Name: If Today Be Doomsday
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Summary: A spell goes wrong, and Xander ends up in the Avatarverse, right in the middle of the Siege of the Northern Watertribe
War.... war never changes
- Intro to Fallout
"Don't worry Xander, " Willow said with a bright smile on her face. "This'll work. I promise."
Xander looked at the gemstone he was holding, it was a small crystal set in a circle of gold about the size of large coin, and it was the basis of Willow's latest idea. With the Hellmouth closed, and the Slayers spread out through the world, Willow had been more occupied with magical research than fighting on the front-lines, and had developed several magitech devices that aided the Slayers. This was to be her crowning achievement, at least untill the next one.
Xander grinned at the thought. True teleportation, aimed and directed and usable by anyone to whom the crystal had been keyed. That had been the ideal, and he was to be the very first human to go through. The teleport required two seperate crystals, one at each end, and he and Willow were currently standing on the edge of Cleveland, several miles from the new Slayers hub. If it worked, the much larger and more powerful focussing crystal would draw Xander and his sub-crystal to it, giving the Slayers a much needed emergency escape route if it worked.
If it didn't.... well, Xander didn't like to think about that option when he could avoid it. It wasn't that he lacked faith in Willow, but more that he knew that Willow didn't always get it right.
"You ready?" She asked, and he grinned.
"Course not Will, just like I wasn't ready last time you had me test one of your magical gizmos."
She shook her head, regarding him with all the innocence she could muster. "Geez, you burn off one pair of eyebrows and you're marked for life."
"Hey," he retorted, grinning at her fake innocent expression. "I liked those eyebrows. They were my best work."
The two friends grinned at each other, age and experience not having changed them all that much. He held up the gemstone, and concentrated on the crystal room in the Slayer hub like he had been told by Willow, as she raised her hands and began chanting.
He smirked, and waved to Willow. "See you on the other side Wills." His vision of Willow and the rooftop they'd been on faded away, and blackness claimed him.
Xander woke to a pounding headache, and a distinct feeling of cold, and for a moment he wondered just how much he'd been drinking the last night, when the memory of the teleportation experiment slammed back into his mind and his eyes snapped open.
For a second he just stayed where he was, as he was sure that his eyes were deceiving him. Everywhere he looked, were white walls, white walkways stretching across small canals. The cold continued to penetrate his light jacket, and he realised he was laying on a road made of ice.
"Can't be happening," he muttered to himself as he hoisted himself unsteadily to his feet. "Dream, alternate reality, demonic mindscrew, too many shots of absinth," he recited a steadily growing list of possibilities as he staggered forward. He didn't know where he was going, but as he was standing in what appeared to be an icy city he realised he needed to find warmer clothes and fast. Light summer weather in Cleveland was not adequate to the cold.
He rounded a corner, almost losing his feet on the slippery ice, and his clothing troubles suddenly seemed minor by comparison. Infront of him a battle was raging. Dozens, hundreds of people in blue were fighting soldiers dressed in red. He could see flashes of fire, and blasts of what looked like water being flung back and forward on both sides.
He leaned his head back for a moment and closed his eyes, sighing deeply. "Willow, when I get home I'm so going to kick your ass."
His moment of self-pity over, Xander Harris, ally to the Slayer started moving forward. Somewhere in this battle he could be useful, and of all things Xander might be or do, the one thing he could not in good conscience do, was nothing.