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Author: Steve711 - Steve Pantovich
Title: The Chronicles of Wanderer - Hellmouth - New Beginnings
Copyrighted: March 1998
Rating: PG-13 - Small amount of foul language and description of violence
Spoilers: A few, but who cares?
Keywords: X-Files/Highlander/Buffy the Vampire Slayer Crossover with a few guest stars.
Summary: An Immortal Demon Hunter comes to Sunnydale and teams up with Buffy to hunt down Angelus, Spike and Drusila.
Highlander: All rights and properties owned by Rysher Entertainment.
The X-Files: All rights and properties owned by Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and the FOX Network.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: All rights and properties owned by Joss Whedon, Warner Bros. and Mutant Enemy, etc.
The following are authors who's characters I borrowed for this little story. They may play minor roles, but all have been giants:
Barry Sadler - May he rest in peace.
Any character whose names and descriptions are used are the property of their original owners, and no copy right infringement is intended or meant.
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The characters Wanderer/Steven St. Wolf, Frank Iverson, Brother Aaron and Robert McCallister and this story are Steve Pantovich’s. Anyone wishing to use them, please contact the Wandererverse panel at the Wandererverse Revival Yahoo Group.
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Author's Note's: When I started to write this story I decided to change some things concerning the characters.
X-Files Mulder and Scully are married and Immortal - So Non-Relationshippers beware.
Highlander: Richie Ryan shouldn't have died in the end of the fifth season. So here he hasn't.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Nothing really.
Hellmouth - New Beginnings
(Let's Just Get the Bullshit Out of the Way)
They pass through history. . .
Living lives longer than any normal man can imagine.
Some pass through with hardly a ripple,
Others are like tidal waves, crashing on the shore.
They are the Immortals.
This is the story of the Wanderer. Warrior, Champion, Teacher, Demon Hunter.
These are his Chronicles. . .
Frank Iverson, Watcher, 2017.
Part 1- The Death
(How to become Immortal - Cheaply)
His name is Steven St. Wolf, the Wanderer, he is Immortal. This is his story:
On a late August day in 1983, Steve St. Wolf was quietly cursing the length of time the light in front of him was taking to change. < Fuck, it would be the two minute light I get stuck at. > he thinks to himself. As he waits for the light to change, he watches the kids play in the school yard next to the light and thinks about Kathy, his dead wife and the life they could have had.
Just as the light was changing, he heard a car door slam shut and noticed a tall man with a maniacal gleam in his eyes get out of a car, carrying an AK-47.
As he pointed the AK-47 at the kids in the school yard, Steve knew he had to do something. And as luck would have it, he did the stupidest (luckiest?) thing he could think of.
< Shit that bastard's about to shoot those kids. > he thinks to himself as he guns his Harley Soft Tail and aims it straight at the bastard with the AK-47, screaming at the top of his lungs. The son of a bitch turns and sees Steve coming straight at him. Instead of trying to get out of the way, he aims the rifle at Steve and fires.
Steve feels the pain of the bullets as they strike him. His final thoughts are, < Can I take this bastard down with me and save those kids? > The world was going black, but he feels a soft thud and hopes that he hit the bastard hard enough to kill him.
As Steve's lying in the worst pain of his life, He opens his eyes and sees that he's in an ambulance and a paramedic is working on him. "Are the kids all right?" He asks.
"Yeah, they're alright. None were hurt, thanks to you." he says. Steve sees that his name is Jackson.
"So, how bad is it?"
"You're going to make it" Jackson replies
"You're lying to me, I know I'm dying, please don't lie."
"We're doing our best. We'll get you to the trauma unit in a couple of minutes. Just hold on!!" Jackson tells Steve.
"I'm dying, I know that, just one thing, did I kill that bastard with the AK?"
"Yeah, he was dead at the scene. You saved those kids." Jackson replies.
"Good" Then, Steve closes his eyes and let's the world slip away. His last thoughts are for his wife Kathy. < Kathy, I'll be with you soon. >
The last thing that Steve hears is the paramedic screaming "We're losing him. His pressure's bottomed out. I can't feel a pulse. God Damnit, don't give up the fight man . . . "
The ambulance rushes up to the hospital emergency room doors and Jackson rushes his patient out. Before they go five steps the doctor checks him and shakes his head. Jackson rushes forward and demands, "Can't you do anything?"
"It's too late. The bullets shredded his heart and lungs. There's no way we could save him. We try anything now and we're only prolonging his suffering." The doctor tells him.
Jackson quietly walks away to talk with his driver, Danny. Danny watches as his partner of two years walks slowly out of the emergency room and enters their ambulance. He turns to Jackson and asks. "Too late?"
