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Summary: Xander dresses as a more famous soldier for Halloween. This is a repost of the story I also have on fanfiction.net Chap 17 now up

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered
Games > Sci-Fi > Halo
Stargate > Xander-Centered
thenextcujoFR181759,67826165113,8096 Nov 0727 Sep 09No

Call to Arms

Disclaimer: Don’t own you know the rest.

Summary: Xander goes as a more famous soldier. AU very slightly pertaining to real life timeline

Chapter 1

Xander suppressed a growl as the kid in front of him grabbed the last toy gun. His plan to go as a soldier appeared to be shot to hell, unless he wanted to go as a medic or something. He turned and saw Buffy and Willow fawning over an elegant noblewoman’s dress that Buffy was planning to wear. He sighed, wishing he could afford to have that extravagant a costume. The more he thought about it, the less walking around with an eight inch plastic gun and worn out fatigues appealed to him.

Xander looked towards the end of the store, where he caught a glint of something polished and shiny caught his eye. He weaved his way through an aisle of witch and monster costumes that obscured his view and once the costume came into full view he gasped. It was perfectly crafted, and looked absolutely badass. The full body costume sat inside a glass case, apparently standing of its own accord. Xander admired the craftsmanship of the armour, and cast an appraising glass at the guns it held in each hand. Much more impressive than the plastic piece of crap he was looking at earlier.

“Can I help you?” Xander jumped a bit, then turned around to see the shopkeeper standing behind him smiling. “I see you’re admiring the costume. It looks like it would fit you just right, would you be interested in making a purchase?”

Xander gave a small laugh. “There’s no way I can afford this. It looks like it’s worth more than a cheap car.”

“Looks can be deceiving.” The shopkeeper replied. “Well, Mr...”

“Harris. Xander Harris.” Xander said extending his hand.

“Ethan Rayne.” The shopkeeper replied shaking Xander’s hand. “Well how about you try it on to see if it fits? If it doesn’t then we won’t worry about it, if it does then we can perhaps we can work something out.” Ethan moved forward and unlocked the case, taking the large costume out. As he did, Xander noticed there was another case about the same size beside it, which was empty. “There’s a change room over there.” Ethan said, handing the considerable mass of costume to Xander and directing him to the back of the store.

Xander smiled and moved around. Though the suit fit snugly it was quite comfortable, as though it had been custom made for him. The interlocking armour allowed him to move normally and did not bind in the least. Xander grinned as he lowered the helmet onto his head and was surprised to find that the golden visor did not tint his vision in the least. He sighed, realizing that this costume might be worth even more than he had thought. He quickly changed out of the four piece armour suit and gathered it up, then headed out of the change room. Ethan stood there smiling and waiting patiently. “Well my boy?” He asked.

“It fits perfect.” Xander replied. “But there’s no way I can afford it.

“I’m only interested in making sure that people get the costumes that they want.” Ethan assured him. “How does ten dollars sound?”

Xander’s eyes nearly bugged out. ‘The metal on this suit alone has to be worth more than that,’ he thought. However, Xander certainly wasn’t going to pass up a deal like that. “Done.” He agreed, handing over the money and gathering the costume into a large, tough bag that Ethan had given him. He joined Buffy and Willow as they were exiting the store. “Hey Buff, Wills, what did you guys get?” He asked.

Buffy smiled and pulled the dress out of the bag. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” She asked.

“It’s gonna have Angel drooling all over himself.” Willow agreed.

Xander rolled his eyes at the mention of Deadboy. “What about you Wills?” He asked, changing the subject.

Willow smiled and held up the BOO! Ghost bag she was carrying. “Going with an old standby. What have you got there Xander, that bag is huge.” Willow asked, peering at the bag that was the size of a hockey bag.

“Yeah, I thought you were going as a soldier.” Buffy added. “You decide to go as a tank instead?”

“Har har.” Xander replied. “I still am going as a soldier, of sorts. It’s a surprise.”

