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Summary: In honor of Dogbertcarroll's 'Flickering Lights', a bunch of mostly Xander centered one-shots.

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralCrazyDanFR186770,02439884530,78816 Feb 1217 Jun 14No

This has happened before....

Disclaimer: I am not the creator of any of these characters and they belong to their respective owners. This is a piece of fan fiction that is not intended to be published for profit.

AN: This is a possible continuation to my Jinkies! story. Been watching a lot of Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated lately.



Sergeant Rightwing's military school....

“You!” A dark haired teen snarled as he was forced to the ground by several of his bunkmates. “It's all your fault!”

“Like, what's his problem?” Norville 'Shaggy' Rogers asked as he stared at the frantic, and much larger teen struggling to get to him.

“Dunno.” One of the other teens holding down the raving teen said. “He's normally pretty calm. Guess he knows you or something.”

“How long has he been here?” Shaggy asked.

“Longer than the rest of us.” Another teen said as their Drill Sergeant came out with a rather large syringe full of something.

“Hold him down boys.” The Drill Sergeant said. “Haven't had to dose this kid since his second year here.”

“Why does he want to kill me?” Shaggy asked. “Like... I don't even know him.”

“He knows you.” The Drill Sergeant said as he injected the struggling teen. “You go by Shaggy right?”

“Yeah.” Shaggy said as he rubbed his recently shaved head. “Well... I did.”

“This guy isn't exactly... the most stable of teens. He got sent here a couple years back for trying to attack the Mayor of Crystal Cove. Mayor Jones gave the kid a break and he went here instead of Juvenile Hall.” The Drill Sergeant said with a shake of his head. “Though looking back on it... Maybe he was partly right about the Mayor being up to no good.”

“But... what does that have to do with me?” Shaggy asked.

“Because... you... made the wish!” The teen said through near insane laughter. “That was all they needed to do this!”

“What is he talking about?” Shaggy demanded. “What did I ever do to him? I don't even know this guy!”

“We don't know.” One of the teens said. “It's a mystery.”

Shaggy narrowed his eyes. Of all the times for one of those to crop up.

“Scooby Doo... like where are you?” Shaggy whispered to himself.



Elsewhere/When......

“I can't believe you just walked up and decked the guy.” Shaggy said as he shook his head in wonder.

“I was in a hurry this time Shaggy.” Xander Harris said with a shrug. “The Jeweler was about to close and you know I want to pop the question to Velma tomorrow.”

“But you punched bigfoot in the face.” Shaggy said. “Growing up on your world must have really been harsh.”

“The Hellmouth had very few advantages.” Xander admitted. “Very few.”

“I just wish this world was a little more like yours.” Shaggy said with a shake of his head. “Maybe then I'd have some courage.”

Xander tightened his grip on his coffee mug as he heard Shaggy say the 'W' word. He looked around and didn't see anything different. “Shaggy, I've warned you against saying that word.” Xander cautioned. “Bad things.”

“But it didn't.” Shaggy countered.

The two men turned as they heard tires squealing outside.

“If this ends up being something bad, I'm blaming you.” Xander said as the two men rushed outside.

“What is that?” Shaggy screamed as he saw the oncoming wave of... something.

“Reality being rewritten.” Xander snarled. “I'm totally blaming you for this.”

“Scooby Doo... where are you?” Shaggy said right before the ripple engulfed the two men.



Four Years ago......

San Francisco....

“Son of a bitch.” Xander Harris snarled as he finally found what he was looking for. According to the maps, Crystal Cove, while older had the exact same map coordinates as Sunnydale did. “How deep do the similarities go?”

There was only one way to find out. He needed to get some Intel on the town, and it's government. He had to know if the gang was all right. He had to know what all had been changed by Shaggy's idiocy.

He needed to know if they remembered him.

If she remembered him.

He clutched the ring box he always kept with him. It was one of the few things that had survived the rewrite. He'd de-aged a few years so he assumed the rest of the gang had done the same.

He just needed to slip from his foster family first. Them and their pet gorilla Magilla.

A Gorilla that seemed to know way too much for his own good.



TBC......
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