I Never Said Wish
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke.
Okay, so she was officially creeped out. And she wasn’t quite sure as to how it happened. Wait, no, she knew what happened, but what she didn’t understand was why it happened. She figured whatever happened was her fault, mainly because the instant before the creepy thing happened, she basically wished it. But she thought she was in the clear because she hadn’t actually said the word “wish.”
“I’m still a little shaken by the ordeal,” Dawn told the reporter that approached her. “I’m sure Mr. Harris will gladly answer any questions.”
The reporter nodded and walked back over to Xander who was trying to answer all the questions that were thrown his way. Dawn knew it would be a while before Xander was free and when they could finally get started on their expedition to pick up the newest slayer, so she decided to play everything over in her head once more, trying to figure out what could have caused this event to happen.
They had boarded the train, one that would take them from Cleveland to Chicago earlier that day. The ride was supposed to take three hours and Dawn thought she had the patience to handle it. She was clearly wrong. An hour or so into the ride, Dawn was bored. As Andrew would say, she was Episode One bored.
“Xander, make the train go faster,” Dawn whined.
“Shall I just ask the conductor to speed us along because one of his passengers got bored?” Xander smirked. “C’mon, look at this scenery!”
Dawn stared out the window, not really seeing anything that sparked her interest. “Yea, it’s all very naturey, but I want to see something more, y’know, fun. Or at least, find some fun on this train.”
Before Xander could retort, their cabin door opened. They couldn’t see the person, but they did see an arm come through, holding a gun. Dawn screamed, but it didn’t affect the person, as whoever it was, fired at Xander. Luckily, it was only a tranquilizer and was out cold. The same arm pointed at Dawn and she, too, was tranquilized unconscious.
She woke up in another room, slightly disorientated. After clearing her head, she realized a few things. The first, she was tied to a semi-comfortable chair. The second, she was at least still on the train as she looked out the window and saw the trees passing by. The third thing she realized was that Xander was not with her. She checked the rest of her surroundings, seeing a pool table and a mini bar. This is all reminded her of some old movie where the good guy always chased after the bad guy on the train and they fought in the caboose. After looking out the window of the car, she noticed that she was, indeed, in the caboose.
“Oh great,” she muttered. This really couldn’t be happening, could it?
The other door to the caboose opened, and in walked the guy she assumed kidnapped her. He wore, of all things to wear when kidnapping someone, a suit. Black, naturally. He looked like a decent man, not someone who might potentially kill her. Dark brown hair and brown eyes. A chiseled jaw, and, after getting a closer look at his body, a chiseled chest. If he weren’t evil, she’d consider crushing after him. Though, that never really stopped her before.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Well, you tranq’d me and now I’m tied to a chair,” Dawn answered. “So, I guess, no.”
“I can make your stay more pleasant,” the man shrugged. “It won’t really matter, though.”
“Why not?” She was getting a little worried. This guy didn’t seem like a demon.
“This car is rigged with a few explosives,” he answered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a controller. She assumed it was the detonator. “And when I press this button, this car will be no more.”
And this is when things got really confusing. Mostly because after things went back to normal and before the reporters swarmed them, Xander was able to tell Dawn just how he managed to save her. Some parts were sketchy, mostly because he was rushed, but even with all the details, Dawn was sure she wouldn’t understand what happened.
Xander told her that when he had woken up, he knew that she was in the caboose and that the guy that kidnapped her was planning on blowing it up. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he just did. He also told her that he knew that several lackeys of the man were waiting between him and the caboose.
He basically fought his way to her, taking out most the men. She was surprised to hear he actually threw some of the men from the moving train. They were human and Xander had actually killed them. But she had to remind herself that they weren’t real. She only knew that because of when Xander fought the kidnapper.
The door to the caboose opened and much like the demons that kidnapped her in the past, the man made a big speech. There was even some maniacal laughter involved, even from Xander. Before she knew it, they were fighting one another. This was definitely dirty fighting, using all objects around them to strike the other down.
Dawn knew something was wrong when the fight made its way outside, on top of the caboose. She was fairly certain that Xander, under most circumstances, wouldn’t have gotten on top of a moving train, or at least, without complaining first. He hadn’t complained at all, she realized. Not even made a nice quip, which was like, a requirement to being a Scooby!
When they went topside, Dawn stayed tied to her seat. Though the situation was a bad one, she still grew bored. She didn’t dare announce it because she remembered the last time it happened, she wound up unconscious.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Xander came back inside the caboose. He smirked as he held up the detonator.
“Where is he?” she asked as he untied her.
“Um,” Xander scratched his head. It seemed that whatever caused him to be all heroic was done. “I remember throwing him off, but his body disappeared. Dawn, I watched his body as it shimmered away. I’m thinking all the bodies did that.”
Somehow, all of this reached the media and when the trained stopped, reporters attacked them. Dawn was not prepared for them, so she quickly made up an excuse about being too traumatized to answer any questions. All questions were aimed at Xander, who looked ready to crumble.
Going back through the story, Dawn still didn’t know what happened. But luckily, Xander seemed to be finishing up. The reporters began moving away him, happy with their account of how Xander saved the day.
“You ready to get out of here, Dawn?” Xander asked.
“Please,” she begged. “Let’s just find this slayer and take the bus back.”
Walking away from the train station, out into the city of Chicago, the two didn’t seem to notice that like the kidnapper on the train, the news reporters shimmered away, leaving only one man.
The Trickster turned away from the scene, satisfied that Dawn learned her lesson in patience.