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Summary: A series of ficlets (mostly unconnected) from stories that I started and have since abandoned. None of these will be continued past what is posted here, but I hope you enjoy (or laugh along with me at) the little bits that I've got

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-CenteredbastardsnowFR1324,381082,4681 Jul 071 Jul 07No

Saved By the Bell Crossover

This one I started to write, and when I got to the point where it stops, I was just like... "This is nothing that others haven't written a thousand times before. New guy shows up, new guy likes Willow, Xander gets jealous, sees what he was missing out on, they end up together." It was fairly formulaic, and my feeling at the time was, if the only thing about this that's going to be different is that it's Zach Morris instead of Random Crossover Male X, then why the hell am I bothering?

Anyway, here's what I wrote up until that point.

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“Harris!”

Xander’s head dropped. “Oh jeez,” he muttered, before turning around, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Yes, Principal Snyder?”

“What are you doing tomorrow morning at eight?” the small, big-eared man asked him.

“Why, I’ll be in class, of course,” Xander said.

“Sure you will. We have a student transferring in tomorrow. He’s a delinquent where he comes from and I thought our local delinquent should show him around,” Snyder said.

“Sir, I’m shocked and astounded that you consider me a delinquent!” Xander mocked.

“Listen, Harris,” Snyder said, “I don’t need any of your lip. Be in my office at eight tomorrow morning, not a minute later. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Xander said, snapping off a mock salute at the tiny man before heading off down the hall towards the library.

“What was that about?” Buffy asked, falling into step next to her friend.

“Oh, some guy’s transferring in tomorrow and I get to do the tour. Because I’m a ‘delinquent’ apparently, and so is he,” Xander said.

“That sounds like loads of fun,” Buffy said.

“Oh yeah,” Xander said. “But hey, at least it’s getting me out of French.”

“You’re abandoning us?” Buffy asked. “Xanderrrrr, I can’t get through French without you there!”

“Oh, come on,” he said. “You’ll still have Willow, right? You’ll be fine.”

“But she doesn’t do that weird, snooty French voice like you do,” Buffy said as they walked into the library. “How can you expect me to make it through an entire French class without the voice?”

“Without what voice?” Willow asked her seat at the library table.

“Xander’s snooty French voice,” Buffy said, pouting and joining her friend at the table. “He’s not going to be there tomorrow.”

Willow frowned. “Xander, don’t skip French. I know it’s frustrating, but you just need to get a better grasp on the basics –“

“I’m not skipping, Will,” he said. “Snyder’s got me giving the grand tour to some kid who’s transferring in.”

“Oh,” Willow said, obviously relieved her best friend wasn’t skipping class. “Well, where’s he from? It is a he, right?” Her inherent jealousy was obvious to everybody not named Xander Harris.

“Yeah, it’s a he. And I don’t know where he’s from. Didn’t ask. Snyder just said to show up.”

“What do you think he did?” Buffy asked.

“Did? Who says he did anything?” Xander asked, hopping up onto the table.

“Snyder called him a delinquent,” she pointed out.

“Snyder calls people not in school uniforms delinquent.”

“We don’t have school unif—oh,” Willow said.

Xander smiled at his friend. “So what are we up to tonight?” he asked.

“Patrol,” Giles said as he exited his office.

“Oh, yay, something new for us!” Buffy said.

“Buffy, I realize that patrol can be somewhat tiresome, but it is necessary. You have a sacred duty,” Giles said.

Buffy pouted. “Just once I’d like to have a sacred duty to go Bronzing.”

“You do,” Xander said, standing and taking a Peter Pan pose. “I, Xander Harris, decree tomorrow to be the night of Slayer Bronzing. Your sacred duty shall be to dance your butt off all through the night!”

“Sounds good to me,” Buffy said.

“Yes, but –“ Giles began.

“Ah!” Xander interrupted. “Defy not the decrees of Xander.”

“Xander, as much as your… decrees may be in good spirit,” Giles said, “Buffy really does have a –“

“Sacred duty to go to the Bronze,” Xander said, turning to the older man and looking him right in the eye.

Willow frowned, jealous that Xander would stick up for Buffy like that, while at the same time hoping it would work. Buffy waited silently, curious of the outcome.

Giles and Xander stared at each other for what seemed like hours, but was in fact mere seconds.

“Fine,” Giles said, rolling his eyes and tossing the papers in his hand on the table in frustration.

Xander raised his arms high in the air. “Victory is mine!” he said, falling once again into a chair.

“I thank you for your efforts, Sir Knight,” Buffy said.

“Ah, m’lady, ‘twere nothing for a beauty such as yourself.”

