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Summary: Doppelgangers hit Cleveland and the adventure goes from there. ABANDONED

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Multiple Crossings > Buffy-CenteredJmariaFR1831,425011,3161 Dec 0321 Jan 04Yes

Chapter Tow: It's A Dangerous Business, Going Out Your Front Door

A/N: It’s been a while on this one because I couldn’t think of where to go from the last chapter. It’s a drawn-out way to say I got writer’s block. Oh, and the title? J.RR Tolkien. This crossie doesn’t have any LotR stuff, I just thought the Quote fit the chapter.



Chapter Two: It's A Dangerous Business, Going Out Your Front Door.



Dawn Summers had grabbed her cell phone and snapped a picture of the guy as he ran down the street. Buffy gave her an odd look as she stared at the image of him.

“Yum, who’s he?” Buffy said, eyeballing the image.

“I don’t know. He told me to stay away from you.”

“What? Obviously he’s up to no good.”

“Duh. That’s why I snappped his pic with my new handy dandy picture phone.”

“Cool. Find everything you need?”

“Yup. I think I’m gonna get these.” She picked up the two piece pantie set and handed it to Buffy.

“I don’t think so.”


* * * * *

Two hours later, Dawn was googling for all she was worth.. She searched for the guy who had told her to stay away from her own sister. Buffy had said that this was a threat to her, so Dawn was in watcher mode. Like anyone really wanted to kill Buffy anymore.

She let out an ear-pierceing screech as found what she was looking for. Buffy, Xander, and Willow nearly fell over each other trying to get to the room. Dawn’s jaw dropped as she watched the comidic act that was them.

“Where is it?”

“What is it?”

“Let me kill it?”

“I found that guy. Buffy, you won’t believe it.” Dawn pointed at the image on the laptop.

“Who?” Xander asked.

“The cryptic guy who warned Dawnie to stay away from me. You found him?”

“I found a lot more than him.”

On the screen was a picture from a newspaper. Four teens were standing outside of a burning building. Three were male, and one was female. Buffy staggered back. Her mouth was hung open in surprise.


“Buffy, that girl -” Willow said.

“Looks -”

“It’s me.” She whispered.

* * * * *

Dawn skimmed down the article, reading what it said out loud.

“Four teens narrowly escaped the blaze that consumed the youth hostel in downtown Cleveland. The fire started late into the night. No one was seriously hurt in the fire.”

“Focus in on the other guy. The one who doesn’t look like Spike.” Buffy said, pointing to the third male.

“Already did it. This is what I found.”

Dawn clicked over to the other file. Up popped a screen. The image was of the same man, but his head was shaved, where as before it was shoulder length. It was a military profile.

“AHA!” Dawn cried out.


“This guy is Adam J. Walsh. He was stationed in Sunnydale the year before you faced ADAM.”

“Walsh?” Buffy asked.

“Yup. Maggie Walsh’s son. He died in active duty.”


“Year before she started working on 314. Vamp attack.”

“Was -”

“He wasn’t turned. Massive blood loss. They pulled him out, but they couldn’t save him.” Dawn read.

“Well, now we know why she tried to make ADAM.” Willow said.

“Nearly indestructable.” Xander pointed out.

“Unlike the real Adam.”

“What’s that?” Dawn murmured. There was question mark like shaped icon on the bottom of the file. She clicked on it.

Another screen popped up, bearing a long list of names. Buffy Summers, Hostile 17, and a dozen or more names were on the list.

“So, the Initiative took a little bit of me -”

“And made a whole new you.”

“AHA!” Xander said.


“It is dangerous going out your front door.”


“Cause then the army swoops in and takes a tiny bit of DNA and makes a clone.”

“Can I say science bad, army bad?”

“I think we already knew that.”

“Who else is on that list?”

“Um, Amber Bali, Sirius Black, Alexander Cole, Cedric Diggory, Alan Doyle, Prudence Halliwell, Cortney Harper, and . . .”

“Anya Jenkins.”

* * * * *

Zhandra yanked the cigarette from Deacon’s mouth and crushed it under her combat boot. Tonight she was dressed in a crimson prom gown and her black combat boots. She still wasn’t getting what Deacon was talking about.

“What girl? I’ve been here all day. You know I don’t like to go out during the day.”



A/N 2: Yeah. So now you see where the humongous crossies are (Charmed, the Tribe (though just the characters Lex and Amber not any of the back plot) and Harry Potter) Tell me if it sucks or not.

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