(BtVS/Witchblade) Calm, Still, and Dangerous
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Notes: A little drabble that came to me when reading some old issues
of Witchblade. Expect another Witchblade crossover from me early in
the new year.
Calm, Still, and Dangerous
Originally Xander had planned to go out for Halloween as a soldier. Nothing fancy, just some old fatigues he found in a trunk at home with maybe a toy gun and some dog tags from that new costume shop ‘Ethan’s’ that just opened. Cheap and easy.
As he browsed the aisles of the shop Xander changed his mind. The costumes all seemed to be good quality, nice material and very realistic, much better than some ratty old fatigues he found. They were surprisingly well priced too. Everything was fifty to seventy-five percent off as part of the grand opening sale.
Shortly after entering the store Buffy and Willow went off somewhere, leaving him to his own devices. So Xander wandered aimlessly through the shop looking for something that caught his interest. It wasn’t until he got to the superhero section that a thought came to him.
Well two really, but he banished the thought of Buffy in conforming spandex quickly. That was just miles of bad road, especially when he could see her and Willow fawning over some noblewoman dress straight out of Deadboy’s time.
The other thought was of a comic book he had been reading recently. Oh, the character definitely wasn’t a hero but he was certainly badass. A human being, albeit one with a supernatural connection of some sort, who could catch bullets and cleave cars in half with his sword. He was Xander’s favourite character in the book, though the sexy, often half naked, heroine and title character may have been a draw too.
And the character didn’t wear spandex, which was a plus. Xander may like the thought of Buffy in it, but he had no desire to wear the material himself.
They didn’t have a specific costume for him, but Xander figured he could put something together easily enough. The black pants, shirt and boots he had at home. He saw some realistic and kickass looking katana in the prop section. Now he just needed a coat and wig.
Willow ran towards the tall man standing calm and still in the middle of the street. He had long dark hair and wore a long black coat with ornate gold trim over all black clothes. A sheathed katana was held in his hand as he surveyed the chaos on the streets.
“Xander!” she called out as she approached the man. “Something weird is going on! All the kids are turning into their costumes! We have to find Buffy!”
“My name is not Xander.” Willow did a double take at the British accent coming from her best friend’s lips.
One of the small, former child, demons chose that moment to lunge. He avoided it with a simple sidestep and batted the second lunging demon aside with his sheath. With a fluid motion he spun and took the first down with vicious roundhouse.
“It’s Ian Nottingham.”