"No, he was beyond any help. Heart and lungs were shot to pieces. Nothing to do." A saddened Jackson tells him. "I thought, that when he came out of it and asked about the kids, we had a chance."
"We can't save everybody Frank. We're not god."
"I know, but it hurts when one of the good ones dies."
Before Danny can answer, someone knocks on the ambulance door. Jackson turns and sees his wife Carol. He gets out of the ambulance and asks. "Carol, why are you here?"
"They're bringing Frank Jr. here. He was traumatized by a shooting at his school. Can you tell me what happened?"
It then hits him. The school across the street from the shooting was the one that his son attended. The man had probably saved his son's life. He offers up a silent prayer. < Oh God, please accept him into your graces, for the noble deed he has done. >
Late that night, Steve wakes up in the hospital morgue. His only thought is to get out of the morgue and the hospital.
Steve doesn't know how he got out, just that he did. Somehow, he makes it back to his apartment. The trip between the hospital and his apartment is a blur. He pulls off his clothes and looks at them. They were red with his own blood.
Steve turns on the news, and the top story of the night is the attempted mass murder at the school yard. The reporter is going on about how a brave Samaritan had given his life to save the children. Then the reporter comments on several bills before the State House calling for tighter gun controls. < God, how I hate those gun-control nuts. If I had been carrying my 45, that bastard would've been dead from a bullet and not my bike. > Steve thinks to himself.
Then, Steve begins to think, < Why am I still alive? > he looks at his shirt < And not filled with bullet holes? >. Steve knows that he can't stay here now. He has to leave. The ink on his fingers tells him that the police have probably already found out that he was wanted in Texas for killing the bastards that had raped his wife and then brutally murdered her. And they'll be coming to this apartment soon.
He grabs some clothes, his second fake ID and Colt Auto with a dozen magazines and all of the cash he has in the apartment < Good thing I don't trust banks < G > >.
Steve thinks to himself. < I have another bike in the garage, my dirt bike. While it's not strictly street legal, it will get me out of town. Besides it's registered to my second fake ID and I will have to start over somewhere else under that identity and I'll need transportation. >
< I think that I better get out of town and head west this time. Walker might think I headed south to the Carolinas. I think Seattle sounds good. I'll lose myself in the crowds there. >
Dearborn police detective Jason Russell has just come in and is quietly reading the Detroit Free Press when his partner, Adam Cole walks up to him and tells him. "The LT wants to see us, pronto."
"The guy who saved those kids. His body's disappeared from the morgue. Plus there's a, get this, real Texas Ranger on the phone, asking questions about our dead man."
"Nope. Now, get your lazy ass in gear." Cole tells him as he turns and goes to Lt. Robert Jackson's office.
As they both walk into Lt. Jackson's office, they find him on the phone, talking to someone called Walker. "Yes, Ranger Walker, both detectives are here. I'll put you on speaker."
"Thank you Lt. Jackson," Walker replies from the speaker phone. "Detectives, my name is Cordell Walker, I'm a Texas Ranger. What can you tell me about Carson Jamieson?"
"Well Ranger Walker," Det. Russell begins, "He was using the name Anthony Banks, while he lived up here. He worked a steady job and basically kept his nose clean. The only thing we could find on him was that he once stopped a mugger who was trying to rob an old woman. May I ask what the State of Texas wants with this man?"
"The man you knew as Anthony Banks was wanted for six counts of first degree murder."
The three Dearborn detectives look at each other and wonder. Lt. Jackson asks. "Why'd he do it?"
They can hear Walker sigh over the phone, as he tells them. "The six men he killed, gang raped and murdered his wife. He let us have them, but a crooked court clerk screwed up the case and they walked. Jamieson killed them a week after they walked out of court laughing and making jokes about her ‘skills'."
The detectives look at each other, knowing the pain and grief such a situation could cause. "How'd he do it?" Det. Cole asks.
"He walked into the bar where they were hanging out and calmly shot each man in the head twice. Then he apologized to the bar tender and walked out. We never found him after that."
< Damn, that's cold. > "Why do you want his body?" Lt. Jackson asks.
"I want to bury him next to his wife Katherine. Carson was a friend of mine and I want to do right by him."
"We have a problem with that." Lt. Jackson tells him.
"What kind of problem?"
"The body is missing. Someone stole it from the hospital morgue."
"Can you find it?"
"We'll try, but no guarantees."
"Do your best. He was a good man."
"Understood, thanks for the call." Lt. Jackson tells Walker as he hangs up. Jackson then turns to his two best detectives. "I want this man's body found. You have twenty four hours."