Buffy blushed slightly, and Willow frowned slightly.

“Yes, well, if we can get past all this chivalry,” Giles said, “there is still the matter of tonight’s patrol…”

* * * * *

No, Will, I have no idea what he’ll be like” Xander said that night on the phone. “I’m guessing he’ll be vaguely mannish, probably hair on top, maybe an eye or two. Normal stuff.”

“I guess,” Willow said as she twirled the phone cord around her finger. She was lying across her bed in a Tazmanian Devil nightshirt and her socks. “It’s kind of exciting, though isn’t it? I mean, our last real new student was Buffy, and that worked out pretty well.”

“Yeah, but I’m guessing chances of another slayer are pretty slim, unless our new guy once could have been our new girl, and Buffy died in a way we didn’t know about.”

“Well, she did die,” Willow said.

“Yeah, but just for a minute or two” Xander said. “And she’s back now.”

“Yeah,” Willow said. “Oh, Larry tried to look down my shirt again.”

“I saw” Xander said. “I had half a mind to teach him a lesson – physically speaking. Then I remembered he could flatten me into a pancake and made a mental note to mock him relentlessly for… something.”

“I don’t get it,” Willow said. “I wasn’t wearing anything even vaguely revealing, o-or you know, don’t have…”

“Yeah, we guys are like that” Xander said. “See a pretty girl, wanna see what she’s got.”

Willow smiled at the implied compliment, but decided not to press her luck by getting him to admit it.

“That was nice, what you did for Buffy today,” she said.

“Yeah, well, you know. She barely gets anytime off, just wanted to do something nice for her. It’s all a part of the plan.”

Willow’s smile vanished. “Still on the plan, huh?” she asked, only because she knew it was expected of her. She really didn’t want to hear the answer.

“Yeah, well, who else is there to date? Cordelia? Besides, I already know her biggest secret, so that’s not even an issue” Xander said. “And anyway, don’t you think we’d look cute?”

“I guess.” Willow was not happy with herself for having brought up Buffy as a subject, and didn’t feel like hearing Xander go on about their friend and all her wonderful attributes, some of which, Willow was acutely aware, were decidedly more prominent than her own… uh, attributes. “Well, I have some homework to finish up,” she lied.

Xander gasped. “You’re on the phone without having finished your homework? And you still had time for me?”

“Xander, I’ll always have time for you,” Willow said, sincerely.

“Good to know” he said. “Okay, well, I’ll be by to pick you up?”

Willow smiled again. He dropped by her house every morning before school, had for years. But he still asked her the night before. She thought it was cute.

“See you in the morning, Xander,” Willow said.

“Goodnight, Willow.”

“Goodnight.” Willow put the phone back on the receiver. “I love you,” she muttered, before flopping down on her pillows. Willow sighed, turned off her light and soon fell asleep.

* * * * *

“Can I help you?”

Xander smiled down at the woman outside of Principal Snyder’s office.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m here to give a tour to the new student. Principal Snyder should be expecting me.”

“Of course,” she said. “Knock before going in.”

Xander fairly swaggered toward Snyder’s door, and paused before knocking. He heard Snyder talking through the door.

“You will not be pulling any of those stunts in my school, do you understand? I run a tight ship here. You try one thing – just one! And you will be gone so fast your head will spin.”

Xander smiled. He liked the guy already.

“I really don’t think –“

“I don’t care what you do or don’t think. You will go to class and you will not be a trouble maker, is that clear? I’ve got my eye on you.”

Xander rolled his eyes, took pity on the kid and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Snyder yelled.

Xander turned the doorknob and poked his head in.

“Get in here, Harris, you’re two minutes late.”

Xander looked down at his Tweety watch, which read three minutes until eight. He knew better than to argue, though. Xander stepped into the office as the new student stood up. Well tanned, with blonde hair, and roughly the same height as Xander, the kid looked like your average California surfer boy.

Xander extended his hand. “Xander Harris.”

“Hey,” the kid said. “I’m –“

“Yes, everybody’s happy to meet everybody, isn’t that sweet,” said Snyder. He handed Xander a piece of paper. “His schedule, locker combination, and books. See he gets all of it.”

“Nooo problem,” Xander said, taking the paper without looking at it.

“And you,” Snyder said, turning back to new student. “If I have to have you back in here for any reason? Expulsion.”

“I get it,” the kid said.

“Now get out of my sight.”

The two young men left Snyder’s office and headed into the hallway.

“Jeez,” said the new student. “That guy knows how to put a damper on a mood, huh?”

