of my life in Sunnydale. I may never forgive them for mentioning the whole ‘Mrs. French’ thing.

Anyway back to the really bad stuff. Like we found out later, Spikey boy got dechipped. With the Bleach Blonde wonder on his side, our real enemy got someone who knew most of the Scoobies weaknesses. Like the little Romeo and Juliet thing, that Buffy and Deadboy had going. Of course that’s when Ethan Rayne his ‘great’ idea on how to put a monkey-wrench into our lives.


“Let me get this straight,” Spike asked. “We’re going to remove the brooding wonder’s soul *again* and turn him back to Angelus?”

“That’s right.” Ethan smiled, “Once we’ve got Angelus on our side, we’ll have the perfect spy.”

“What about me?” Spike asked.

“They trust you about as far as I can throw this building,” Ethan replied. “Angel, on the other hand…”

“Don’t remind me,” Spike replied. “Being around him is depressing enough.”

“Not that I’m complaining about you bringing me back,” Mr. Trick interrupted, “but just to let you know... if I remember correctly from the Mayor’s files, the last time Angelus reemerged, he was a few slices short of a loaf. Are you sure we want a slayer-obsessed psycho on the team?”

“That won’t matter too much.” The robed figure smiled. “He won’t have to keep control for very long.”

“Right.” Ethan picked up the book of Anubis. “Once we have the sacrifice, they haven’t got a prayer. How long will it take you to remove Angelus’ soul?”

“By tomorrow night,” Ethan replied. “The only problem is I’ll have to get pretty close to him while he’s alone to do it.”

Spike smiled evilly. “Leave that to me.”


“All right, let me see if I have this correct,” Giles asked. “Your enhanced abilities are the result of a Government project similar to the Initiative?”

“Nope.” Brian shook his head. “Our enhancements came from people who actually knew what they were doing.”

“Play nice,” Buffy told them.

“Nothing against your boys, Finn.” Xander dropped the insulting nickname, in essence offering an olive branch. “Your people handled themselves well.”

“Thanks, I think.” Riley mulled over the slightly backhanded compliment. “Say, just how strong are you guys? I mean I’ve heard stories about Alpha’s going up against some demons one on one.”

“Probably true.” Xander nodded. “Speed and Strength-wise, I’d say we’re about level with Buffy and Faith.”

“Whoa.” Willow thought about that. “Instant Slayers.”

“Yeah.” Casey grinned. “Comes five to a box, just add a bit of Genetic engineering know how and scads of money.”

“Amazing.,” Giles shook his head. “I suppose there is a downside to this remarkable achievement?”

All five soldiers looked at each other for several seconds, finally lapsing into an uncomfortable silence.

“I’d say that was a yes,” Faith decided., “So Boytoy… Downside?”

“The original seven oh ones eventually showed signs of Megalomania and Paranoia,” Xander reported. “It led to them mutinying against their superior officers.”

“Part of that was a result of faulty psych tests,” Casey reported. “And the final project evaluation also mentions increased alienation due to lack of pain stimulus. That’s the reason our pain receptors are only tuned down, not turned off completely.”

“You got the evaluation of the original seven oh one project?” Jose asked. “How the hell did you... Never mind I don’t wanna know.”

Casey gave Jose a saccharine sweet smile. “Then why do you keep asking.”

“Before we get too far off the subject,” Buffy interjected, “any other downsides?”

Xander looked uncomfortable for a second before muttering, “Morituri Syndrome.”

“Excuse me?” Buffy looked confused. “Mora whatsis?”

“Morituri Syndrome,” Grant responded. “That’s the name the comic book reading idiots at R&D gave to the real drawback to the Alpha program.”

“You’re gonna have to pardon, Shadow.” Jose explained, “He’s still a little pissed about a joke the R&D boys played on the first Demon Hunter Squads.”

“Huh?” Willow looked around at the now grinning faces of the Squads members.

“You’ve seen the default black and grey ‘uniform’ the suit normally projects right?”

“Sure.” Now Riley added his two cents in. “Sure beats the baby blue of the unpowered suit.”

“Well, some clown in R&D decided to have some fun,” Jose continued. “He added a second default pattern that occurred at random intervals. We managed to stop that but the pattern is still stored in the systems hard wired memory.”

“So, what’s so bad about it?” Faith was now curious as well. “I mean, does it go transparent or something?”

“Get your mind... What am I saying?” Xander shook his head. “That’ll never happen. Just show her.”

