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They Named A Planet After Him?

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Doubly Chosen". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The Scoobies (at least some of them) recognize where, exactly, Whistler redirected their landing spot after the Powers That Be tried to kill them all. And they also realize what it can mean to them.

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Marvel Universe > Surprise CrossoverGreywizardFR1524,06841711,73720 Dec 1215 Mar 14No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: They all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME, or Disney Corporation. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Main crossover with Marvel Comics, and there may be some others thrown in along the way, too.

Time Frame: Follows my earlier story, 'With This Ring…', which began immediately following the BtVS season seven conclusion, 'Chosen.'

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: Not this time around.

Feedback: Of course! As Tenhawk's said, it's the coin of the realm!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author's Note 3: As might be expected, this particular crossover universe is substantially different from that depicted in the canon Marvel universe, so don’t be surprised when things end up going in a very different direction than you might have anticipated.

Author’s Note 4: This is story #2 in my 'Doubly Chosen' series.

Author’s Note 5: This is story #20 in my own personal Christmas Fic-A-Day Challenge.

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Previously, in "With This Ring…"

"What, exactly, are your masters intending to do, Mr. Whistler?" Giles interjected, clearly intent on acquiring as much information as they could in the time available.

"Well, thing is, the PTBs were expecting – hoping and praying, to be perfectly accurate – that all of you people were gonna die in the fight against the Turok-Han," Whistler replied, obviously relieved that at least one person wasn't wasting time arguing, "and when that didn't work out, they accelerated the speed of the town's collapse, hoping to get rid of you that way

"And by the way, that last-second gust of wind that blew you onto the bus roof? That wasn't just some random breeze, Slayer," the balance demon noted parenthetically, with a small pleased smile edging onto his lips as he noted the expression of surprise which appeared on Buffy's face at that revelation.

"Anyway, all you need to know is that the Big Shots on both sides have agreed that they want all of you out of the game, as in permanently," Whistler told them, "so they pooled their a lot of their resources and put in a fair amount of effort to arrange things so that a couple of artifacts created by what you'd call another nonhuman group would hit this continent at the same time.

"That way, if their bosses ever decided to check up on things, since there's another town on the East Coast that just got zapped at the same time as Sunnydale did, it won't look like youse guys were targeted deliberately – but that you just had a string of bad luck, instead," their visitor said as he informed them of the Powers' machinations.

"Now, we've gotta work fast, 'cause if my bosses figure out that I'm not doing exactly what they wanted, and that I managed to divert the portal aimed at you people from the center of the volcano you were supposed to meet, then the kim chee is definitely gonna hit the fan," Whistler warned his audience.

"Look, you're probably all gonna find this place you're all gonna end up in kinda strange – except maybe for your pet geeks over there, Slayer – but if youse guys all work together the way you have in the past, then you should be able to –

"ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Whistler abruptly screamed in agony, an instant before his body flared up like a gasoline-soaked rag set on fire, followed by a slight sprinkle of ashes that then drifted slowly to the floor. Such was the ultimate price for trying to undermine the plans of the Powers That Be and the Other Side, and being found out.

A fraction of an instant later, the bus's inhabitants were again blinded as a dazzling light surrounded them for a few brief moments before slowly fading away, allowing the small group of demon fighters to peer out the windows – and gape in disbelief at what they could see.

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And now, in " They Named A Planet After Him?"


"Good Godfrey Cambridge!! Andrew, is that what I *think* it is?!"

The Founding Scooby's question was obviously referring to the quartet of massive, domed enclosures floating in what appeared to be the near-infinite depths of space, directly ahead of the bus carrying the Sunnydale refugees to a hoped-for place of sanctuary from their former patrons, the Powers That Be. A group of so-called higher beings who had turned on them, for apparently being *too* successful in their battle against evil.

All four of the domes seemed to be enclosing cities (or at least, parts of cities) and were situated on what appeared to be ginormous fragments of what had once been a planet.

Each of the planetoidal fragments were, in turn, completely enclosed in even more massive spheres of some semi-transparent material, and interconnected by equally colossal tubes or pipes of the same material which formed the spheres.

