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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Campfire". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Possible futures of some of my stories that I wrote, along with possible stories, more to stop thinking about them then to add them to the body of the story itself.

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Miscellaneous > Surprise Crossover(Current Donor)dogbertcarrollFR1575124,32043909440,93422 Feb 106 Jan 14Yes

Bad End

Xander woke up with a pounding headache, sitting up he realized he was in Willow's bed at her house. He was naked and he desperately needed a shower and a shave.

Xander searched Willow's room but couldn't find his clothes anywhere. He finally borrowed a fluffy pink robe and crept around the house, relieved to find it empty.

A quick shower and shave made him feel more human and he briefly wondered if he'd dreamed his entire road trip but the memories were too real for that.

The kitchen proved empty of anything but canned goods for some reason and not a lot of them. Shrugging he grabbed a can of ravioli and a can of soda labeled Coke2 with a red and blue label that looked like a combination of Coke and Pepsi.

He found a lot of empty cans in the trash when he threw away the empty containers, but nothing else, just cans. It struck him as strange for a moment.

Everything was too quiet and when he turned on a radio all he got was static. He didn't bother looking for more clothes as he left Willow's place, it was a warm day and he was freaked enough that wearing a girl's pink fluffy robe was preferable to staying in an empty house.

Stepping out onto the porch he winced and guessed it was about noon, he looked around but didn't see anybody; no cars, no joggers, no dog walkers, no one. However his car was sitting at the curb.

He walked over to his car while keeping an eye out for anything out of place but nothing happened.

Fortunately for him it was unlocked and the keys were in the ignition. The passenger seat was scooted forward all the way and a strawberry air freshener was hanging from the rear view mirror but nothing else seemed out of place.

He started the car and slowly drove to his house, keeping an eye out for people but the streets stayed stubbornly empty. Parking in front of his house he left the keys in the ignition when he got out.

His front door was unlocked and when he entered his house he couldn't help but notice how clean everything looked. He was positive it hadn't been this clean when he left and everything looked so new. He also didn't remember half the photos on the walls and he was almost positive his parents were at least a decade older than they were in the photos he saw.

They looked so young and… sober and happy and… sober and clean and… sober.

His bedroom was familiar looking except for it having trophies in swimming and academics he was sure he'd never won, plus he could see the floor.

His room was clean!

The discovery of a heart shaped frame with a picture of him and Willow staring adoringly at one another dressed for the senior prom wasn't nearly as big a shock as it should have been.

Finding clean clothes in his dresser of all places he got dressed and almost guiltily hung Willow's pink robe on his closet door.

He left his house and got back in his car, deciding to drive past the old neighborhood before going to Giles' apartment.

He was unsurprised to see the high school in one piece as he passed by. Shaking his head he quickly drove over to Giles' place but when he reached the place it was obvious Giles had never lived there. Well not unless Giles had become a gay man who fancied cats.

He also found that the Summers place… wasn't. Some family with three kids and a dog had lived there, he found graves and headstones for them in their back yard near the back fence.

Xander had a feeling he knew what he'd find if he looked in Willow's back yard and the thought tore at him like a knife; still he had to check.

He drove so slowly it took him nearly half an hour to reach Willow's place, he sat out front for another half hour debating whether he really needed to know before he got up the nerve to walk back there.

He released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he realized he only saw two gravestones, sighing in relief he approached the two and dropped to his knees in shock when he read Xander and Willow Harris. “What the hell?!”

Xander climbed to his feet and went back to the car; just out of curiosity he checked the back seat and found it was a normal back seat.

Starting the car he checked the gauge and found he had a full tank. Nodding to himself he floored it and telephone poles began whipping by like a picket fence as he hit a hundred.

He took turns on two wheels and had buried the speedometer by the time he hit main street heading out of town.

The sign saying he was leaving Sunnydale was upon him before he knew it and as he past it everything turned black and he slammed on the brakes sending the car into a spin.

When he finally came to a stop he realized he was lucky he hadn't rolled the car and his heart was beating a mile a minute but it wasn't almost crashing that had done that; it was seeing Willow's grave.

As he calmed down he stepped out of the car and let his eyes adjust to the darkness and as they adapted he began to see bubbles of light in the distance and he realized where he was. He was in the back seat of his car.

As the adrenaline and fear faded he began noticing there were bubbles of light on the walls as well and when he looked up he also saw they were on the ceiling.

“What the hell did we do?” He asked aloud but there were no answers to be found, just countless cities in the backseat of his car encased in bubbles of light.

Xander really wished he smoked at the moment because he really needed something to calm his nerves.

The headlights of his car gleamed off the reflective black material the floor was made of and he wondered how he'd ever find his way out.

From the way the bubbles were positioned he could tell he was near a wall, “I guess I'll follow the wall until I hit the door,” Xander decided before getting back in the car and driving toward the wall slowly with Sunnydale on his left hand side curving away from him.

He barely crept along, not wanting to discover where the wall was by running into it and after an hour of patient driving he saw his headlights reflected off the wall as he approached it.

He stopped the car about five feet from the wall and got out, walking up the wall he put his hand on it and … slammed face first into the ground.

Climbing to his feet he rubbed his nose and realized his car was on the wall, after a brief second of panic and his car not falling onto him and crushing him he realized he was on the wall and it was now the ground for him.

“That explains how all the places we stole are still in place,” he muttered.

Walking up to the wall he placed his hand on it and was slammed face first into the ground again.

Standing up he rubbed his nose and sighed, looking for some way to tell which way to go now and really hoping he wasn't on the ceiling since the distance involved meant he'd probably need a year to reach the floor.

Looking around and falling from floor to wall and back again he noticed something; Sunnydale was the only bubble that actually touched the wall at some point. The rest of the purloined cities were well away from it meaning there was a good chance that Sirius had placed Sunnydale here on purpose so that his door was easy to find.

AN: Wrote this while I was depressed one day. Godogma made me go back and write the chapter again, minus the depression.
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