A Pirate, 200 Years Too Late
Part of the Omniverse Project
By Benji: The Vampire Confuser
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Based on Characters and situations created by Joss Whedon, and Disney.
Xander Harris didn’t get intimidated as easily these days as he used to. But when a 7ft tall Fomori has you by the throat, you tend to give it your full attention.
“Stand aside mortal, it is not your soul I seek tonight. Where is the Slayer?”
“Uhm, this isn’t a good time.” Xander said. “Can you come back tomorrow? Say, sevenish?”
“Bah! No matter, her scent is thick in this place. You need not tell me where she is. But you will herald my arrival.”
“No wait!” Xander shouted frantically, to no avail. The Fomori threw him through the closed door behind him into the center of the room beyond. He never felt himself hit the floor, as energy from the magic being performed coursed through his body. He was unconscious by the time he landed.
“Now you die Slayer!” boomed the unwelcome visitor. He stepped ominously into the room and froze. “Slayers? Plural?! Aw poop.”
It was a short fight.
“Is he okay?” Faith asked, leaning over the boy’s prone body.
Felicia, the med student recently recruited into the Slayers’ ranks, finished her examination. “Physically he’s fine.” She said. “Pulse and respiration are strong and steady, and there’s no sign of shock. However that was a huge magic blast he took.”
“He hit ground zero before the magic could be distilled.” Willow said, concern plain on her face. “It was supposed to be spread out among all 20 of you. And it wasn’t meant for non-Slayers at all.” The spell, a complicated procedure had been meant to allow the slayers to commune with the spirits of their predecessors.
“Willow, “Buffy asked carefully. “What could this spell have done to him?”
“I don’t know,” Willow answered. “Maybe nothing, maybe-“
Xander grunted and sat up. He blinked blearily and a look of confusion came across his face. One hand came up to his eye patch. Frowning, he tentatively moved a finger under the patch.
Buffy’s voice made him take sudden notice of his surroundings. With a slow lascivious grin, he stood, and bowed with a flourish.
“How do you do ladies?” he asked. Willow gasped, Buffy blanched. Xander’s voice had turned gravely, and he spoke with a slurred English accent.
“Allow me to introduce myself..” he continued. “Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service.”
“Your spell made him insane!” Buffy hissed. “Fix it!”
Willow looked across the room where Faith was drawing great amusement in distracting Xander, or Jack as he called himself. “I don’t know how to fix it.” She said. “But I don’t think it made him insane. In sixth grade we had to do a report on our ancestors. Xander did his on his great great great give or take grandfather. A Pirate named-”
“Jack Sparrow.” Buffy finished. Then it hit her. “A pirate?!”
“Exactly, I think Xander’s been possessed by his ancestor.”
“You needn’t say that with such alarm love.” Xander defended himself, sauntering over to the pair. “It so happens, that many pirates, including myself are very fine fellows indeed.
“Now although I’ve greatly enjoyed being distracted by this strapping young lass, perhaps someone could explain to me what happened to my eye, and who cut my hair, shaved me and for that matter what I’m doing here, in this…very interesting ensemble.”
“It’s kind of a long story.” Willow said.
“It’s 2003, and you’re possessing the body of one of your descendants.” Buffy explained.
“Apparently not that long.” Willow said.
To Be Continued…