"What happens after that?" Det. Russell asks.
"The case gets dropped as a non-priority."
Part 2- Discovery
(A Road Picture without Bob Hope and Bing Crosby)
Steve had been traveling for three days, keeping off the main roads and just generally taking his own sweet time.
While riding the back roads, he spotted and stopped at this road house, in Montana, to get himself a beer, relax for an hour or two and get out of the mid day heat. He was minding his own business at the bar, passing the time, talking the bartender, a guy named Jake, asking him about the weird Y shaped tatoo on his wrist, when he feels a pain in the pit of his stomach that wouldn't let up.
Jake leans over and asks "Hey Steve, you okay man?"
Steve looks up at him and replies, "What'd you give me Jake, bad beer?"
"Couldn't be? I'm drinkin' the same stuff" Jake replies.
The door then opens, and a stranger wearing a trench coat walks in. He comes over to where Steve's leaning over the bar. < Ah, a newbie. This should be fun. > He thinks to himself.
"Are you alright son? I'm a doctor, let me help you." He asks
As soon as Steve looks at him, the buzzing suddenly goes away, as if it never occurred. "I feel better now, thanks any way." Steve replies.
"Here, let me take you outside. You probably only need some fresh air." The stranger tells Steve.
Jake, meanwhile is watching everything and thinking to himself as he recognizes the stranger. < Shit, Steve's a new Immortal and Markham is going to take his head. > Jake then makes a decision. He reaches for his shotgun and goes out the back way.
The man called Markham walks Steve outside, and around the corner from the entrance.
"I'm feeling much better now, thanks, I think I'll head back into the bar." Steve tells him.
"You must be new to the Game, too bad." The stranger replies.
< The game? What the hell is he talking about? > Steve then sees the sword < Where did THAT come from? >.
"Hey dude, I don't want any trouble" Steve tells him.
"Too bad, you die tonight! There can only be ONE!!" He says.
< I am NOT going to take this shit from anybody!! > Steve thinks to himself as he pulls out his 45 and shots the bastard in the knee. He falls down screaming, the sword still in his hand.
"Who are you?!" Steve yells at him.
"My name is Richard Markham, and I will kill you for this. Maybe not now, but someday I will kill you." Markham answers.
"The Fuck you will!!" Steve counters, shooting him between the eyes and in the heart. Steve then takes his sword, a beautiful civil war era saber.
"Dumb Fuck, wasn't he? Bringing a knife to a gun fight." Steve turns around and sees Jake standing there with a 12-gauge pump shotgun, pointed at him.
"Look, Jake, I didn't start it. He tried to kill me with this sword." Steve tries to explain, holding up the saber.
"I know, I saw and heard the whole thing. Leave, I'll cleanup the mess here. Won't be the first time."
Steve looks at Jake, < Don't ask, just leave > he nod thanks, and puts the saber under his saddle bags. Then, he gets on his bike and leaves.
As Steve leaves the bar, he decides to go cross country, to get away from all of this.
Jake watches as St. Wolf leaves. He looks back onto Markham's body in the back of his road house and goes back into the bar. < Well so much for me trying to save Steve's life. > Before closing the back door, Jake give's Markham's body another look, < He'll wake up and be gone in a few minutes > Jake thinks to himself as he re-enters the bar.
"Hey, Jake what was that racket out back?" A rather drunk local asks.
"Oh, just some guys settling their differences." Jake replies.
"Nah, nobody hurt. They both left."
Jake reaches for his phone and dials a Seattle number. "Joe's Books," says the man who answers the phone.
"Joe, this is Jake over in Montana."
"Hey Jake, long time no hear, how's the retirement?"
"Not so retiring, I just had two of them come in here, today."
"Who were they? Was there a fight?" Joe asks.
"One of them was Richard Markham, remember him? The other was some guy I've never heard of before, called himself Steven St. Wolf. Yeah, they fought, but it wasn't the usual kind of fight."
"Care to elaborate on that." Joe asks.
"Well Steve was sitting at the bar and talking to me when Markham came in. The "Buzz" hit him pretty hard. He's new isn't he?"
"He probably is." Joe answers
"Markham claims to be a doctor and he walks Steve out back to ‘get some fresh air'. Then he pulls a sword on Steve and tries to kill him."
"What do you mean ‘tries' to kill him"
"Steve sees that Markham is trying to kill him. So, he pulls out a 45 and shoots Markham in the knee. Markham starts to threaten him and Steve shoots him in the head and the heart, takes his sword, and leaves, going west, cross country on a dirt bike with Michigan plates."
