This is my first attempt at a one-shot. Not sure how well it'll go.
Xander belongs to Joss Whedon and everything else belongs to . . . well I'll keep that a secret for now. You'll see by the end of it. Safe to say nothing belongs to me. (further disclaimer at the end)
Xander cursed his luck as his motorcycle spun out from underneath him. One minute he had been speeding down the road on his way to Cleveland. The next minute there was a swirling vortex and the pavement under the wheels of his Harley turned into a sand dune. It just wasn't his day. Ah hell it hadn't been his month, year or decade even.
He stood up and dusted himself off, taking stock of his surroundings. The mid afternoon sun had turned into night and just over the next dune he could see a house with a few lights on. He walked along the top of the sand, hopefully towards some answers as to where, when or in which dimension he had landed.
All of a sudden a voice broke through the silence.
"I knew you couldn't resist me."
Xander look down and sitting there in the sand was a very strangely dressed woman.
Xander moved closer to lady in the bowler, intent on asking her what was going on.
"Don't come any closer. You gotta stay there . . . and watch."
Now on a normal day Xander would have stopped the girl, let her know that he wasn't whoever she thought he was. But today was anything but a normal day. So he watched as she slowly cut holes in her sheer black stockings.
"Okay. You can come a little bit closer." Now the scissors went towards the straps of her overalls and snipped.
"But you can't touch."
The woman with the blonde braids and bowler slowly looked up over her shoulder with a seductive grin on her face. The look slowly turned to one of surprise.
"Hi." Xander said weakly.
and that's the way it was. The mystery guest of the evening was of course Tank Girl. and the dialogue was taken straight from the movie. Which of course I don't own (well I own a copy of it . . . it's playing on my DVD player right now even though I really need to get to sleep. but I don't own
it . . . you know what I mean). Tank Girl belongs to Alan Martin and Jamie Hewlett. and Buffy as always is Joss'.
I think that qualifies as a new frontier for TTH. I think of it as mainstream but it probably counts as more of a cult fandom.