Walking in Shadows... Someone else's fic!
Walking in Shadows … Decided to go Another Direction rather than steal someone else' fic.
“Where to now?” Sirius asked as Xander drove.
“We're only a couple of hours from my home town,” Xander replied, “I'm kinda curious about how it handled things since zombies aren't all that uncommon there to begin with.”
“I wouldn't get my hopes up about finding anyone alive,” Sirius warned, “or expect it to be the actual town you left. See, there are tons of worlds and universes and some sort of timey wimey stuff.”
Xander waited but Sirius was apparently done. “That didn't explain anything.”
“If you were British it would,” Sirius argued.
“But I'm not British!”
“Well we can't all be perfect,” Sirius said consolingly.
Xander laughed. “Okay I get it, I promise I won't take any of it too seriously because while it may look like home, it’s not actually home, just what home could have looked like if we had a zombie apocalypse and maybe not even then,” Xander said, thinking about parallel worlds.
“Err, actually I was just trying to piss you off, so you'd be angry rather than depressed when you found out it was a ghost town, but your explanation sounds way better; it’s just best not to expect too much.”
Xander snickered before getting an evil grin and hiding it behind a happy expression. “Considering we were the vamp capitol of the world I'm sure a zombie apocalypse wasn't as bad as it could have been.”
“No one was left alive in LA, a small town would be even more defenseless,” Sirius warned, not wanting Xander to get his hopes up only to have them smashed flat by reality. Two hours later …
Xander's eyes lit up. “Why I'll bet my future self will be there with his three wives.”
Sirius groaned, “Dead! All dead! Eaten by zombies! It’s hopeless!”
The ‘Welcome to Sunnydale’ sign flashed past as the two argued with Sirius worried about his friend's state of mind as Xander built up a huge fantasy, pretending to be more and more enthusiastic about it as they got closer to town.
The two were distracted from their argument by a siren and flashing lights behind them.
“Just my luck,” Xander chuckled, “I've been pulled over by the last cop on earth.”
“Zombie cops!” Sirius announced, then fell quiet, taking a swig off his bottle. “You were trying to wind me up, weren't you?”
Xander laughed as he pulled over. “Turnabout is fair play.”
“All this time I was worried about you getting your hopes up and you were screwing with me,” Sirius growled, mock offended, but thinking it was a pretty good joke.
“Sirius; I never let anything keep me down for long. I've had friends die, practically in my arms, lost women I loved and looked into the mouth of hell itself and I'm still smiling.”
The police officer tapped on the window and winced at the smell when Xander rolled it down. “What are you drinking? It smells like a brewery in there.”
“I wasn't drinking sir,” Xander said politely, “although my friend ...” He turned and found a big black dog sitting in the passenger seat grinning at him.
“Uh huh, sure. Sir, can I see your license and registration?”
Sirius burped and a small ball of blue flame belched out.
The cop looked surprised and pointed the light at Xander and froze. “Sorry Mr. Harris I didn't realize it was you or I wouldn't have questioned your story about the dog. How 'bout I escort you home?”
“That'd be great,” Xander said, relieved he wasn't going to jail.
“Just follow me sir,” the officer directed, quickly returning to his car and leading them to the Summers’ residence.
Xander parked in front of the house and he and Padfoot got out. “I'm not sure why I live here, but considering all the lights and cars I'm guessing whole new world.”
Padfoot belched again, releasing a small flicker of flame as Xander rang the doorbell.
The door was answered by a red haired witch whose nose wrinkled at the smell. “Xander?! Why did you ring the bell and why do you smell like you've been drinking? I thought you and Faith were out on a date?”
“In order of question; I rang the bell because I don't live here, the dog's the one who's been drinking, and Xander probably is on a date with Faith and I really want to find out how that happened.”
Willow gestured and a wave of white light washed over the two to no effect. “Well your appearance isn't a glamour,” she said.
“But can you guess in the 17 questions you have left?” Xander asked with a grin.
Willow's eyes opened wide. “We haven't played 20 questions in forever!”
“Is that a question?” Xander asked as he and Padfoot entered with no invitation.
“No!” Willow declared firmly and waved them into the living room.
Xander sat on the sofa and Padfoot climbed up beside him.
“No dogs on the furniture,” Willow said.
Padfoot tried to give her his best puppy dog eyes, but he burped and a puff of smoke came out.
“Is he a hell hound?”
“No, sixteen questions left,” Xander replied with a grin.
“You cheater!” Willow grumbled playfully, “and that was a statement not a question, I need a notepad.”
Willow had a notepad and a pencil and was considering her options, while curled up in a chair across from the two, when Xander and Faith arrived.
Faith and Xander tensed up, but the Xander on the sofa just waved as he scratched under the dog's chin.
“What's going on?” Faith asked cautiously.
“We're playing 20 questions,” the Xander on the sofa answered, “fifteen questions left!” he declared playfully.
“Poopy headed cheater,” Willow pouted, “only my questions count.”
“Okay, sixteen then,” Xander agreed, making Willow smile.
It had been a while since Willow had smiled at him that way and his eyes got a little moist.
“So why the magic to look like me?” the Xander with Faith asked.
“I already cast a spell to remove all false seemings,” Willow said, “that is how he really looks.”
Buffy wandered into the room wearing a skimpy pair of panties and a t-shirt. “I remember this dream,” she said half awake, “but there was never a dog in it before, that’s a bit too kinky even for me.”
