A Buffy/Star Wars crossover.
By Ranger Thorne
Chapter 5. Wow. I’m pleased at all the reviews this has generated. Thanks to you all. Still don’t own ‘em though.
The insistent ringing of the phone pulled Giles from slumber. His pleasant dreams disrupted, he grumbled as he climbed from the bed and grabbed the telephone.
“This had better be bloody important,” he growled into the phone.
“Oh, that’s right,” said the voice on the other end, “I forgot about the time change. Terribly sorry, Rupert, but it’s an emergency.”
Giles pulled the phone away to blink at it before holding it back to his ear. “Horace Watson? Has something happened to the Council?”
“No. Well, the council has done something. I just found out that a team has been sent to terminate your Slayer.”
“Buffy?” Giles was suddenly very wide awake. “Why in god’s name would they be after Buffy?”
“It seems the seers have had a vision that evil has taken her over.” There was a sigh. “They were sent hours ago, so they may even be there by now. I,” he paused for a moment, “I couldn’t let them do this without telling you. I owe your family that much, anyway.”
“Thank you for the warning, Horace. I do appreciate it.” Goodbyes were exchanged before Giles hung up the phone. He swore in several languages as he dressed and slipped on his shoes. Just as he was about to open the door, someone started knocking, hard. Opening the door, he saw an out of breath Xander Harris leaning against the frame. “Good lord, man, what happened.”
When the teen looked up at him and gulped, the Watcher realized that Xander was losing the fight against tears even as he fought to breathe. “She’s dead,” he finally managed. “Somehow,” he paused for breath, “somehow Buffy killed Willow.”
“Good lord,” Giles was able to repeat.
Xander pulled an envelope from his pocket. “I saw this on the dresser when I woke up. I, I,” he shuddered then continued, “I woke up when she screamed.” He closed his eyes tightly as he added, “I came out just as Buffy was leaving.”
Giles glanced around, then led Xander into the building. After setting him on the sofa, he took the envelope and saw that his name was printed neatly on it. A lump formed in his stomach as he opened the envelope and pulled out the single sheet of paper.Giles,
If you’re reading this then I am dead. As insane as it sounds, hopefully, Buffy is, too. If not, then she is now in the control of the Sith who possessed me during Halloween.
I have been aware of her plans for some time, but was unable to come up with a way to warn anyone that would not also alert her to my knowledge. She has shown the ability to control my actions and thoughts for short periods and I was afraid of what she might do.
I have been using an abandoned warehouse for my activities and as a headquarters for commanding the night life of Sunnydale. You probably don’t approve but it’s too late to get mad at me now. I put the address at the bottom of the letter. I’m hoping you can use this information to stop her.
I’ve been able to do a few things without her knowing about it, like writing this letter. I also found a spell that might be able to save Buffy. The “Texts of Thornia” has a spell on page 127 that might work. You will need the circle and my body. Be sure I’m wearing the long black jacket hanging on the hook in my closet.
I’m sorry, but I don’t know how you’re going to get her into the circle. Please remember she is a Sith. All the powers of the dark side of the force and all the powers of the slayer are hers. She probably has all of Buffy’s memories, or at least most of mine.
I’m sorry I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t know how.
Love you all,
Giles took note of the address, then set the letter down and removed his glasses. As he cleaned them, he noticed Xander taking the letter and reading it.
“I know where this is,” he told Giles. “It’s down the street from where Moloch set up shop.” Seeing Giles’ raised eyebrow, he explained, “I sometimes wander down there on weekends and see if they’ve been turned into nests.” He gave a shrug, “Hey, it’s daylight and I’m only peeking in the doors.”
“Still, it is dangerous and reckless. But an excellent idea we will have to follow up on after the current emergency.” Giles sighed. “I know the spell she’s mentioned, and I have another copy of the book here. I’m not sure why we need her body, but considering the circumstances I’d be hesitant to deny her request.” He continued to clean for a moment, then scowled. “I know it will be difficult, Xander, but I need you to retrieve Willow’s body and bring her here.” He handed the teen his keys. “Please do not destroy the transmission.”
“But what are you going to do?”
Giles looked at the phone. “I have to make a call.”
“Buffy?” Joyce asked as she opened the door to her daughter’s room, “What are you – oh!” She stopped as she took in the disaster area that had been a bedroom.
The closet had, it seemed, been emptied, with the contends scattered about the room. A few drawers were likewise emptied.
In the center of the carnage, Buffy was rising from the bed. Instead of the sleepwear Joyce would expect for 4 in the morning, she had on black jeans, turtleneck and tall tan boots that she was looking at with annoyance.
“These will do for now,” the teen grumbled. Then, as if she had just noticed the older woman, she looked up and said, “Oh, the mother.”
“‘Oh, the mother’?” Joyce parroted back. “Young lady, just what is going on here?”
After a moment spent in thought, she replied, “What is going on here is simple. I have taken this body and its power for my own. Your daughter and her babbling friend are dead.”
“Dead? Buffy, this is redic-“ the rest was cut off as the Sith in Buffy’s body gestured, leading Joyce to grasp her throat as she tried to breath.
“I am Darth Wroth,” the Sith growled. “You will not call me that ridiculous name again.” She watched Joyce struggle for a moment. “I will claim this world, and all upon it as my own.”
Joyce struggled to breath, and finally jerked herself backward. She bounced off of the door frame and staggered down the hall as she sucked in air.
Wroth turned away from her and sighed. “Family. What a waste of time.”
The phone began to ring. For a moment, she considered ignoring it, but she finally muttered, “I hate that stupid noise,” and picked up the receiver. “What?” she snapped.“Ah, good, Buffy,”
came Giles’ voice.
“What is it?”“Sorry if I woke you, but I’ve gotten a call from a friend in the Watcher’s Council. It seems one of their seers has told them that you had been turned to evil.”
He paused for a second, then added, “They’ve sent a team to terminate you.”
“Me? Evil?” Wroth smirked for a moment, then asked, “So what’s the what?”“Well, for your mother’s safety, I think you should move to another location.”
“My mother,” Wroth muttered as she looked toward the door. “Yeah.”“Unfortunately, they will be watching me and they know about Angel. They would also know about Xander and Willow, so their homes would be out of the question as well.”
“I guess I need to stay out of sight until they’re gone?”“That would be best. We will have to find a way to explain this to the school and your mother.”
Wroth covered the receiver for a moment as she chuckled. “Well, I’m sure we’ll come up with something,” she finally said.“Good, now you should be going,”
Giles insisted. “Contact me in a week and we’ll go from there.”
“Right. A week, got it.” The smirk grew. “Talk to you in a week, Giles.” She hung up the phone then laughed. “Time to lay low? I know just the place.”
Giles hung up the phone and sighed. “This had better bloody work.”