"Damn, he doesn't know, does he?" Joe comments.
"Probably doesn't, do you think he'll survive?"
"How quick was he with the gun."
"Very quick, when he had to be." Jake replies. Jake then gives description of St. Wolf to Joe for his files.
"Damn Jake, thanks for the information, and keep in touch" Joe says, and then hangs up the phone.
< I wonder what's going on in St. Wolf's head right now? > Joe thinks to himself, as he boots up his computer to put the information he just received into the Watcher Database.
Part 3 - Decisions - Seattle
(Swords R Us/Immortality & Swords 101)
< God, doesn't it ever stop raining in this town? > Steve asks himself as he drives into Pioneer Square. He notices an antique shop on one of the corners. Steve then parks his bike in front, next a meter and goes in.
The owner, a Mr. Ferguson, greets him politely and asks what Steve wanted. Steve shows him the sword and explains that he's looking to sell it.
"Where did you get this?" Ferguson asks him.
"I inherited it from an uncle who died recently"
"I don't deal in swords, so I can't help you. But, I do know someone. Hold on a second, let me find his card" Ferguson putters around behind the cash register and pulls out a business card holder and flips through it until he comes up with a card.
"Ahh, here it is. Now hold on a minute, young man, and I'll write down his address for you" Steve watches as Mr. Ferguson writes down the card's address on a slip of paper. After he finishes, he puts the card holder back under his register and hands Steve the slip. Steve looks at the name on it.
"MacLeod's Antique's" Steve looks questionably at Mr. Ferguson.
"Yes, Mr. MacLeod is a specialist in antique edged weapons, and is one of the most well respected and honorable men I know."
Steve thanks him for his help and ask directions to MacLeod's shop. Ferguson tells Steve its in the International section of town and gives him directions to it.
"Oh, one more thing, say hello for me will you?"
"Yes sir, I will. Thanks again for the help." With that, Steve leaves Ferguson's shop and heads toward MacLeod's shop.
Steve makes it to MacLeod's shop in about an hour. As he pulls up to the shop, he sees that Mr. Ferguson sent him to the right place. There are edge weapons ranging from European rapiers to Japanese Katanas hanging on the walls and in the display cases.
As he enters the shop, Steve sees a gorgeous blond standing behind the counter.
"May I help you Sir?" she asks in a french accented voice.
"Hello, my name is Steve St. Wolf." He replies, "I'm trying to sell this antique saber, my uncle left me." Steve places the saber on the counter in front of her, and takes a step back. "Mr. Ferguson, who runs an antique shop on Pioneer Square recommended your shop, and he sends his regards as well." He explains.
"Mr. Ferguson is an old friend, and my name is Tessa, Mr. St. Wolf. Can you wait for a few moments while I get Duncan from the back? He will give you a fair price for this saber, I assure you."
"I can wait. Would it be alright if I looked around? This is a rather impressive collection Mr. MacLeod has."
"But of course, you may. The collection is his passion, Duncan is very proud of it." Tessa replies with a smile. < God, is this MacLeod lucky guy or what? > Steve thinks to himself as she walks to the back of the store. He's admiring Tessa more than the swords on display.
Steve hears her call back to Duncan in the rear of the store, and Duncan reply that he would be right out. As Steve looks at a magnificent Katana, edged with silver and gold and enameled in dark blue, he hears Tessa's footsteps coming up behind him.
"See anything you like?" She asks.
"Nothing that I can afford at this stage in my life." Steve replies with a smile. Then it hits him, that damned ‘Buzz' that he felt in the road house in Montana.
"Mr. St. Wolf, are you alright?" Tessa asks with a worried look on her face.
Steve looks at her, trying to reply, when he sees a dark haired man with a sword moving up behind Tessa.
"I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod." He states, as if it's a challenge.
Steve quickly moves to the left, getting Tessa out of his line of fire. He then pulls out his 45 and shouts: "I don't know who you are, or what the shit with the swords is, but if you take another step, I *WILL* blow your freaking head off!!!"
Duncan looks at Steve, "You can't use that, you know the rules!" He says.
"Rules? What the Fuck are you talking about? All I see is some nut case trying to cut me up with a sword. You're the second person in one week, who's tried to kill me with a sword. And, I've never met either one of you before in my life." Steve replies.
"You don't know *WHAT* you are, do you?" Duncan states as he puts down his sword. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to talk. Listen to what I have to say to you. I'll explain everything."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but the only thing I came in here to do was to sell that saber over there." Steve nods his head toward the counter.