Jose sighed, flipped open the small command control on the left forearm of his suit and punched the command code in. Then he closed his eyes and waited.

As the suit’s pattern changed into a very familiar red, white and blue pattern, everyone at the table who wasn’t a member of the Squad burst into astonished laughter. Jose quickly changed the suit back to its default mode.

“Oh lord,” Faith managed through her laughter. “Those guys in your R&D department need to get out more.”

“Look at it this way, Xander,” Buffy managed to gasp between laughs. “It could have been worse.”

“How?” Xander asked.

“Well,” Cordelia finally added her two cents to the conversation. “It could have been a blue, red and gold costume with a cape and a big S right on your chest.”

As she heard that, Buffy started laughing again. The members of the Demon hunter squad waited patiently until everyone managed to stop laughing.

“Hey wait,” Willow suddenly realized that the original question had never been answered, “What about the downside? That... that Morituri syndrome thingy.”

“Damn,” Xander muttered softly to himself. Then, sighing, he explained, “The genetic engineering that went into creating the Alphas is slightly incompatible with the human genome.”

“Which means?” Buffy prompted.

“Eventually small errors begin to occur during D.N.A. replication,” Casey finished for Xander. “Leading to cellular degeneration.”

“Wait.” Faith straightened up in her chair with a startled expression on her face. “Doctors have a name for that. It’s called *Cancer*!”

Ok, I’m not going into everything that was said to me at that point. Suffice to say that if I didn’t know that they were mad because they cared about me. I would have been hurt by some of the things that they called me.

Oh, you want an example? Well, ‘idiot’ and ‘moron’ were two of the milder ones. ‘Suicidal’ was also used, as was ‘imbecile’. All in all, I’d say the girls impressed even my squad with their repertoire of insults.

Eventually of course, even the four of them had to run out of insults to use.

“Are you done now?” Xander asked the girls as they finally wound down their tirade. “Or did you want to yell at me some more before hearing the rest?”

“There’s a rest?” Willow asked.

“Yeah.” Xander nodded. “The Brain trust at project seven oh one figured out that the maximum a human can go before the errors become irreversible and maybe lethal is ten years. So they set the maximum time that a DHS member can stay on active duty at five years a pop.”

“So what happens after five years?” Buffy asked with a worried look on her face.

“Another set of treatments to reverse the process,” Xander replied. “Then a year of downtime with some minor medical therapy to ensure no lingering effects.”

“Then we’re back in the saddle,” Brian finished in a voice that was a passable impersonation of Peter Venkman of the Real Ghostbusters. As every turned to stare at him, he got defensive. “Hey, I liked that show. It was the only good cartoon to come out of the eighties.”

“You know something, Shadow?” Jose shook his head. “You can be a real geek at times.”

Brian nodded his agreement, then said, “Sides, everyone knows that Transformers is the king.”

Jose grinned, and motioned towards Brian. “See? Him, I expect stuff like that from.”

“So did I miss anything?” a voice asked from the main hallway.

The SU2 members turned to see who the newcomer was. Standing in the doorway was a blond-haired figure in black pants, a black shirt and wearing a black leather trench coat. Before anyone could make any comments about the newcomers choice of dress, they all saw O’Malley step up behind the man and heard whine of the SU2 gun charging up.

“If I even think you’re about to move, you’re going to have a hole in you the size of a Mack Truck.” O’Malley warned him.

“Look, Mate.” Spike held his hands up. “I’m a white hat now. No need to go all Clint Eastwood on me.”

“I’ll make my own mind up about that,” O’Malley replied.

“C’mon,” Spike appealed to the others “Somebody explain things to him.”

“You mean like the fact that you’re a bloodsucking ghoul?” O’Malley pressed the gun into the small of Spike’s back. “I already figured that one out from the lack of body heat. What I can’t figure out is why you’d be dumb enough to show up here.”

“Because he works for us,” Buffy explained to O’Malley. “Spike’s technically on our side now.”

“What?” Xander said in shock.

Okay, so I wasn’t the only one who pulled out a few surprises at the Scooby reunion. I still think Willow’s was the biggest though, but I’m getting ahead of myself.


“How many souled vamps do you guys know?” Brian asked in shock. “And how many more are there out there?”

“Except for Angel, we’ve never met any other souled vampires,” Willow told him. “Spike doesn’t have his soul.”

