Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy or Star Wars. Buffy and related characters belong to Whedon. Star Wars and related characters belong to Lucas.
A/N: This is Part II to my fic yesterday, which was called Force of a Slayer. And I have to apologize. This has totally morphed in my head—the story, that is. It’s a bit bigger than two parts. In fact, as I sit here and think about it, it’ll be at least five. However, I have other fics planned for the rest of Fic-A-Day, so you won’t get Part III until sometime in Sept.—I’ll try to make it as early as possible. I hope none of you mind. Set after Season 7 of Buffy, disregarding the comics save for a few ideas. And I disregard the Extended Universe… I just don’t care for it as much as I do the movies. Oh, and like I like to do for every xover like this, any references to the Star Wars franchise in the Buffy series is to be disregarded. Officially don’t exist as a movie serious in this Buffyverse (Sorry, Andrew). Hope you enjoy!
Luke Skywalker and the fact that he was human was all that Buffy had left the Deeper Well with. Oh, and Illyria. Illyria had followed along, returning to Spike almost immediately. Buffy wished she would have stayed. She had a sneaking suspicion that she had known even more about the very odd situation.
He didn’t speak much, and seemed to be weirded out by the fact that their cars touched the ground. Oddly, he did not even blink at the fact that Xander—who had been the one to pick them up—had only one eye.
Luke seemed oddly trusting of Buffy, who—in the same situation—would have probably been freaking out and fully employing every bit of her slayerness on the strangers around her. But Luke seemed to be in this eerie state of peace, if not a bit confused. All in all, he seemed to be taking the things around him in stride.
They arrived in Scotland, at Castle Slayer as Andrew had named it, somewhere around midnight. Buffy was a little wired, but she offered their guest a room. He said that he felt as if he had been sleeping for far too long. As the rest of the castle, save for those on duty that night, went to bed, it eventually came down to Buffy and the ever-silent Luke sitting around the rough hewn wooden kitchen table, each drinking bottles of water.
“What planet is this?” he asked, the first the Chosen One had heard him speak in hours.
Buffy blinked, taken aback.
Luke raised a pale brow. “Earth?”
She nodded. Slowly. “Why? What planet are you from?”
“Tatooine, originally,” he said. “But I’ve been to several more.”
“I think it’s time we exchanged stories. You go first, since you’re my guest,” Buffy said.
Luke sighed. “I’m a Jedi, and I joined the Rebel Alliance at the age of eighteen to fight against the Empire which was building a space station known as the Death Star. It had enough power to destroy a whole planet at once.”
“Okay, you’ve already lost me. You’re a what now?”
Hours passed as the two exchanged their respective origin stories. Buffy found out about the Jedis and the Force and how Luke had to fight against his own father. And Luke found out about how Buffy became a slayer, what that meant, and what her most current prophetic dream had meant.
“I have no idea,” Buffy finally sighed. “I don’t know why the dream led me to you. I don’t know why you were in the Deeper Well. I don’t know why you are all high tech. And I don’t know what Illyria had to do with it.”
“The person I found you with? What planet does she claim as her home?”
Buffy laughed, shaking her head. “Believe it or not, this one. Just from a long, long time ago. Look, Luke, what’s the very last thing you remember before waking up and seeing me?”
Luke paused, his brow furrowing. Finally, he shook his head.
“Not much. We had defeated the Empire. My father was dead. I remember saying goodbye to my sister one morning when I was going to search out a site for the new Jedi Temple to be built upon… and then… I woke up here.”
“Okay,” Buffy said, waving her hand. “I think we’re going about this the wrong way. We’re trying to figure out the ‘how’ when we should really figure out ‘why.’ Illyria talked a lot about humans being elsewhere than Earth before they were hear, and the power of the slayer not being the first when the Primitive was made. But little miss God King took off before I could pin her for more info.”
“Don’t you have a method of communication? A holocommunicator or something?”
“No… nothing starting with holo. But we do have a telephone… on which Illyria isn’t very chatty. I don’t think she trusts them. But, at least—unlike someone
I know—she doesn’t believe the government is tapping in.”
“But this Illyria seems our only way of finding out what transpired to bring me here… and what connection you and I appear to have.”
Buffy sat a moment before a wide smile stretched across her face.
“Maybe not. I have a Willow.”#
Willow wasn’t keen on the idea. After all, the last time they had tried this little bit of “into the past,” Buffy had nearly been infused with pure demon and a demon had almost eaten her loved ones. But Luke and the Chosen One made their case, and Willow—albeit reluctantly—agreed.
“It’s a fair trade kind of deal, you know,” Willow said as she drew her circle with colored sand. “You’ll go, Buffy, and someone will come here.”
“If this is dangerous,” Luke began to protest as Willow lit her crimson candles and took her seat within the circle, “then you shouldn’t do this. Or I should go.”
Buffy shook her head. “A, dangerous is seriously in my job description. Like, paragraph one, sentence one, word one. And B, you going to back to your time will serve exactly zero purpose. I’m going. End of discussion.”
The Jedi nodded, stepping back as Willow began her chant in Latin. It took a few rounds but finally a sort of speed gathered to Willow’s cadence, and a bright light—blue and white all intermixed—began to appear behind the red-haired witch.
“May the Force be with you,” Luke said.
“Yeah, ditto,” Buffy said, leaping headlong into the light.
The light expanded to envelope her, and Willow and Luke reared back, covering their eyes. A loud thud
echoed around the room, and the light vanished. Blinking their eyes until they had relaxed, Willow sighed.
“We’ve got our trade,” she said, pointing to the crumpled figure lying before her.
Luke’s eyes widened.
End Part II