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This story is No. 1 in the series "Hyena Blues". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy hesitates - non-consensual/rape warning

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DC Universe > Surprise CrossovercmdruhuraFR215078,0004120115,40516 Jul 0826 May 14Yes

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Rating: R - Violent imagery - non-consensual/rape
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters. I receive no profits from this. It is just for fun.
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Feedback: Constructive Criticism desired.
Beta: None.
Summary: Buffy hesitates.


“It! Wasn’t! You!” Whistler shouted in his face for about the fourth time.

Though Xander heard it, he ignored the garishly dressed man. After all, he had said he’d been on his way to Heaven. How could that be true when he did what he did. People who did that never got to Heaven. Therefore the man had been lying and he was actually in Hell where he truly belonged. That one memory alone would be enough to torment him for the rest of Eternity.

Exasperated, Whistler grabbed his face and forced him to look at him. An interesting feat since Whistler was so much shorter than him.

“Listen to me,” he said firmly. “While it is true that your body was used, YOU did NOT do anything wrong. YOU are an innocent in this. That is a solid fact. It is also something that SHE believes and it is that belief and that belief only that has allowed HER to remain sane in the face of what has happened. However, it also makes your death even harder for her to bear. The fact that the Cheerleader showed her more sympathy than the Redhead doesn’t help things either. Now I realize the two of you were close for a long time but Red let her emotions color how she reacted towards The Slayer. So, instead of comforting each other, which would have done them both a lot of good, she was a bit reserved when they were together in the same room, though she wasn’t outright hostile. They were uneasy around each other because of this, as The Slayer could sense the suppressed animosity.”

Grasping onto the hope like a drowning man would anything that might keep him afloat, he wrapped his mind around the slight glimmer implied in the words of the strange man.

Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, he asked, “Is that the situation you need me to deal with?”

“It’s related,” replied Whistler. “Let’s sit down and talk, shall we?”

With that two fairly comfortable chairs appeared, one behind each of them. Once they were settled in, Whistler spoke.

“Firstly, as I explained, YOU are not responsible for what happened, not even because of your feelings for her being used by the Primal. No, the Primal went after her solely due to its own instincts. Nothing about you influenced its decision AT ALL. Please get that through your head because we don’t have the time to keep explaining it to you.”

“Secondly, your death was an accident. She only intended to knock you out as quickly as possible because she was in no shape to carry on even a short battle. However, she slipped and dropped the desk too soon because her arms still hadn’t recovered from being wrenched behind her.”

“Thirdly, both the attack on her and your death have taken its toll on her mentally, and as I said the Redhead wasn’t the best support due to her own feelings about your death and your friend Jesse’s not too long ago.”

“Finally, if The Slayer were to stay on The Hellmouth, she would die.”

Then nonchalantly he added, “Now normally this is not a problem as when one Slayer dies another is called . . . . “

Whistler suddenly found himself hauled up out of his chair by his fairly irate companion.

“Buffy is not some ‘thing’ that can be replaced!” Xander snarled into the small man’s face.

“Easy there. Easy,” said Whistler soothingly while trying to gently, but ineffectively, disengage the hands holding him by the lapels of his jacket. “I get where you’re coming from but you have to realize the facts of the situation. It’s a raw deal to be sure, but it’s been this way for thousands of years. There’s no need to get angry about something you have no influence over. Besides, the job we’ve got for you is to help make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Pushing the man roughly back into his chair and returning to his own, he commanded, “Explain!”

“Yah, er . . . as I was saying, if The Slayer stays on The Hellmouth she will die. Now the thing is, she has a destiny to help out the Powers That Be with a prophecy and her role must be kept secret from the bad guys. I don’t know all the particulars but it wasn’t realized that it applied to her until recently so it even caught them off guard. Free will and random chance can trip up even THEM. It was noted during the debate over what to do about this that you might be willing to help out, having nothing better to do what with being dead and all. The problem they have is that The Hellmouth needs to be guarded to keep the bad guys from opening it, but as I said, The Slayer has to be elsewhere if she’s going to fulfill her part in the prophecy. So the Powers needed a way to continue to guard The Hellmouth while getting The Slayer out of Dodge and keeping it quiet. Because of a particular incident, things have already been set in motion to arrange the second part but a Guardian is still needed to handle the first.”

“And you expect me to be that Guardian?” he asked incredulously.

“You’d be given some powers to accomplish that task, of course,” replied Whistler.

“Of course,” he snarked back.

“So are you in?”

Heaving a sigh, Xander asked, “When do I get put back in my body and how do I keep from being mistaken for a Vamp or zombie?”

“Sorry kid, but your body is not an option and, despite what you might have seen in the movies, we don’t do loaners,” said Whistler.

“You’re sending me back to guard Sunnydale without a body?” he said incredulously.


“But how can I help then? I’m dead!” Xander shouted.

“That’s right,” said Whistler, smiling. “You’re a Deadman.”


AH: For those wanting to know more about the character see:

AN: See ‘Here Comes Mr. Jordan’ or ‘Heaven Can Wait’ about spirits being loaned a body

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