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Summary: When the walkin' dude comes to Sunnydale, the world will kiss it's ass goodbye. [Dark fic, C/X]

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Movies > Surprise CrossoverzTiamaTzFR18410,2320134,45514 Oct 108 Dec 10No

Incognito Intervention

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A/N: This was going to originally be chapter three, but I wanted to get to the action quicker. What was chapter two, will be shown in flashbacks in future chapters.

++Xander POV++
I put another shovel of dirt onto the grave, this was why it was called the Hellmouth. I had to stop again as I coughed up more blood, I knew I didn't have long, but at least the others had a decent burial. After several more shovel-fulls, I patted the dirt flat. Joyce's grave was done.

I looked down the row, to the left, were Giles, Buffy, Willow, Oz, Anya, and Dawnie. This one had taken the longest, it was a lot harder to dig one when you were doing it by yourself, but at least I was finally finished.

I staggered back into Giles apartment. I thought of calling my mom, but I doubted she was still alive. All that alcohol, and the cigarettes would have made whatever it was, kill her off real fast. I wish I could have done more for her though. Dad on the other hand, I hoped that bastard died screaming.

I went to sit down in the easy chair, but I missed, landing on my ass, next to it. I tried to pull myself up, but I just didn't have the energy to do it anymore. On the bright side, at least the others didn't die alone, if nothing else, I could go out knowing that.

As I tried one last time, using the arm of the chair for leverage, the room started spinning. This was it, now that everyone in my life was dead, I didn't see a reason to worry about it any longer. Letting go of the chair, I laid back on the floor. "I'm ready." I declared, and I let the darkness overtake me.

==A Higher Plane==
The woman in white looked down at the dimension in horror, she'd been so busy trying to stop that damn zombie problem, she hadn't even seen this happen. The woman sighed, she was just spread way too thin.

As she looked down at Xander, dying alone in Giles' living room, she knew she had to to do something. "Loopholes to exploit, huh?" When she found this Flagg guy, whoever the heck he was, she was so going to kick his ass.

But right now, she needed to call in a favor. And if they didn't deliver, there wasn't anywhere in the universe she wouldn't find them.

In a flash of light, she was down in Giles' apartment. Normally, she'd be a little more careful about the whole thing, but she didn't see the point here. As she looked down at the frail man's unconscious body, so close to death, she wanted to cry.

She picked him up with ease, and placed him onto the couch that had been the deathbed of his, and several others, pseudo-mother.

Xander was jarred awake as his body hit the couch, and he looked up at her in confusion.

"You're going to be alright Xander." She told him calmly.

"You a angel, this heaven?" He asked, slurring his words badly.

It broke the woman's heart, to see this brave man in the condition he was in. "No baby, you're still on earth, there are people out there that are going to need your help."

He shook his head. "Shoulda got slayer... Buffy sa-save people."

She had no doubt that he'd give up a chance to continue living, if she could bring back the slayer. But she didn't have the power to resurrect a fly, let alone a human being.

Before she could continue, Xander's body was wracked with a coughing fit. She turned him onto his side and smacked his back lightly, a mix of blood and mucus came up, splattering her dress. She watched as it slid off, and onto the floor without leaving a mark.

As it subsided, he grabbed her wrist to get her attention. "Wah- wa-ter... please." He begged.

"I'll be right back, okay?" The woman asked him.

He nodded, and released her wrist, too weak to do anything more.

The woman went to the kitchen to get water, and she couldn't help the tears that spilled down her cheeks. She knew it would soon change, but seeing this proud man, who would help anyone, reduced to that shell on the couch was just too much, even for her.

As she filled a glass with water, she was startled by a hysterical laugh from the living room. Rushing back, she found Xander reaching toward the ceiling at nothing.

She placed the glass on the floor, and reached down to pull him up to a sitting position so he wouldn't choke. She stopped as he stared straight at her.


She held her breath. With the deal she'd made, no one was supposed to recognize her. If they did, it was entirely possible that the higher-ups would pull the plug on this whole thing. But as she looked down into his sunken eyes, she couldn't lie to him. "That's right Xander, I'm-"

Xander gave her a big grin. "Bright lady." He told her hoarsely.

She sighed in relief at that. The woman wasn't used to being this hands-on anymore, and this was the kind of risk that came with doing so. Finally propping the dying man up, she picked up the glass of water.

"Here," She placed the glass against his lips. "Just take small sips."

He took several, coughing half of it back up, covering his shirt with red-tinted water.

As she pulled back, she wondered where that stupid white-lighter was. He owed her big time, and if he didn't come through, she was going to hunt him down.