“You've had dreams about two Xanders, me, and Willow?” Faith asked with a smirk.
“Of course, I'm not a Xander hog,” Buffy said yawning and then jumped half a foot when Padfoot got her in the small of her back with a cold wet nose. “I'm not dreaming!”
“Nope, but I still appreciate your thoughtfulness,” Faith said with a grin.
Buffy spooned up behind Willow and kissed her neck before reading what she'd written. “Number five looks good.”
Willow nodded and wrapped Buffy's arms around her. “What are you doing here?”
“Wishing I'd brought a camera,” Xander said absently as Padfoot drooled.
“Xander!” Willow groaned.
“Well I am!” Xander replied. “Come on, you can see what I'm doing for yourself, fifteen questions left.”
“How did you get here?” Willow asked.
“I drove,” Xander deadpanned with a grin, “fourteen questions left.”
“I mean this world!” Willow corrected.
“Good question, but the answer's the same.”
“You drove to our world from another one?” Willow asked, surprised.
“Yes I did, thirteen questions left.”
“No fair! You already answered that one,” Buffy complained.
“Actually that is fair,” Willow admitted, “getting the other person to repeat questions is part of the game.”
“Oh, okay,” Buffy said, calming down.
“Is there something special about your car?” Willow asked.
“Yep, especially the back seat,” Xander said suggestively while wiggling his eyebrows, making Willow blush.
“Wait!” Willow said suddenly, “you forgot to say the number of questions left, it’s one of your tells. You're bluffing! But I don't see how …”
“Double bluff,” Faith jumped in, “he said it in a way to embarrass you and make you think of sex, when he was actually being serious. There is something special about his car, and the back seat in particular.”
Xander winced. “No helping! 12 questions left.”
“You let Buffy help,” Faith complained.
“She's only partially dressed and all but making out with Willow,” Xander explained.
“Can I see your backseat?” Willow asked.
“If Buffy doesn't mind,” Xander teased.
“Only if I get to cum too,” Buffy responded.
“I think I can fit you in, or vice versa,” Xander fired back, “after all the more the merrier.”
Local Xander and Faith took that as an invitation and being the closest to the front door, were at the car before anyone else.
“Now that’s my kinda car!” Xander-L said admiringly while Faith looked it over.
“I wonder why they painted the back windows black?” Faith asked.
“I didn't,” Xander said as he arrived with Willow and Buffy in tow, “it’s just too dark to see in there.”
“In your backseat?” Buffy asked.
“Yep,” Xander replied, opening the passenger side back door and stepping in, with barely a pause the Scoobs followed.
“Wow,” Faith drawled after a moment as everyone stared speechlessly at the tableau.
“Are those stars?” Buffy asked in shock, seeing spots of light on the ceiling.
“Not exactly,” Xander said.
Willow spotted the telescope and examined it closely, “All these runes… How did you get a telescope engraved with runes of blood and sacrifice?!”
“Made it myself,” Xander replied, “well the runes anyway.”
“But it takes a lot of sacrifices to empower those runes!” Willow exclaimed, horrified.
“You're thinking too literally,” Xander said, “try and think outside the box. I'll even give you a hint – blood and ash.”
Willow's brow furrowed in thought for a minute before she sighed, “Apparently I like the box.”
“Got that right,” Buffy teased in a sultry tone.
“Buffy!” Willow blushed while everyone laughed.
“Vampire ash, the older the better; vampires are soaked in blood and death, so by killing them and using their ash mixed with a drop or two of your own blood you can easily empower the runes.”
“Why hasn't anyone discovered this before?” Willow asked.
“Odin is a warrior god, so all the ash I use is from vamps I kill personally in battle. Most researchers don't gather their own ingredients,” Xander explained, “and few things use vampire ash that aren't so dark that the people involved wouldn't find human sacrifices easier.”
“I am so going to start researching blood and sacrifice magic now,” Willow swore, “because I like the idea of sacrificing vamps to protect people from them.”
Padfoot transformed back into Sirius, startling the Scoobs. “Well I need a nap, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go visit Penny.” Sirius took out a business card and turned it into a Persian carpet, before he started casting a series of charms on it.
“That is really Padfoot?” Faith asked, wide eyed.
“Actually he goes by Sirius when he's human,” Xander said, “I found him in a desert after someone threw him through a portal.”
“You never read the books!” Willow groaned, rubbing her temples.
“What books?” Xander asked as Sirius vanished into the darkness, whooping on his barely controlled carpet.
“A series of books about the good guys paying for the bad guys' mistakes and everything ending up the same as when it started,” Xander-L said bluntly.
“Xander!” the three girls chorused angrily.
“I calls em as I sees em and as far as I'm concerned she should have quit at book three,” Xander-L declared unmoved.
“Ignore him,” Faith said, “he's not completely wrong, but the good guys win.”
“Yeah,” Buffy added, “and he reads too much fanfiction.”
“Well at least I don't claim Snape was a hero,” Xander-L replied flatly.
“Snape a hero?” Xander asked, looking like he'd tasted something sour, “no one who has ever met him could mistake that bastard for a hero.” AN: Typing by Godogma.
AN2: This crosses over with someone else’s fanfic, but they would be able to figure out things that I didn’t want Xander to know yet, so I had to scrap this chapter.
AN3:Post Graduate Work by Greywizard is the fic it was going to cross with.