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m/m/m loving and vampire loving and mutant loving, and it will be fabulous. :)Summary:
Set post-Chosen; Xander finds himself transported to a world where there are no demons or vampires or Hellmouths or magic!! Don't worry though, he's still a magnet for trouble.Notes on my X-Men Universe:
Not all the mutants living at the mansion will be mentioned, but you can assume they're all hanging about somewhere. Rogue is not mentioned in this story. You may safely assume she doesn't exist. Or that she died a horrible, fiery death. It's all the same to me. :) This is set in the comics, not the movie. It would be post-Antarctica, but since Rogue doesn't exist, the X-Men forgave Remy and brought him home. :) Set sometime before the Beast goes all cat-like.Notes on my Buffy Universe:
Xander and Anya didn't happen. Spike did not fall in love with Buffy, 'cos that's gross. You can assume that he got the soul anyways, and make up your own fun, exciting reasons.
Xander watched Willow warily from his spot in the centre of the pentagram drawn in chalk in the middle of the floor of Giles’ flat. She was just about to begin the spell, and the room flickered in the light of dozens of candles, the smell of incense hanging like a fog all around him.
“You sure this is going to work Wills?” Xander asked nervously as she sat cross-legged on the floor. “And is it even really necessary? I mean, I’ve been fighting on the Hellmouth for almost a decade and I survived Africa once already. Why do I need fancy powers now
Willow sighed and turned to look at him. He could practically see her getting ready to make her resolve face. “We’ve talked about this Xan. You’re going to be in Africa where Buffy and I won’t be around to protect you.” Oh yeah, and that had in no way stabbed at his ego. “Last time you were lucky. Africa is full of old magicks and even older demons. Besides, this spell won’t exactly be changing
you. It’s more of a charm, really, to give you the tools you need. It’s practically harmless,” she finished, smiling smugly.
Xander looked dubiously around the room, taking in the blackout curtains, the sinister black candles and the symbols Willow had drawn in charcoal on his chest. “Yeah,” he replied. “I’m really feeling the good will here.” Willow simply stared him down until he sighed and sat cross-legged on the floor across from her, inside the pentagram. She lit the blood-red candle in front of her, and began an incantation in what he recognized as Latin. Her voice grew louder and stronger with each line, and soon the candles began to flicker in the steadily growing wind whipping around the room. To Xander’s credit though, he didn’t start to truly panic until he saw Willow’s eyes begin to bleed in to black.Oh shit, that’s some serious mojo
, he thought. Harmless charm my ass
! “Willow!” he whispered harshly, repeating her name louder when she showed no signs of having heard him. He was seconds away from giving up and stepping out of the pentagram when Willow shouted the last words of the spell. All the candles blew out at the same time and the wind that had been howling in his ear went silent. He had the time to think Well, that wasn’t so bad. No tentacles at least
before he abruptly lost consciousness.