"I'm pie-rat." Xander told her suddenly, breaking her from her thoughts of possible vengeance.

She smiled at this, it was typical Xander. Even in a delusional state, he was still a jokester.

"One eye." He explained with a giggle, holding his hand over-top of his left eye.

Her smile turned to a frown in an instant. She'd seen several Xander's with a missing left eye. Heck, she'd even seen one that had gotten turned into a slayer, proper plumbing and all. But how did this one know?

Before the woman could get too deep into that, there was a flash, and a figure was thrown into a nearby wall. She immediately went on the offensive, grabbing up a heavy statue from a nearby table.

As the figure, a man, got to his feet, she moved in front of the couch, blocking his path to Xander. "Who the hell are you?"

"Hey, you called in the favor." The man said as he turned around.

"Leo?" She asked, as she finally got a good look at him, dropping the statue to her side.

He tried to slap off the plaster dust from his clothes. "Were you expecting someone else to show up here?"

"I was expecting you to show up, not plant your face into a freaking wall!"

"The Elders didn't want me to come here, there was some kind of outside intervention, and here I am."

She sighed, as she turned back to Xander, pushing a few strands of hair from his face. "I need you to heal this guy for me, okay?." It looked like he was once again unconscious, and she figured that was probably a good thing.

"What's going on here-"

Leo had to duck, as the statue she'd been holding came flying at his head. "Are you crazy?!"

"She crazy!" Xander suddenly added, before another series of coughs started.

"Shh," She told him as she took his hand. "Get some rest Xander, you're going to be fine."

"I want to know right now what's going on here, or I walk." The white-lighter told her firmly.

"You were about to say my name, if he'd heard it, I could be in deep trouble."

"That's not what I was asking about, and you know it."

"If you just heal him, I promise I'll answer all of your questions, now please." She plead, not sure how much time the young man had.

"No, there's something wrong here, and I want answers." Leo demanded. "Let's see, you threatened to make me a eunuch if I didn't show up here. The Elders tried everything they could to stop me. I just got-"

The bright woman tried to interrupt, but he cut her off. "I'm not done." He took a seat in a nearby leather chair, and tried to remember where he'd left off.

"I just orbed into a wall. It feels like I'm standing in one of the blackest pits of hell, and on top of that, all I can sense around me right now is human suffering and death. Did I miss anything?"

"I didn't say I'd make you a whatever that was, I said I'd cut your balls off."

He shook his head. "I'm gone." He started to orb away, when she tackled him to the floor, landing on top of him.

"I don't think Piper would appreciate this."

She quickly got off of him, and then helped him to his feet. "There's a- a man, his name is Randall Flagg."

The look on his face at the mention of Flagg's name, gave her a bad feeling. "What?"

"I've heard of this guy, he's really bad news. Awhile bak, he wiped out ninety percent of a dimension's population with a flu virus. Then he set himself up as some kind of tin-dictator, with a messiah complex. The only reason he lost then, was because he, and all of his followers got nuked."

"He started to do it here too, only he used a demon to infect people." She said quietly.

"So why him?" Leo asked, gesturing toward Xander's form on the couch.

"He can save a lot of lives," The woman smiled down at the dying man. "That's what he does."

"This isn't some random guy is it, you knew him."

She nodded, not wanting to give any information in case Xander was somehow awake. "He's a good man, he stayed alive long enough to make sure all of his friends didn't die alone. Then he came in here 'to' die alone."

Leo stared at the ascended woman before him. He had met her on several occasions, and she had been nothing but professional, if not a little self-centered. He could also see she was ready to beg him if necessary, to keep this man alive.

"Okay, let's help your friend." He told her with a gentle smile. He owed her after all, she'd looked out for Piper, and her sisters in their dimension, when the Elders had tried to keep him away from them.

He walked over to the couch, and held his hands above the fallen man's dying body. They began to make a golden glow, and he had them hover over Xander's chest. Slowly, the grayish pallor of his skin started to lighten, and the pustules began to disappear.

As the white-lighter finished up, he turned to her. "He's going to be out of it for a couple of hours, but that's the kind of healing that the body normally does in it's sleep anyway."

"Can't you do it now?" She questioned, as she looked down at the man with concern.

"He needs the sleep, getting healed that close to death takes a lot out of the body."

The bright woman suddenly threw her arms around him. "Thank you 'so' much Leo, you've saved a lot of lives today, I just know it."

He smiled down at her as she let go. "Considering what you did for Piper, it's a pleasure."

"I just need you to do 'one' more thing for me Leo..." The bright woman said, a hopeful look on her face.

