Disclaimer: All of the Buffy characters belong to Crack-Head Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc., I'm just borrowing them for a while. There is no intent to profit from this. Only the story is mine, and even that is negotiable. See the end of the story for any disclaimer for any crossover character(s).
Note: The following is a scene from 'Buffy' that my muse has brought to my attention by showing how it might have gone differently from the canon Joss-verse. The crossover is indicated at the end of the scene.
Time frame: Season Five, Episode 88, ”Into the Woods.”
Character Bashing: Absolutely none.
Author's Notes 1: Thanks to Lori Bush, Tim Joy, Bill Haden and Drake the Archr for beta-ing this story.
The dialogue is from the BtVS Episode Guide and transcripts site, http://www.buffy-vs-angel.com/guide.shtml , from Season Five, Episode 88, ”Into the Woods.”
Setting: Sunnydale Hospital Surgical Waiting Room
Everyone was gathered in the hospital waiting room while Joyce underwent her brain surgery. Buffy and Riley were sitting next to each other, while Dawn was sprawled across several of the standard hospital-issue waiting room chairs, sleeping, her head in Buffy’s lap and Buffy stroking her long hair reassuringly.
Against another wall, Xander and Willow were sitting side by side in two of the not-at-all comfortable chairs. Giles was standing by a window, staring out, his thoughts clearly on something other than whatever it was he could see outside.
“What time is it?”
“There's a clock behind you, Will.”
“I know, but there's a watch right above your hand,” the redhead pouted as she looked at him.
Shrugging, Xander extended his arm to show her his watch.
“That can't be right,” she frowned, then turned her head to check the clock above nurses' station.
“Oh,” she murmured as she sat back and exchanged a look with Xander.
Off to the side, Buffy leaned her head back and sighed loudly. Riley put his hand on her knee in an attempt to reassure her.
“I can't stand this. What's taking so long?” Buffy complained, worry creasing her beautiful features.
“It doesn't mean anything,” Riley advised with the patience of someone who’s been in this position before.
“Actually, I'd worry more if your mom was out of surgery quickly. Might mean that, you know, they couldn't do much for her,” he suggested. Buffy frowned at that comment, looked down at Dawn, then looked back up at him.
Suddenly she put her hand over Riley's, which was still on her leg, as a tall, lean and dark-haired man wearing hospital garb could be seen approaching them
“Dawn, wake up,” Buffy said, shaking her sister gently as she slid out from under her. Everyone present stood up and gathered round, clearly eager to hear what the doctor was about to say, and each also clearly hesitant to be the first to ask.
“Okay, your mom's in recovery,” the green-clad neurosurgeon informed them.
“What happened? Is she all right?” Buffy asked.
“It was possible to visualize the tumor completely, which means I was able to get all of it. So, barring complications in recovery – I think your mother's going to be fine,” he announced, to everyone’s clear and obvious relief.
“Of course, we're still going to have to watch your mother carefully, and, uh, have her back in here for some follow-up testing,” he noted, to which Buffy nodded attentively. “But, ah, overall I'd consider the procedure a complete success.”
That final bit of news drew smiles all round, and everyone began hugging each other. Giles and Xander started to hug, then paused and settled for a handshake, instead.
“Oh my goodness, doctor, thank you. Thank you so much,” Buffy beamed as she hugged Riley, her relief making her weak-kneed so that she needed to lean against him for a bit of support.
“Please, it's my pleasure,” the neurosurgeon replied. “I’m just glad I could be of service.”
“So, doc,” Xander chimed in, “did I hear you telling the nurses earlier that you were going to be pinch-hitting at the Bronze tomorrow night?”
“Yes, I did, Mr. Harris,” the surgeon confirmed the younger man’s comment. “Some of my associates and I all get together and play as a way to relax and unwind from the pressures of the job.”
“So, what’s your group’s name?”
“The Hong Kong Cavaliers.”
“Well, Dr. Banzai, I’m really looking forward to seeing you guys play,” he smiled as he fingered the Blue Blaze Irregular badge in his pocket.
Crossover: The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension.
Disclaimer: Buckaroo Banzai, Blue Blaze Irregulars and the Hong Kong Cavaliers belong to W. D. Richter and Earl Mac Rauch, I believe. I’m quite sure they don’t belong to me.