And it was towards the nearest of these tubes that the Slayer bus was headed at what looked to be an uncomfortably great speed. Xander also noted that there seemed to be some sort of faintly glowing aura surrounding the bus, and guessed that this was some sort of protection the now dearly departed Whistler had arranged, to prevent them from suffocating and/or freezing to death in outer space. Ya gotta love atmospheric pressure. Especially when it was keeping you alive.

And if that proved not to be the case, then the laws of physics were being ignored on a scale far greater than anything Willow had ever yet attempted, Xander decided, before ignoring the matter as being irrelevant to the more important situation they were currently confronting – namely, surviving their upcoming arrival on whatever this planetoid, world fragment, whatever it was called.

"Great Maker, Xander!!!" the Scooby Gang's resident über-geek then exclaimed in response to Harris' observation, his eyes wide with shock and amazement as he stared out the front windshield at the sight in front of them.

"Do, do you really think it's possible that we're actually in the Andromeda Galaxy?" Andrew asked a moment later with what sounded like awed reverence, his body almost visibly quivering with badly repressed excitement and anticipation. "Near the remnants of a planet located within the Tranta star system, mayhap?"

"All I can say at this point, little buddy, is that it certainly *looks* like that's what's happened," Xander agreed as he, too, stared out through the front windshield, a similar grin of geekish excitement and delight on his lips.

The rest of their little group of interdimensional refugees had been alternately splitting their attention between listening to the two's discussion and staring worriedly out the windows at the devastated landscape visible below the bus, which their vehicle was apparently approaching at a disconcertingly high speed.

So it was no real surprise to anyone that Faith broke into the two science-fiction geeks' enthusiastic discussion to irately declare, "Listening to you two nerds, it sounds like you both recognize wherever the hell it is that that Whistler guy sent us.

"So, 'fess up – where the fuck are we?" the now second Eldest Slayer demanded. "And if either of you know any way we can end up *not* smeared all over that tube thing that's we're heading towards entirely too fuckin' fast for my comfort, now would be a good time to say something, too!"

"Uh, it would certainly appear that Senior Slayer Faith makes an excellent point, Xand," Andrew declared as he took another look out the window next to him and immediately went several shades paler as the seriousness of their predicament finally fully dawned on him. "We do appear to be approaching this particular passageway at an extremely high velocity."

"Yeah, you're right, Andrew," Xander nodded as he considered their plight.

"Although, on the plus side of things, we're obviously not traveling fast enough for the anti-meteorite defenses to kick in," the hideously-maimed man pointed out in a judicious tone of voice.

"Well, gee, X, thanks for pointing out all the good points about being in a goddamn fucking bus that's falling out of the fucking sky and is gonna hit that goddamn pipe out there hard enough to turn us all into fucking meat paste," Faith half-snarled after hearing Xander's comment. "But I don't really fucking think that that's really gonna help, as far as us surviving hitting that fucking thing is concerned!

None of the others present looked to be inclined to add anything to the conversation, since they were all staring out the various windows, grim and/or horrified expressions on their faces at what looked to be their rapidly approaching demises.

"Actually, I think we can stop worrying about that particular problem, Faith," Xander announced to the group as he noticed a bright spark of light detached itself from the largest of the domes which formed the odd-looking structure towards which they were heading.

"Because, if I'm right about who that spark of light is, then things are finally starting to work out in our favor," Harris declared with a wide grin that threatened to wrap around his head.

"By the Great Bird of the Galaxy!" all of the Slayers could now easily hear Andrew's whispered exclamation.

"Xander! Do you think that that's really - *him*?" the blond geek asked in a reverential tone.

"I sure as heck hope so, dude," the now one-eyed former carpenter replied. "'Cause if it's not him, then we're definitely screwed, blued, and tattooed."

Though only partially recovered from the multiple emotional shocks she'd received lately – Whistler's news about the PTB's betrayal and his own quickly following death, as well as the subsequent horror she'd felt at realizing that she was responsible for the death sentences imposed on all of the Sunnydale group – Buffy felt the need to join in on the highly bewildering conversation Xander and Andrew had been having.

"Xander, who, exactly, are you guys talking about?" the Eldest Slayer demanded. "Who's this 'him' guy Andrew asked about?"

Before Harris had a chance to answer Buffy's question, a deep, reverberating voice sounded throughout the bus.

"The man in question is someone who is desperately hoping that your group here will be able to help him save his world, Miss Summers."

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