Title: Beneath the Surface
Paring: Spander, Anita/et al.
Fandom: Buffy:The Vampire Slayer, Angel, Anita Blake:Vampire Hunter
Rating: NC17 (for future chapters)
Warning: Slash, violence, language, future warnings on a per chapter basis
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the computer I'm typing this on and am making no money. The fandoms all belong to their respective creators and owners who *are* making money off them. I'm just doing this for my own fun and entertainment; in general, if you recognize something, I don't own it.
Spoilers: This takes place after last episode of both Buffy and Angel, ignoring the comics, and somewhere around Skin Trade and Flirt (books 17 and 18). For Anitaverse, some of the characters will be mentioned, but the boys will not be joining in the adventures mentioned in the books.
Beta: NONE! Any mistakes are mine, sorry
Summary: Xander winds up in a whole new reality and is forced to learn more about himself and his new world. At least he won’t be alone for long.Prologue
They had won, of course Sunnydale was pretty much destroyed, but they had won. The cheers and sounds of crying bombarded him and Xander sighed tiredly. It was over. After all the trials and battles and losses, they could finally rest. Rest…gods that sounded good. Maybe he’d close his eyes for just a moment…~~~
He was baking… and there was something buzzing around his head, disturbing the silence. ~Wait, silence?~ Cracking his eye open, he looked up at the clear blue sky dotted with white fluffy clouds. “What the fuck?”
Closing his eye, he took stock of himself. He was lying on the ground gauging by the dirt under his hands. And the baking feeling was obviously because he was lying out in the open. Now, how did he get there? Did they wreck and he was flung from the bus? But wouldn’t there be more noise?
Groaning, he pushed himself up so he was resting back on his hands and looked around. He was in what looked like an empty field next to an equally abandoned looking road. “Great, just great. ‘Cause losing an eye to a deranged priest and fighting an apocalypse wasn’t enough, no, Xander needs more weirdness in his life.”
Grumbling, he got to his feet and dusted himself off, heading toward the road. He spotted a sign in the distance and decided to check it out, maybe he’d find out where he was at least. As he walked, he realized he could hear traffic in the distance so he must be near a highway of some sort. Maybe he could find a ride into town at least.
The closer he got to the sign, the wider his eye got and the faster he started shaking his head, a constant stream of “nonononononono” slipping from him.
In larger than life, if faded from time and the weather, words and an artist sketch pronounced “The Future Home of Sunnydale Family Community” and slapped over that was a real estate company’s “For Sale” sign. Not only was he back where he started, the place didn’t even exist; he was in some bizarre dimension, or the past, or…
Xander could feel himself start to hyperventilate. His legs gave out and he collapsed next to the sign, leaning back against one of the support posts. He hadn’t even had time to come to terms with everything he’d ever known getting sucked into the Hellmouth, and now literally
everything and everyone he’d known and loved were gone. He was completely alone. He closed his eye as his vision started graying out around the edges, and soon after knew nothing more as he passed out.~~~
“Mister?… Hey, are you… Thank God… alive… Mister, c’mon… Man, can’t believe…”
The insistent rambling voice, as bad as him or Willow on one of their tangents, had Xander dragging himself back to consciousness. Blinking a couple times, he finally focused on the average looking guy kneeling next to him.
“Oh, thank God, you’re alright, or well at least alive. I hardly ever come this way, hell nobody really comes this way anymore. How’d you get out here? Man, you’re lucky I found you, you might’ve died out here or something, you know. Come on, let’s get you into town, let me know where I can drop you off.”
Xander ignored the rest of the babbling, accepting the man’s help up and fought down the hysterical laugh that was trying to escape. Climbing into the man’s truck, he took one last look at the empty field of what should have been his hometown. “Lucky? Oh yeah, Xander luck strikes again.”