A REVERSED HALLOWEEN
AN1: I blame three things for this fic ever being conceived. One was ‘Thank Rao I'm a Hot Chick With Superpowers’ By ThePunisher, two was the snippets I’ve seen of the Buffy comic lately, and no, this fic does not take the comic into account for its plot. And finally three was I was bored. Fear my boredom! Fear my muse!
AN2: I know that the title’s a little lame, but I was really having trouble with it. Any thoughts on a better title would be much appreciated.
AN3: As to why it took so damn long for me to update, yet again. Real life sucks, some writers block due to real life sucking so much, my dog died of cancer, I took in a kitten from a friend whom SWORE that it was spade, when it wasn’t, leading me to acquiring five other new kittens when it gave birth that I’m still trying to get rid of. I am remodeling my house, yet again. I had to get a new computer. I was in a car accident. Don’t worry, I’m fine. My car, well, it was less then fine. It took over two weeks or so to get it back because the other guy’s insurance, even though they took full responsibility for my car, decided to play games. I was told I’d have had the car back in like four or five days if they hadn’t had done that. I’m having some family trouble that I do not wish to go into and also some family obligations that I also do not wish to go into. And then there’s the fact that my sister’s worried about losing her job and having to move back in with us, yet again, which I would despise. I may love my sister, but that’s when she’s not in the same state as me, myself and I. The two of us in one house together can and will only lead to bad, bad things happening. I do have something resembling a life right now, and I am just really very busy when I’m not dealing with any of the previously mentioned things. All of these things are perfectly valid reasons that all combine to make my update schedule hell. But hey, at least I got a new computer out of the whole deal, and one with double the memory and almost four times the processing speed as my old one, not to mention that it has an i5 instead of a regular dual core processing chip. Yeah that’s right, my old computer was run by a duel core, not even a duel core II or duel core II pro, but a dang duel core. I severely upgraded. I can even play games now. Joy. And I really do mean that, for, my new computer is about the only thing going well in my life right now. Sheesh.
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Summary: Ethan Rayne is up to his old tricks, and now Buffy is Kara, or is Kara Buffy?
BUFFY IS KARA,
OR IS KARA BUFFY?
A REVERSED HALLOWEEN
“If I EVER manage to get back home, Ethan Rayne is a DEAD man!” I growled out in my anger. Looking around myself, I could just guess as to what had happened. It had been Halloween, and the New Council had somehow managed to get everyone together for a costume party, and at Xander’s urging I went as Supergirl. I really don’t know what I was thinking, other than it would make Xander happy, and since I hadn’t seen him in a little over two years I thought ‘Why not?’ and I had dressed up as her. And now I seem to be in this itty-bitty space pod, because this thing does NOT deserve the title of a space ship, no siree bob, and I was currently on my way to Earth, well probably that is. And I was blaming this whole stupid mess on one Ethan Rayne.
My space pod was a very tiny one person affair, with just enough room for me to lie down inside of it while being able to look out the top hatch’s window, and that was what I was currently doing. I was just watching the stars go by, when I heard a voice, and a not very welcome voice at that either. “Well Slayer, you do manage to get yourself into the most INTERESTING of situations, don’t you?”
“Whistler…” I growled out.
“Heya there kiddo, sorry about this, but this really was not in the big guys’ plans. And you’re right. Rayne was behind this little fiasco. He was hired to get rid of you, and he did a variation on that spell he did to you a few Halloweens ago, but instead of making you into your costume, he made your costume into you. Huh, well that’s not quite right, but it’s close. You see, that Halloween he pulled someone that fit your costume’s parameters from somewhere else to inhabit you, sorta like a possession, and in this case, he sent you to inhabit the basis of your costume. So yes, right now your spirit is possessing Kara Zor-El, otherwise known as Supergirl.” Whistler told me.
“One, can you get me back, and two, isn’t she just a fictional character? How’s all this real?” I asked.
“Buffy, all of the things in your universe that you know as ‘fiction’ are really real somewhere else, and in fact, you are fiction in some places somewhere. All realities are connected, however loosely, through the imaginations of a few sensitive people, whom craft what you know as fiction.” Whistler began when I interrupted him with
“So I’m fiction to some people?”
“Yes.” He tersely replied. “Now, back to what I was saying before I got off track, what Rayne did should have been impossible, hell my bosses STILL have no idea just how he did it. Let alone how he did it twice. We really need to talk to that guy. Anyways, realities so far apart that you know of them through ‘Fiction’ should NEVER be able to have any form of travel between them, in any way, shape or form. And yet he managed to get you here. I’m not with you here, it’s taking both The Powers That Be of your old dimension and some of the Gods and other higher beings of your new dimension working together to let me speak into your mind mentally, and this is most likely a short and onetime only thing here. For all intents and purposes, you are now Kara Zor-El, and you will be her now and forever, so, make the most of your new life kiddo, I’ll miss you and I….” And then he faded off, and boy I was pissed.
“God damn mother fucking assholes!” I whispered to myself. I then took a few deep, calming breaths and said “Ok, so just what do I know about Supergirl? Ok, her name is Kara Zor-El obviously, and she’s Superman’s, um, uh, cousin, I think? And, um, not much else. Great, I’m going fuck this one up all to hell and back, I just know it.”