Duncan puts his sword away, Steve puts his 45 back in its holster, but keeps his hand near it. Tessa is standing off to one side, looking worried, but she's remaining calm. Duncan walks over to the counter and examines the saber.
"Where'd you get this?" He asks
"The first guy who attacked me tried to use it on me."
"What did you do to him?"
Steve then tells Duncan and Tessa everything that happened at the road house in Montana.
Duncan looks at Steve and smiles
"So you met Richard Markham, huh?" He asks.
"I left him dead."
"No, you didn't kill him. Just pissed him off." Duncan replies. Steve looks at him like he's crazy.
"No, I'm not insane, let me explain to you what we are." Duncan then starts into one of the weirdest stories Steve's ever heard, but he continues to listen as he tells him a story of Immortals, the Game they play, and some of his own history. Steve looks over to Tessa < She believes him, Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? >
Duncan's next question threw Steve for a loop: "Where and when did you die, the first time?"
Steve tells them about what happen to him in Dearborn. They look at each other, remembering the news reports. How he left, and why. Steve also tells them about what happened in Texas, how Kathy was murdered and what he did to the men who did it. Duncan looks at Steve with respect and understanding. Tessa reaches out and gently squeezes his arm. He looks into her eyes and see that she also understands, most women wouldn't.
"You know Markham will be coming after you again, don't you?" Duncan tells him.
Steve looks at him like he's crazy < I head and heart shot that bastard >.
"Think back to Dearborn." Duncan says. "How many times were YOU shot?"
< Dear God, he's right. How do I fight someone who can't die? > Steve thinks to himself.
"Steve, you're in trouble and I'm willing to help you." Duncan tells him.
"What do you mean ‘Help me'?"
"Well it's obvious that you know absolutely nothing about yourself, the rules or how to properly defend yourself. I'm willing to teach you."
"Because I think you will make an excellent student. And from what you've told me, and from your actions earlier, especially how you got Tessa out of your line of fire, I don't think that you'll abuse what I teach you. Also, you'll help out in the shop when I'm not teaching. The money you make will help you get started in your new life. So, do you accept." Duncan asks.
"Good, you can use the spare apartment in the back for yourself. Tessa and I live above the shop. Training will begin at 7:00 am, tomorrow."
The phone rings and Jake answers it. "Jake's Roadhouse, can I help you?"
"Jake, this is Joe."
"What's up Joe?"
"Your boy, St. Wolf, has found himself a teacher."
"The Highlander? Well, at least he's in good hands."
"That he is, my friend, that he is."
"Thanks for telling me Joe. I was worried about the guy."
"One other thing, we ran a check on him. Do you want to know what we found out?"
"Yeah, lay it on me."
"Well, he died under the name of Anthony Banks. You may have heard about him. The guy who saved those kids in Dearborn last week."
"The guy who died ramming some AK-47 armed nut case with his bike?"
"Same guy, but get this, Anthony Banks wasn't his real name. It was Carson ‘Cherokee' Jamieson."
"The guy who offed those six pieces of shit in Texas last year? The same bastards who did my cousin Heather, in New Mexico?"
"The very same."
"And now he's an Immortal? There is a God, Joe."
"Amen to that brother."
"Thanks for telling me. I appreciate it."
"Not a problem, old friend. Take care." Then Joe hangs up the phone.
Jake looks at the phone and starts to laugh. Tension built up over the last three years is finally released as he offers up a silent prayer. < Heather, your killers are dead and the man who avenged you still walks the earth, now as an Immortal, watch over him. > After he offers up the prayer. He shouts out. "Everybody listen up, the next round is on the house."
The patrons cheer. No one caring why Jake was being generous, just that he was.
The following is copied from Steve St. Wolf's Journal:
May 15th 1984:
I spent the last eight months with Duncan and Tessa. I remember these times as some of the best in my life. I learned a lot from them, besides the friendship they openly gave me. From Duncan, I learned much about honor and gained the skill to face my enemies and win. From Tessa, the courage to go on, and not blame myself for Kathy, and to seek a new life and to make the most of it. Tessa's gift was the most important one.
On the day that I was leaving, Duncan and Tessa gifted me with that exquisite blue Katana.
I tried to refuse it, but they insisted that I needed a good sword
"Just never be a stranger, and live." Tessa says as she hugs me goodbye.
As I reach to shake Duncan's hand, he grabs me in a hug and says, "Steve consider yourself a part of my extended family. Call me if you need anything."
I don't know how some people feel about leaving a place where you know you're loved, for me it's a hard thing to do. But it's something that has to be. I quickly turn so neither of them sees the tear in my eye, and go.