One - Second Meeting
I do not own Harry Potter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, X-Men, or anything related to them.
“Ooph.” Dawn groaned, two people in three days? She looked up into the familiar red on black eyes. Nope, same person as before.
“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” the man said, “especially when we haven’t exchanged names.”
“I don’t exchange names with guys I’ve only known for a grand total of a minute in a half,” Dawn said. The man laughed.
“Not even if he gives you his?” Dawn gave him a look. “Remy LeBeau at your service.”
“Dawn, and that’s all your getting until I’m sure your not a psychopath intending to kidnap, kill, maim, or do something else to me or my family.”
“That happen often?”
“I used to get kidnapped every other Tuesday by some nutjob planning to use me against my sister.”
“I only get kidnapped once every two years or so. Something bad still usually happens on a Tuesday though.”
“Do me a favor?” Remy asked. “Run!” Dawn was confused for a moment, then Remy pushed her out of the way seconds before a large yellow blur tackled him.
“I hate Tuesdays,” Dawn said, standing up and brushing the dirt off her clothes. She sighed and picked her finger. A single drop of blood fell to the ground and opened a portal up. Willow had taught her how to control the portals her blood made. The best part was as long as she made a portal that went somewhere on the planet (in this dimension, of course), there was no chanting involved.
After that, it was a matter of levitating the big yellow blur, who was actually an extremely tall blonde man with claws, into the portal via a magic spell. A loud splash could be heard before the portal closed.
“What was that?” Remy asked.
“Portal to the Pacific Ocean,” Dawn answered.
“Is that your mutant power?”
“Something like that,” Dawn said. Then she winced and began counting backwards. “Four, three, two, one.”
“Dawnie!” a woman’s voice yelled. A red head came into view. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine Willow,” Dawn said. “Really. Aren’t you supposed to be in England with Giles, tracking down the Ethan?”
“Oh I am. I mean, I was. I did until I felt you make the…um…oh…hi,” Willow said, finally catching sight of Remy.
“Hello,” Remy said. Willow looked between them for a few seconds.
“Are you two on a date?”
“No,” Dawn said. “I ran into him. Then another guy tackled him. Then I made with the portal magic and sent the other guy to the Pacific.” Dawn tilted her head slightly. “Do you think I should call Angel and warn him?”
“Probably.” Dawn’s watch beeped.
“Crap. Late again. This is what I get for being a good samaritan. Damn Tuesdays.” Remy watched as Dawn ran off again, extremely confused over their second encounter. He turned back to the red head to see her glaring at him.
“If you hurt her, I’ll beat you with a shovel,” she said before leaving as well.
“What just happened?” he asked himself, idly wondering if he’d ever run into either woman again.