Strange bedfellows 3
Tara looked around the motorhome, which probably cost more than she could guess at and began to accept the two strangers’ story. This was all too elaborate to be a con job and her family too poor to bother with. Walking to the front she found Xander relaxing in the passenger seat while Kennedy drove.
“What really sucks is that we've seen every good movie and TV show to come out for the next couple of decades," Xander said.
“Not to mention knowing all the major disasters and Hollywood scandals," Kennedy replied. “It's going to be like Groundhog’s Day with Bill Murray, where we end up learning how to be an expert in throwing cards into a hat just to pass the time."
“Demon fighting rarely gets old and we could make our own movies if it comes to that," he waved it off.
“Porn?" Kennedy asked with a smirk.
Xander laughed. “Yeah we could make our own porn, but I was thinking more of opening a studio."
“You want to direct porn?"
“Enough with the porn," he snickered. “I mean we could open an actual movie studio and have movies made from scripts we like."
“What would we call it?" Kennedy asked.
“Time Traveler Studios," Xander suggested. “No one would believe it and anything that we let slip becomes just part of an elaborate publicity stunt to generate buzz."
“I've got…" Kennedy trailed off.
“Family in the business?"
“Tell them the truth," he suggested.
“Are you kidding?!" she exclaimed.
“No, why?" he asked.
“Won't we end up in a lab or something?"
“Nah, studio heads are too visible to just vanish and anyone saying we are time travelers would be treated like anyone who tries to kill Arnold Schwarzenegger claiming he's a cyborg from the future."
“That could work," Kennedy said beginning to smile.
“You really are time travelers," Tara said in wonder.
“From the world of tomorrow!" Xander said imitating the guy who woke people from cryo-sleep in Futurama and making Kennedy laugh, while Tara just looked confused. Xander groaned. “All my hip pop-culture references are for things that haven't come out yet."
“We'll slip them into the movies like Easter eggs," Kennedy promised with a laugh.
“We can set up shop in LA," Xander decided. “I'm thinking cheesy horror movies like Troma-ton pictures for the main product."
“That's just a step above porn," Kennedy said.
“A step involving rubber suits and cheesy effects," he pointed out.
“I like it!"* Scene change *
Alex hit the mats with a thud that made faith wince, but he was back on his feet again before his opponent could capitalize on that fact.
“How do you keep getting up?!" Buffy demanded.* flashback *
“Take a look at this picture," Xander said, showing Alex a picture of an adorable three-year-old girl with messy brown hair.
Xander nodded. “If you fall in battle and don't get back up you'll do worse than kill her, you'll make it so she's never born."
“Who's the mother?" Alex demanded.
Xander ignored his question. “If you fall, get back up, never let up never stop for anything short of death herself and if anyone asks just say –"* end flashback *
“Are you dense? Are you retarded?" Alex snarled causing Buffy to freeze up at the feral expression on his face. “I'm the God damned Batman!" he exclaimed, before foot sweeping Buffy and sending her to the mats.
Faith burst out laughing as Buffy kipped back to her feet and the spar resumed its one-sided ‘flatten Alex’ course, but until she finally knocked him out, he never once failed to get back up.* scene change *
“What's that?" Tara asked as she saw the picture of the little brown haired girl in his wallet.
“Came with the wallet," Xander replied.
“Yeah, but you like to pretend she's yours," Kennedy pointed out.
“Not mine necessarily," Xander argued, “just related. Fighting for humanity isn't always easy because a lot of humans are bastards, but fighting for a single little girl… makes it easy to do whatever you need to do. For this little girl… I'll do things that make demons shudder."
Tara looked unsure and nervous once more, but Xander smiled encouragingly at her. “Look at the young girl with the brown eyes," he said. “Really look at her. She has hopes and dreams of the future. Of course right now that dream involves having her own pony and being a princess. What would you do to those that would harm her, to keep her safe?"
She stared at the photo as if hypnotized. “Nearly anything," Tara admitted softly stroking the picture with a finger.
“Now I believe she's a Scooby," Kennedy said loudly breaking the spell.
“A Scooby?" Tara asked pulling back from Xander.
“Yeah, a Scooby," the slayer confirmed without explaining.
Xander chuckled. “A Scooby is our name for one of us demon hunters who try and keep the world spinning."
“It's more than that," Kennedy disagreed. “It's for people who will sacrifice everything for a girl who may not even exist."
“No!" Tara exclaimed then blushed at her response before continuing in a much lower tone, “She exists. Maybe not here and now, but somewhere, somewhen she exists and there are people who will fight to protect her."
“Like I said," Kennedy grinned, “a Scooby."
A companionable silence fell as they watch the road.
“So, where are we heading?" Kennedy asked.
“Why ask me, you're driving," Xander replied.
“You're the boss man, I figured you'd have a plan."
“I did, rescue Tara," he replied. “After that I'm pretty much open to suggestions."
“I haven't had any dreams pushing me in any specific direction," the slayer applied.
“Tara, you have any preferences?" the one eyed man asked.
“N-no," she replied shyly.
Xander examined Tara making her blush and look away. “Ghost towns," he said suddenly. “We're going to go poking around ghost towns in the West. Head for the Midwest."
"Y-you can read minds?" Tara asked wide-eyed.
“Nope, but I remember you telling me that you always wanted to visit some old Western ghost towns and that sounds like a fine idea to me."
“That does sound like fun," Kennedy agreed. “Can we go gold panning too?”
“Sure, but I doubt you'll find much."
“It's not about finding gold it's about getting wet and muddy!"
“Is wrestling involved?" Xander asked hopefully.
“Play your cards right," Kennedy replied with a wink, causing Xander to laugh and Tara to blush once more.AN: I love Dragon NaturallySpeaking and I still hate typing!