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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 CrossovercmdruhuraFR215078,0004120115,29416 Jul 0826 May 14Yes

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Your Assignment, Should You . . . .

Rating: R - Violent imagery
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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Summary: Buffy hesitates.


“Well, Kid, that pretty much brings everything up to speed as to what happened the day you died,” said Whistler as the last scene faded from the TV-like screen they’d been viewing. “A little over a week has gone by for your friends but nothing else happened that you need to be concerned about.”

“Now a little bit about your powers. You are incorporeal and cannot touch anything, directly or indirectly, while a ghost. While you can’t be seen, your presence can be detected by those truly sensitive to the supernatural. Also, while in your ghost form you can move from place to place at what would be termed ‘superspeed’, and no, you can’t teleport. You can take possession of humans but not demons, especially vampires. While you are in possession of someone, they will blank out and you will have full control over their bodies. When you leave them, they will remember nothing of what you did unless you need to access other than their surface memories. The deeper you probe their minds the more likely they are to have some memory of your time in their bodies. This is how it will be for most of the people you might have to ‘take over’. However, for you to protect The Hellmouth, you need to possess a Potential Slayer, a girl who might be called if the current Slayer dies. This will activate her Slayer powers. She WILL remember what you do while in her body because of the depth you will have to merge with her mind.”

“Whoa there,” interrupted Xander. “You want me to take control of some poor girl and then go out and fight vampires and demons?”

“Only a Slayer can properly protect The Hellmouth,” said Whistler. “And as I said, the girl is someone who might be called anyway should the current Slayer die, so your possession of her just skips the part about Blondie dying, and I’m not talking about how she gets her hair color. Your possessing her just allows her to access the Slayer’s abilities due to the connection to The Slayer Line that you now have. The thing is that she will only have the power of The Slayer while you possess her. When you exit her body, she reverts mostly to normal. She’ll continue to heal faster than she normally would have even without your presence, though to maintain complete Slayer level healing you’d have to hang around some.”

Xander was liking this situation less and less. Putting some other girl’s life on the firing line, even if it was to save Buffy, made him very uncomfortable. He just hoped whoever it was, she didn’t hate him for what he was going to do. After all, Buffy didn’t really have warm fuzzies for her calling.

“So how are the Powers going to get the Council to assign one of their Slayers-in-Waiting, so I can power her up?” he asked hopefully, remembering that the reason Buffy hated being The Slayer was because it had taken her by surprise and that the Council did find and train several Potentials.

“No need,” replied the Balance Demon. “According to the Powers, you should be able to locate a Potential in the Sunnydale High Courtyard around noon today. Besides, the Council isn’t going to be told anything about this little arrangement. They’d only interfere with what the Powers need you and Buffy to do.”

“What do you mean I should be able to locate her?”

“Kiddo, identifying Potential Slayers is not easy, or the opposition would have spent a lot more time over the ages trying to eradicate The Slayer Line by taking them out. Not even the Good Guys find them all before they’re Called, as evidenced by the current title holder. Your connection to the Slayer Line gives you a special ‘in’ on picking them out. Not even the Powers know who this one is, that’s how far off the radar she is. They had to do a lot of special mojo just to get as much as they did to find the nearest girl who had any potential to be a Salyer. We just lucked out that there is one already here on The Hellmouth.”


Xander and Whistler were hovering just above the Sunnydale High Courtyard just a bit before noon.

In the courtyard were two separate groups of females: Cordelia with her Cordettes Aura, Aphodesia, Gwen, Kate, and Harmony discussing the latest shoe line from Botticelli; and Head cheerleader Joy with cheerleaders Lishanne and Amber discussing the cheers for the next game.

Xander groaned as he and Whistler looked down on the scene.

“Please tell me it’s not one of them,” he pleaded.

“I really don’t know Kid. You’re the one who has the power to pick her out,” replied Whistler. “You just need to want to see it and draw upon your connection to the Slayer Line.”

Xander sighed and returned to looking at the scene below him. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on locating the Potential Slayer.

Just then the school clock started striking 12.

Xander’s vision slowly changed to seeing various, brilliant splatters of color radiating from the girls in the courtyard. He also saw two more rainbow-like patterns entering the quad.

It was Willow and Amy and he could hear them discussing a science project.

Suddenly the colors made sense and he knew without a doubt what the color pattern of a Potential Slayer looked like. The image was sheer beauty, but with an undertone that was frightening as well.

His jaw dropped and he was silent for several moments while the clock finished chiming.

Finally, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose, he said resignedly, “I should’ve known.”


AN: Evil cliffy. I’m still flipping coins and rolling dice.

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