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Xander knocked an armoured glove on the door. Joyce answered and gave him a warm smile. “Xander, wow what an extravagant costume! Come in.”

“Thanks Mrs. Summers.” Xander replied, walking inside. He had left the full helmet off so people would recognize him. He walked into the living room and looked at Buffy, who looked absolutely gorgeous in the burgundy dress. “Buffy. Duchess of Buffonia, I completely renounce spandex.”

Buffy smiled and gave him appraising look. “Thanks. What is that?”

“Seriously? You haven’t seen any commercials or anything?” Xander asked in a disbelieving tone.

Buffy shrugged. “Guess not. Wait till you see Willow, she’s dressed as a...” Buffy trailed off, looking up the stairs at the sheet-clad Willow. “Never mind.”

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Willow struggled to her feet. “What’s going on?” She wondered aloud, looking around her. It was total chaos. Tiny demons and monsters were chasing kids or other tiny heroes around. Willow watched as a three-foot creature with a humped back chased a screaming kid in a skeleton costume, laughing in a high-pitched voice and firing some kind of laser pistol. They ran around a corner out of sight, then the creature appeared again. It had dropped it’s pistol and was running, screaming as it when. “The Demon! Run! A! Way!” It cried.

Around the same corner stepped Xander, dressed from head to toe in green armour, carrying to small machine guns. He turned his golden visor from side to side, surveying the scene. Then a voice, which was definitely deeper than Xander’s said, “What the hell is going on?”

Willow was especially surprised when a feminine voice that seemed to come from the suit as well said, “I have absolutely no idea, but I can tell we aren’t in Kansas anymore.”

“Xander!” Willow cried. “What’s going on?”

“I think you’ve got the wrong person, miss.” The armoured figure replied. “I don’t have a name.”

“So over dramatic.” The female voice said with a hint of annoyance. “This is Master Chief, and I’m Cortana.”

“But you, you’re just characters from a video game!” Willow replied. “You’re not real!” She said, trying to grab Xander’s arm. Both Master Chief and Willow jumped when her hand went right through him arm.

“Looks who’s talking.” Master Chief replied wryly.

“Hmm, interesting.” Cortana mused. “This place looks like Earth, but I’ve analyzed some of the cars, and the designs are over five hundred years old. It’s like we’ve gone back in time.”

“Listen to me!” Willow cried. “We’ve turned into our costumes. My friend Xander dressed as you, and now he is you!”

“And you dressed as?” Cortana asked.

“A ghost.” Willow said.

“The ghost of what?” Cortana replied. “Sex, drugs and rock and roll?”

“You know, for a computer program you’re pretty obnoxious.” Willow replied. “And Buffy, oh god Buffy dressed as a 17th century noblewoman! You have to help!”

“Is there anyone saner I can talk to?” Master Chief asked.

“Actually Chief what’s she’s saying makes sense.” Cortana said. “Well, not from the point of everyone turning into their costumes that’s crazy but at the same time, we’re here in a seemingly 20th century town that’s filled with monsters of all kinds.”

“Not to mention grunts.” Chief added.

“And umm, something else.” Willow said. “When we got to the store, Ethan was talking to someone. He was giving him a suit of armour, that umm, looked a little bigger than the grunts.”

“Was it gold?” Cortana asked.

Willow nodded.

“Perfect. An Elite.” Chief said.

“And I can bet anything he’s organized most of the grunts.” Cortana added. “You know, I’m starting to wish I’d stop asking you to carry me everywhere.”

“We should get moving.” Willow said. “Buffy could be in big trouble.”

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Spike looked around and smiled. On one side of the road was a tiny demon harassing young trick or treaters and in the small park on the other side, a tall demon with a split chin and gold armour was roaring in triumph and raising some kind of energy sword in the air. The smaller creatures around him chimed in with the cheer.

“Well this is just, neat.” Spike said happily.

End chap 1
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