“Wait,” Benson asked. “If he’s still a *normal* vampire, how can you trust him?”

Almost as an afterthought, she added, “I can’t believe I just called someone a *normal* vampire.”

“Because the Initiative inserted a chip into Spike’s head that prevents him from hurting people,” Riley explained. “If he tries to hurt a human, it delivers a pain response equal the pain he intended to inflict.”

“Wait,” Xander said in amusement. “Are you saying, that...?”

Buffy finished for him, “They did an operation and now, Spikey doesn’t want to play with the other puppies.”

Spike barely suppressed a growl as the Demon hunter squad and the two SU2 agents had a laugh at his expense. As he watched O’Malley put his gun away, Spike thought, “Just wait, you bloody wankers. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Hey.” Xander looked around. “Where’s the G-Man?”

“He got a phone call while we were teasing you,” Cordelia answered. “Something about the Book of Anubis.”

“That’s good,” Benson said as she sat down. “Because, except for some very fragmented documents, Sean and Jonathan couldn’t find anything about it.”

“What about the people that the book was stolen from?” Faith asked. “Didn’t they know anything?”

“Well we did interview William O’Connel,” O’Malley replied, “He’s the grandson of Evelyn O’Connel.”

“And?” Buffy asked.

“He said that no one in their family was dumb enough to open an ancient Egyptian book of darkness.” O’Malley shrugged. “Something about having learned that lesson decades ago. Whatever the hell that means.”

“So what do we know about it?” Riley asked.

“Well,” Benson tried to remember everything they got from Sean. “According to our experts, the book is a collection of spells dealing with dark magic and blood sacrifice.”

“It’s more than that,” Giles reported as he rejoined the group. He paused a moment upon seeing Spike there, then walked to the head of the table.

“How bad?” Xander asked.

“The book contains one particular spell that opens the, and I quote, ‘doorway to fire and pain’.” Giles kept his composure by reverted to lecture mode. “Apparently the door opens for one night and during that night, the conjurer, if he has sufficient power, can manipulate the energy of doorway to do nearly anything he can imagine.”

“That is *so* not good.” Willow closed her eyes. Then she stiffened and shot a panicked look at Giles. “Wait, Giles. Is that spell meant to be used on a dormant Doorway or a closed one?”

“On a dormant one...” Giles stopped and his eyes got wider too. “Oh bloody hell.”

“Why am I sure this is a bad thing?” O’Malley asked.

“Because if this spell is used on our Hellmouth then it’s entirely possible th... that it won’t close,” Giles answered.

“Okay...” Carl drew the word out. “This is really not a good thing. I’m outta here.”

“Forget it, Carl.” O’Malley pulled his gun. “What you’re going to do is find out where and when this is supposed to take place.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Be creative.” O’Malley put his gun away again. “Contact your fellow lowlifes and degenerates.”

“I resent that,” Carl objected. “They’re not all lowlifes and degenerates.”

“No.” O’Malley nodded. “Some of them are just lowlifes or degenerates.”

Carl started to reply, stopped, thought about it, then shrugged. “I’ll go call my peeps. Maybe Willy knows something.”

“Why am I not surprised he knows that sleaze?” Faith asked, still a little peeved at Carl.

“If it’s underhanded, shady or the least bit crooked, Carl’s probably got his finger in there somewhere.” O’Malley shrugged. “I have to admit, he does manage to come through for us ever now and then.”

“Him?” Faith turned and gave O’Malley the once over. Apparently liking what she saw, she leaned in and smiled. “Hi, I’m Faith… The Vampire Slayer.”

“O’Malley.” He smiled back. “Detective Nick O’Malley.”

“Special Unit Two.” Faith finished for him, practically purring she said, “I didn’t know that SU2 had such good lookers working for them.”

“Ex... Excuse me?” Everyone turned to see a timid looking blonde enter the room. “I... I’m looking for Willow?”

“Tara?” Willow bounced out her seat and kissed the newcomer. “Is something wrong, Sweetie?”

“Sweetie!?” Xander knew that his jaw had practically hit the floor. If he’d been a cartoon character, his jaw would probably be in the basement with Willow’s next statement.

“Xander, I want you to meet Tara. I’m living with her.”

Like I said, I think Will’s surprise was the biggest.

Anyway by the time my brain finally started working again and I managed to at least stop making fish noises, Angel got back from wherever he’d gotten to. And Doyle finally got around to telling us about the vision that brought us here.

End pt 11

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