++Xander POV++
I woke up and... why did I wake up? I opened my eyes and realized I was still in Giles' apartment. I'd crashed on this couch plenty of times after long research parties, and I'd know that ceiling crack anywhere.

I then realized that not only was I alive, I felt good. Like I'd just woken up from a great night's sleep. "What the heck happened?"

"Somebody upstairs likes you." A man's voice replied from across the room.

Not recognizing the voice, I jumped up and grabbed a nearby table lamp, ready to take on whoever it was. I saw was a tall brunette man, dressed in business-casual, sitting in Giles' leather chair.

"Who are you?" I asked, holding the lamp like a baseball bat.

The man just sat there, not at all concerned by the threat of my lamp. "My name is Leo, someone asked me to fill you in on what's going on."


"What more do you want?"

"I want to know why I'm still alive."

"A friend of mine asked me to heal you, they wanted me to stick around and answer a few questions."

Normally, I'd question the whole 'healing' thing, but I was alive and well. So I went on to the next important question. "Who's the friend?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that."

"Great, another cryptic asshole." I snorted in disgust at that.

The man looked at me sharply. "I don't 'need' to be here."

"It would have been nice if you guys decided to show up before I had to bury everyone I care about."

"Neither of us found out about it until after the fact. When I got here, you already had one foot in death's door, you were maybe half an hour away at most."

I knew there had to be some truth to what this guy said, I was alive after all. But he'd still told me next to nothing. "What can you tell me?"

"There's a certain ex of yours in Los Angeles, that's very alone, and very scared right now."

"Cordy?!" I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about her. While we'd more-or-less buried the hatchet after graduation, we were far from close anymore. "Why are you wasting time here, go heal her, now!"

Leo shook his head. "There's no need to Xander, she's not sick."

I just stared at him open-mouthed. Cordelia was a smart girl, no doubt about it, but a survivalist, she wasn't. We had taken every precaution possible, and we'd been wiped out... "How?"

"Ten percent of the world's population is naturally immune to the plague, Miss Chase happens to be one of them."

"It's great that you want me to save Cordy, but if so many people are immune, couldn't you get someone that wasn't dying, why am I so special?"

"Let's just say, you come highly recommended." He told me with a grin. Now grab some stuff, we've got to get moving."

After quickly packing a bag, I came back downstairs. The guy was standing by Giles' bookcase, reading one of the books. "Let's go." I told him simply before heading out the door.

"This isn't necessary-" He started to say, as he followed me out.

"My truck's right there," I told him, cutting him off. "We can talk on the way."

Leo stopped behind me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "My way is faster."

Suddenly, a blue and white light surrounded me, just as quickly, it was gone. I turned around, shoving the man back. "What the fuck was that!?"

"Healing isn't the only trick I've got up my sleeve." The man explained simply. "I can teleport too."

I'd trusted the guy, because I had nothing to lose, I should have been dead now, after all. Looking around, I could see we were in a really crappy neighborhood, I could even see several bodies lying out in the open.

"Okay, you can teleport, why are we here?"

"Your friend Cordelia, is in that building over there." He pointed to a building marked 302 across the street.

I gave the place a once-over, and could tell instantly that it was a hovel. I got the craziest feeling of Deja vu as I stood there staring at it. Turning back to Leo, I shook my head. "Cordy wouldn't be caught dead in the place, literally. What's the deal?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself."

"You're not coming with me?"

"I have my own responsibilities, The older man explained. I brought you this far, because someone called in a favor."

"And that's the 'someone' you won't tell me about, right?"

"If it helps, they don't have a choice in the matter."

I thought it over, this guy could have taken credit for the whole thing, but didn't. He admitted to healing me, and getting me here only as a favor to someone, nothing more. If he was trying to play me, he could have done a much better job.

"Thank you." I told him simply.

Leo nodded. "You both have a hard road ahead of you. It's not going to be easy, but from what I've heard about the two of you, you'll find a way to persevere."

"I hope so."

He held out his hand, and I shook it. "Just remember, there are people watching out for you." With that said, he took a step back. "Good luck." Then he disappeared in a shower of blue and white orbs.

Shaking my head at the weirdness that was my life, I headed toward building 302, and hoped for the best.

Disclaimer: Charmed, along with it's characters, are owned by Constance M. Burge, Spelling Television, and the WB.

A/N 2: I never really watched Charmed, the reason I used Leo here, was after seeing how versatile he seemed to be in other fics I've read. I've tried to keep him in character through clips I've seen on YouTube, and from the Charmed wiki. If I still somehow FUBAR'ed the character, please, let me know.

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