Xander stumbled into the apartment. It was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He plopped down onto the couch. His eyes were closed before his head even hit the cushion.Xander opened his eyes; quickly shutting them from the glare of the harsh sun. Using his hand to shade his eyes, he tried to take a good look at where he was. “Sand, rocks, and look at there-more sand.”
“Nice observation Dweeb!” Came a sarcastic reply from behind him.
“Cordelia?” Xander turned around and looked at the girl in shock and confusion. “What are you doing here?”
Back at the motel
Angel laid on the bed--staring up at the ceiling--listing to the racket going on next door. He looked over as the door opened letting Buffy and the others in. “How did it go?”
“Great! We found a pair of gorgeous pair of jeans.” Buffy took a pair of Rock Revival jeans out of a shopping bag.
Angel rolled his eyes. “Giles?”
“Yes. We seem to have hit a roadblock. Xander seem to be on a short fuse today and would not let any of us have a say.” Giles straightened his tie and pushed up his glasses. “We will have to try again later. That boy does not know what kind of trouble he is getting into.”
Buffy sat next to Angel. Her new jeans laying beside her; forgotten. Across from them, Oz was comforting Willow. Willow’s eyes were watery--she seemed to be on the verge of crying. She looked like she needed a distraction from the current situation. Buffy was just the person to provide it. “So, Angel, anything good happen while we were gone?”
Angel’s face instantly altered to that of frustration. “All I have done today was listen to these two idiots bickering back and forth. I think the words ‘Bitch’ and ‘Jerk’ will be forever engraved into my mind.” Willow muffled a giggle in Oz’s shoulder. Oz’s arm tightened around her-a small smile forming on his lips and twinkle forming in his eyes.
Suddenly there was a loud crash from their neighbors’ room. “Dang it, Dean. How many times do I have to tell you not to mess with my laptop. Jerk!”
“I didn’t touch it. Bitch.”
Angel let out a loud moan and covered his face with his hands. “See what I mean!?” Buffy leaned into him, her body shaking with laughter. On the other bed, Willow’s giggles turned into full blown laughter and even Oz’s face was lit up with a full blown grin. A little further away, Giles stood-his back turned and his shoulders shaking.
Cordelia stood, hands on hips, glaring at Xander. Her posture reminded him that she wasn’t called ‘Queen C’ for nothing. Her clothes were a different story. Gone were the expensive designer clothes she was all the time wearing. In its place were rustic, leather pants. Her top-a laced bandeau-was also rustic color. She had a tribal tattoo. It snaked around her neck and down her shoulders. “ALEXANDER LAVELL HARRIS! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU GOTTEN ME INTO?” The glare on her face hardened-if that was possible-before changing into a smile. “By the way, I love the new look.” Xander’s face was a mask of confusion. Cordelia pointed a finger at him. “Your clothes, Doofus.”
Xander looked down at himself and saw that he was no longer wearing his baggy pants or shirt. He now had on a pair leather jeans. Instead of a shirt, he was wearing a leather vest. ‘What the--’
“Oh, and when did you get a tattoo?” Cordelia walked the rest of the way to him. Using one of her fingers, she traced the tribal tattoo. It started from his left side of his face, right by his eye. It came down and wrapped around his neck. Xander’s hand came up against his face. Slowly he followed the path that Cordelia’s finger had taken. His face was a mixture of shock and amazement. Cordelia let out a soft laugh. Xander gaze focused back on her.
“I don’t know what you are laughing about. You’re not exactly dressed up in your usual queen attire.” Cordelia’s eyes widen. She slowly looked down at herself. Xander let out a deep chuckle. “And that tattoo you got there makes us even.” He copied her actions earlier. One tear slowly made its way down her face before she angrily wiped it away.
“What’s happening to us?” She whispered.
“I don’t think any of this is real.” Xander took his gaze off of her; taking in the desert terrain once more. The red sand was everywhere. There were a few trees scattered off in the distance. Between some of these trees, where two creature laying down. They were too far away to be able to identify what they were but he could tell that they were huge.
“This place you are in is very real.” Cordelia and Xander turned around at the same time; their bodies going into defensive mode. Xander placed himself beside Cordelia. Their stance becoming mirror like. Before them, stood a woman dressed in a skirt-with a split up to the thigh-on the left side and a mid drift shirt; both made of loin cloth. She stood tall and powerful. Her muscle were lean and hard. She had dark, curly hair that reached her waist. She held a spear in her right hand. Beside her, a male figure kept flickering in and out. “Though the way you entered was through a dream, any injury you receive here will carry over.” Xander and Cordelia shared a look of disbelief. “Oh, and you might want to run.”
She faded away as a thundering sound reached their ears. Before their eyes, dust started to swirl up in the air. Through the dust came two riders dressed in all black; the hoods shadowing their faces. In their hands were swords that had a greenish glow. They were charging straight for Xander and Cordelia. Sharing a ‘Oh Shit!’ look, they both turned and took off in the other direction.
They reached Xander first. The sword of one of the riders came down and clipped him on the shoulder. He cried out in pain; tumbling to the ground. His hand coming up to press against the wound. He heard the rider jump to the ground beside him. The rider’s hand grabbed a hold of Xander’s hair and pulled back until he was looking into the rider’s black eyes. Cordelia let out a pained scream from somewhere up ahead. Hearing her scream, Xander went into action. Painfully he reached up and grabbed a hold of the rider‘s hands. He twisted the hand that held his hair until he was released. With a sharp twist, he was facing his enemy. “Who the hell are you?” He growled out. The rider gave no verbal reply. Instead, he raised his sword up-the greenish glow becoming stronger and brighter. Xander’s eyes widen as green energy was shot out of sword. It hit him in the chest. The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was Cordelia shouting his name along with the snarling and growling of some animals.
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