“Yeah, Snyder’s a little monster, but….” Xander paused. “No. No he’s pretty much just a little monster.”

“Wow. Man, my principal back home was so much cooler,” replied the new guy. He stopped for a second and shook his head. “Never thought I’d say that.”

“Yeah, our old principal, Mr. Flutie, I never really appreciated the guy until he got… well, until Snyder showed up.

“I know what you mean,” the new kid said. “Never realize what you’re missing until you don’t have it anymore.”

Xander nodded and shoved open the doors to the library.

“Giles!” he called out.

The British man came quickly out of his office. “Yes?”

Xander held up the list. “Books.”

Giles took the list from Xander. “This will take a few minutes,” Giles said. “Could you reshelf a couple of other books for me?” He glanced meaningfully at the table around which the Scooby Gang normally gathered. Xander followed his eyes and noticed a couple of old tomes out that nobody else had any business seeing.

“Sure,” Xander said.

“You seem pretty familiar with your librarian.”

“Oh sure,” Xander said as he swept the books off the table and set them behind the counter. “He’s a kind of a mentor to me and a couple of my friends. We give him a hard time, but we love the guy.”

“That’s nice,” said the new kid. “Kind of like my old principal, a little.”

Xander smiled. “Yeah. Don’t tell him though. Gotta keep him in his place.”

“Here you are,” Giles said, coming back out of the stacks with a pile of books. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks,” said the new kid.

“Okay,” Xander said, taking the piece of paper back from Giles. “Well, now I just have to show… you know, I never did get your name.”

“Oh right,” he said, sticking his hand out again. Xander took it. “Zach Morris.”

* * * * *

Xander showed Zach to his locker, and then pointed out all the classes, the gym, the cafeteria, the vending machines, various shrubs, a couple of water stains on the ceiling – pretty much anything he could think of to keep himself out of class.

However, after almost an hour, Xander had, miraculously, run out of things to say.

“Okay, well… I guess that’s the tour,” Xander said, checking out his tweety bird watch. “We’ve only got a few more minutes until first period is over, so I wouldn’t worry about that. You’ll have third with my friend Buffy, she’s cool. You’ll know her cuz she’s short. And gorgeous.”

“Sounds good,” Zach said with a laugh.

“And if you feel like being a social reject at lunch, well, we’ve got a table.”

“Social reject?” Zach asked.

Xander nodded. “Couldn’t tell by the shirt? Yeah, well, we kinda get shunned by the ‘cool’ kids, but we have our own deal. It’s good. And if you’re bored tonight, everybody generally congregates at the Bronze, which is as close to downtown as we get in Sunnydale. It’s not a bad place.”

“Sounds good,” Zach said as the bell rang dismissing first period. “Thanks for the tour, and the books. And the not going to class.”

“That one’s always a favorite of mine,” Xander said.

“Uh… which way was it to chemistry?”

“Down that hall and left,” Xander said, pointing in the appropriate direction.

“Thanks again,” Zach said as he headed off down the hall.

Xander shook his head and made off towards his locker.

“Hey, Xander,” Buffy said. Her locker was mere feet from his own. “How was your tour?”

“Much, much better than French class,” Xander said.

“Have I mentioned that you suck?” Buffy asked.

“Not recently,” Xander said, placing a hand over his heart, “but a guy can never hear that enough.”

Buffy laughed and the pair started walking towards Willow’s locker.

“So what’s the new guy like?” Buffy asked.

“Surfer dude,” Xander said. “Seems cool enough though. Wouldn’t be surprised if he gets grabbed up by Cordy and her gang.”

“Really?” Buffy asked. “So, that means he’s cute?”

“I guess,” Xander said, uncomfortable with both the idea of appraising another man’s looks and, having done that, telling Buffy the truth about Zach Morris. Although she’d find out soon enough anyway.

“What do you guess?” Willow asked as they caught up with her.

“Xander thinks the new guy’s cute.”

“That is not what I said,” he protested. “I don’t even pay attention to that sort of thing. In guys. And anyway, Buff, you can find out for yourself. He’s got third with you.”

“You know my schedule?” Buffy asked as they headed for Biology.

Xander shrugged. “We walk you to that class every day,” he said. “You could have taken the creative writing class with us, but no, somebody has to be Miss Independent and study History in the morning like a fool.”

“Oh, because I had a choice,” Buffy said. “And besides, you guys didn’t tell me you were registering for creative writing.”

“Excuses…” Xander said.

Willow was shaking her head in faux disappointment at her blonde friend. “It’s just a shame you feel have to be different,” she said.

“Frankly,” said Xander, throwing his arm over the redhead’s shoulders, “I think you just don’t care about us, and we’re insulted. Aren’t we, Will?”

