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Summary: Xander Harris is full of it. Doom that is.

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Chapter One

Awaken Sleeper....

Smallville/BTVS crossover.....

Superman was created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster. Smallville was developed for television by Alfred Gough and Miles Millar. Doomsday was created by Dan Jurgens. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the characters within the show were created by Joss Whedon. I do not own any of the characters within this story. It is a work of fan fiction and is not done for profit.


Smallville, Kansas
October 16th, 1989......

“It happens today.” Cyvus Vail told his.... apprentice as they walked the streets of the small town, unseen by the residents.

“I'm actually sad to see it happen.” Richard Wilkins said as the two magic users looked upwards.

“To think a human managed to trick me into teaching him magic.” Cyvus Vail sneered. “After this Celestial Event our contract is done.”

“Many Prophecies are coming into play today... Master.” Richard Wilkins said. “After this, most of the Midwest is going to be off limits.”

“The Traveler.” Cyvus Vail nodded. “He's protected by the decrees of both the Powers and the Circle of the Black Thorn.” Cyrus Vail said as they watched the meteors start to impact the town around them. “Still... this level of destruction is entertaining.”

“It has been an honor to learn from you Master.” Richard Wilkins said with a nod.

“If you contact me again, I will kill you. Your protections aren't enough.” Cyvus Vail said before vanishing from the small Kansas town. His voice lingered in the air. “Do not interfere with the Traveler. Do so at your own peril, mortal”

Wilkins refrained from rolling his eyes as he calmly walked through the chaos filled town. There was so much destruction and despair right now. It really was pleasant. It wouldn't last though, people would rally and this town would rise up from this tragedy. Farmers were like that. Salt of the earth and all that.

Maybe he'd take a detour to Metropolis and visit Suicide Slums after this. Seeing people on their last legs always cheered him up. He had a few more days left in his well deserved vacation and he would make the best of them.
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Metropolis' Suicide Slums
October 23rd, 1989..

“Oh my.” Richard Wilkins said as he watched the small child transform into a hideous beast and destroy the limousine and everyone in it. He watched the monster transform back into a small child once the deed was done.

He walked up to the naked child. “You're quite the little monster aren't you?” Wilkins asked the boy.

The boy glared at him and his eyes turned red.

“Easy child, I mean you no harm.” Richard Wilkins said with a genial smile. “What is your name?”

The boy looked at the ground for a moment. “Alexander.” He said softly.

“Well Alexander, how would you like to come with me? I know just the place for someone like you.” Richard Wilkins smiled.

“You won't abandon me?” Alexander asked.

“Nonsense.” Richard Wilkins smiled. “I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine.”
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Sunnydale California
October 24th, 1989.....

“What sort of chimera is this?” Magnus Hainsley, Los Angeles' top necromancer asked Mayor Wilkins the Third.

“That I can't tell you.” Richard Wilkins grinned. “Interesting isn't it?”

“Very. Why have you brought me here?” Hainsley asked Wilkins flatly.

“Well, I'm in a bit of a pickle. I picked him up near Smallville.” Wilkins said.

“Before or after the meteor shower?” Hainsley asked hesitantly.

“After.” Wilkins said. “Hence the problem.”

“This can't be the Traveler. This has no soul.” Hainsley said with a shake of his head. “What is it?”

“It's mine. I've got it under a doozy of a control spell, but I need to hide it from prying eyes.” Wilkins said as he looked upwards and then downwards.

“I'm going to need a vessel and you're going to owe me.” Hainsley told Wilkins.

“This year's senior class is eighty strong in number.” Wilkins said. “Whatever is left at the end of the year is yours.”

“Agreed. Where is the vessel you want me to put it in?” Hainsley asked.

“On life support.” Wilkins said. “I want to make a sleeper. I want it to have the vessel's memories.”

“Why?” Hainsley asked. “What's in it for you?”

“Amusement for one.” Wilkins said. “There are some things in this town I need to keep an eye on. Prophecies and the like.”

“Eighty seniors this year?” Hainsley asked.

“All that remain will be yours.” Wilkins agreed.

After a moment's contemplation, Hainsley said “Show me the body.”
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Sunnydale General......

“So... what happened?” Hainsley asked, more out of professional curiosity than anything else as he stared at the boy on life support.

“The boy's father has a bit of a temper.” Wilkins said with a shrug. “They're distantly related to my first wife's family so I keep an eye on them.”

“And you're okay with this?” Hainsley asked.

Wilkins just gestured for the boy from Kansas to come forward before literally pulling the plug on the machines that kept the comatose boy alive.

Hainsley waited for the boy's soul to depart as Wilkins shooed away the nursing staff that came running in.

Wilkins shut the door and let Hainsley do his work.

The balding necromancer shuddered as he transferred the soulless chimera into the recently available body. “You'd better hope that control spell of yours sticks, that thing is a monster.” He told Wilkins.

Wilkins nodded. “I'm going to have to raise the level of payment aren't I?”

“Next year's crop would be most appreciated.” Hainsley said as he sat down to rest.

“Agreed.” Wilkins said with a nod. “Will it have the memories of the shell?”

“Yes.” Hainsley said. “What are you going to do with it now?”

“I'm sending him home.” Wilkins said with a grin.

Hainsley shook his head. “You are a strange man.”

“When you get to be my age, you look at the big picture.” Wilkins shrugged. “To you this might seem odd, even for people such as ourselves. To me, this is an investment for the future.” He said as he tousled the sleeping child's hair. “My future.”

The being in the body of Alexander Harris slept as it adapted to its new form.

TBC.......
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