A few hours of boredom later, and I saw out my window what looked to be the moon. “If that’s the moon…” I began, when things started getting a little choppy. “Then this must be reentry.” ‘I wonder where I’m going to land’ I then thought.
A few minutes later and I had my answer, in a sewer canal. Well, ok, to be honest I went through a street and a couple layers of concrete, but in the end, I was in a sewer. “Just great” I said as I looked around after breaking my way out of my space pod. Looking around I said “Ok, let’s prioritize, On the upside, I now have powers and abilities that make being the Slayer look like nothing, but on the downside, I’ll need to learn to use most of them and a lot of other things WAY to numerous to count, like how I’ll probably never see my friends and family again, I’m in a strange new reality that that I know almost nothing about, and in reality I’m inhabiting someone else’s body, I stole her life, and…” Then looking at my reflection in the shine of my super shiny space pod, I said “I’m fifteen again. I think. I mean I look fifteen to me. A tall and stacked fifteen, and god do I ever wish I had looked like this at fifteen, but still, I’m fifteen all the same. Universe, what did I ever do to you, huh?” I asked while shaking my fist at the heavens.
Then looking a little closer at what I was wearing, “Ugh, God, this is… I know what her, I mean my costume looked like, but seeing it on me now… I am so making a change in my wardrobe. So going to make a change. This is not a skirt, this is… egh.”
Finally looking around at my choice place of landing, I sighed. The only way out was the giant entry hole about fifty feet above me. “This is one big sewer.” Sighing I then said “Well, let’s see if I can figure out how to fly, otherwise I guess I’m going to have to try jumping out of here. Now how do I fly? Think happy, happy thoughts? No wait, I think that was Peter Pan’s shtick”.
About five minutes later and I was, well, less of flying and more like rocketing towards the moon and not stopping. The key seemed to be flexing certain muscles in certain ways. Don’t ask, I still don’t get it. Anyways, it took me fifteen more minutes to actually figure out how to control my flight. After that though, and I was having a blast flying. But after a while of that, and I decided that I better get back to my space pod to see where I landed and then decide on just what I needed to do.
Now I was not the most graceful of flyers, well yet that is, give some me time here, please, but I managed to fly back to my landing site with no one being the wiser about it, especially the occupants of the three marked cop cars, the two unmarked cop cars and one car that looked like it belonged in a comic book. Oh, wait, I pretty much am in one now aren’t I? Arg. Anyways, looking around as I hovered over a nearby roof, I saw four uniformed cops around this old guy in a tan trench coat and a heavy set guy in a gray one, and then looking around some more for anyone else, I started to look through the street itself and I saw two uniformed cops and a woman in a black jacket examining my space pod, and then I saw him. Now I might not be the most knowledgeable out there about comic book characters, but even I could recognize the Batman. He was leaving the pod’s crash site, and heading for the top side cops.
Looking at the older guy, I was racking my brain trying to remember his name. Back in high school I used to read some of Xander’s comics to stave off the supreme boredom of research times, and Batman was one of my favorites. Hmm, Gordon! Commissioner Gordon! That was his name! I was just congratulating myself on my memory, when I heard, and this must be my super hearing kicking in, Batman say, and I must say, damn, does he ever have a voice, “Gordon, I recognize the design and some of the writing on it. That’s a Kryptonion space ship.”
Gordon took a moment to be stunned or something of that nature, and I took a moment to really think. And then, before another word could be spoken, or I could talk myself out of doing something so stupid, I flew over to them. Well sorta. The flying part worked just fine, the landing part, well, less so.
“OK, note to self, work on your landings girl.” I said with a shake of my head as I was now embedded waist deep in the street. As I worked my way out of my, predicament, I noticed that I had managed to knock most of the other people on the street on their assess, and that there were now quite a few guns pointed in my direction. Sighing I asked “Could you please stop pointing those things at me? I’m sorry I knocked you all on your assess, but landing is a lot harder then flying, and even that ain’t as easy as it looks.”
The cops were now looking at me like I was nuts, but they were still had their weapons aimed at me, and Batman was just doing his level best to thousand yard stare me or something. Finally though, the silence was ended when Gordon asked “And who are you supposed to be?”
“Um, ah, Kara, Kara Zor-El.” I replied, trying to stay somewhat in character. “I’m ah, looking for, um….” ‘Kal-El.’ An inner voice supplied for me. “Yeah, that’s right Kal-El. Wait a minute… you’re still in here?” I asked.
‘Yes.’ The voice whom I believed to be the true Kara Zor-El’s voice replied.
“Well, great. And I’m still talking aloud, aren’t I?” I then asked.
‘Again, yes.’ The voice replied.
“Well, shit.” Was my only response.
EAN1: Yeah, yeah, I know, another new fic by me. Well, I am going to concentrate somewhat but not totally on my Buffy fics for a while, and while I will try to work on them all about semi-equally, I might show more favoritism to ones that I either personally like a lot, or those that you tell me you do through massive amounts of reviews. And no, that was not at all a beg for a review from you guys, honest.
EAN2: I am currently working on chapter two of this fic and hope that it’ll be out soon. Well, sooner than later that is. Heh.