“Yes. Hurt is the word I would use,” Willow said, trying to move subtly closer to Xander.

“Well, Willow,” he said, looking down at his best friend, “at least we have each other.” He planted a kiss on top of her head.

Willow grinned at this, and even Buffy had to smile.

“You guys are nuts,” Buffy said, shaking her head as the trio walked into their Biology class. A few minutes later, when the bell rang the teacher launched into a lecture that none of them paid attention to. Xander didn’t care, Buffy was thinking about Angel, and Willow already knew it.

* * * * *

“Cordelia was all over him,” Buffy said when she met Xander at their normal table for lunch. Xander sat with two lunches in front of him.

“I figured she would be,” Xander said, picking from one of the trays. “He’s got that, you know… vibe.”

“Yeah,” Buffy said. “I guess.”

“Hey, Xander,” Zach said as he approached the table Xander had claimed for the Scoobies.

“Oh, uh, hey Zach. What’s going on?”

“Well… you kinda said I could sit with you guys at lunch… and I don’t really know anybody. I mean, if it’s a problem…”

“No, no problem,” Xander said, waving to a chair. “We were just under the impression Cordelia had sunk her claws in, and that usually leads to people not hanging out with us.”

“Cordelia…” Zach said, frowning. “Oh, that brunette cheerleader girl?”

“That’s the one,” Buffy said.

“Ah, she’s okay, I guess. Kind of mean, though, she just shoved this kid away from the water fountain.” Zach shrugged. “That’s not cool.”

“Hey, where’s Will?” Buffy asked, pointing to the lunch Xander hadn’t touched.

“Had to drop something off with Giles,” Xander said. “Should be here soon.”

“So, what do you think of our little town so far?” Buffy asked, turning to Zach.

“It’s pretty nice, I guess. Quiet enough. I miss home, though,” he said. “And my friends.”

”I get that,” said Buffy. “I moved here last year from LA.”

Zach nodded. “Food’s better here, though.”

Xander shuddered. “You think this food is good?”

“No,” said Zach. “Just better than at Bayside.”

“You went to Bayside?” Buffy asked. “Isn’t that like right on the beach?”

“No,” Zach said. “It was a good four blocks from the beach.”

“Who plans that?” Xander asked. “I mean, how often must you guys have skipped class to go to the beach? I’d never be here!”

“You never are here,” Buffy said, pointing an accusatory fork at him. “You skip more classes than I do.”

“But I’m on the campus,” Xander defended. “And Giles covers for me.”

“Whenever he finds you sleeping in the stacks, sure. How often is that?

“Not as often as I’d –”

“Whoa…” Zach said, staring off into the distance.

Buffy and Xander looked at him. “Uh… what?” Xander asked.

“That girl,” Zach said. “Who is she?”

“What girl?” Xander asked, turning in his chair.

“Her,” Zach said, pointing. He seemed mesmerized by the sight of her. He was entranced, he was… worried that she was walking this way, seemingly waving at him, a bright look on her face.

“That’s Willow,” Buffy said.

“Hey guys!” Willow said, sitting down in front of the second lunch Xander had appropriated. “Who’s this?”

“Zach Morris, Willow Rosenberg,” Buffy said. “Willow… this is Zach, the new guy.”

“Hey! Nice to meet you.”

“Very nice to meet you, too,” Zach said, smiling broadly. Xander’s eyes darkened.

“What did Giles say?” Buffy asked.

“Oh, nothing really, I was just showing him a few translations I worked out,” Willow said, absent-mindedly switching her apple with Xander’s chocolate bar. “But tonight’s still a go.”

“Great!” Buffy said. “Angel said that he –”

“Oh, jeez, do we always have to talk about that guy?” Xander asked, a little more bluntly than he wanted.

“I… only just mentioned him,” Buffy said.

“Who’s Angel?” Zach asked.

“My boyfriend,” Buffy said, sending a sharp glare Xander’s way.

“And a royal pain in the ass.”

“So,” Zach said, pointing between Xander and Willow, “are you two…”

“Uhh... no,” Xander said.

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So that's it. I don't actually think it's bad, but at the time I was kind of... vehemently opposed to the kind of rote storylines (such as many, but not all, of the Halloween fics) that were flooding... well, everywhere fanficcy. I hope you enjoyed this for what it is, because there won't be any more of it.

Oh, and in case you're wondering? Zach eventually goes back to Bayside and gets back together with Kelly. Because they belong together, and you damn well know it.

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You have reached the end of "Wrecked Abandon" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 1 Jul 07.

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