What Did You Do?
We can all blame Jinni for the fact that I have started another story. But she issued a challenge and this damn thing popped in my head.The challenge:
Last ____ Alive
A group of characters (some crossover, some just pure BtVS/AtS) find
themselves on a planet/in a dimension where they are the only ones. There is
food, water, a suitable atmosphere - but everything else is primitive.
No way home.
Let time explore how they survive, learn to cope, etc.
Do they get along or is it hard going? Did any of the 'pure characters' know
the 'crossover characters' before this happened? Or is it just fate bringing
a group of people together?
No more than 12 characters total. At least 2 characters should get together
in a believable way.Title:
What Did You Do?By:
PG (for now, may change laterSummary:
Willow does a spell to help in the fight against the first. The problem? Willow did a spell.....Disclaimer:
Brace yourself, there are quite a few... I don’t own BtVS that’s Joss Whedon, J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, whoever holds Tolkien’s rights owns LOTR, and David and Leigh Eddings own the rest that you’ll see.Spoilers:
Season Seven of Buffy (somewhere towards the end), GOF for HP (OOP never happened!), somewhere during the books for LOTR, the middle of The Tamuli for Sparhawk and Flute, and somewhere in the middle of the Mallorean for Garion and Belgarath.Note:
This includes characters not normally seen in these crossovers. If you still wish to read this story and you don’t know the characters just email me and I’ll tell you what you need to know. But I suggest you buy anything by David Eddings just because they are fabulous books to read......Note 2:
This wasn’t beta’d cause I’m not sure how well this will be received. I am planning on continuing, it will just be a slow process.
“Willow, are you sure that this spell is safe?” Buffy asked nervously as she watched the wicca arrange the candles in a specific order in a circle on the floor.
“Yes, Buffy. Besides, I’m not sure we have much of a choice. We’re going to need all the help we can get if we want to win this one,” the redhead answered as she placed the last candle.
“But this is a risky spell...” Buffy began.
“I’ll be ok,” Willow assured her as she sat inside the circle of lit candles.
“It’s not you we worry about,” Dawn muttered under her breath.
“You, ah, might want to stand back and have a weapon handy in case our guests attack first and ask questions later.”
“Gotcha.” Buffy opened her weapons chest and pulled out two swords. She handed one to Dawn as she stood next to her on the other side of the room.
“Well, here it goes,” Willow said with a nervous laugh. She closed her eyes to steady herself. When she opened them they were a black void and a wind began to whip around the Summers’ living room. A light began to build as Willow performed the spell.
“Let the chosen warriors of the light cross and meet!”
The light flashed effectively blinding them. When the girls could see again they had to blink their eyes several times to believe what they saw.
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” Dawn whispered as she looked around the beach to the lush rainforest behind them.
The great Pandion knight, Sparhawk, reigned in Faran, his horse, sharply. His calculating eyes took in the scene before him. “This isn’t Atan.”
“Of course it’s not, Sparhawk,” the small girl riding in front of him said with a roll of her eyes. “I can plainly see that.”
“Then where, Oh-Divine One, are we?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? You’re a goddess, Flute. You’re supposed to know everything.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t know everything? You’re the one in control of Bhelliom, so what did you do?”
The knight sighed. “I told it to take us to Atan.”
“Did your mind wander again?”
“No, it didn’t.” A noise behind them caught his attention. “There are some people over there, maybe they’ll know where we are.”
“Garion! What did you do?” An old man in shabby clothes bellowed as he and the young man with him made their way through the forest toward a clearing.
“I swear, grandfather, it wasn’t me!” The sandy haired young man answered.
“Torak’s Teeth! I didn’t do it and your Aunt Pol has better control than you do. And since it’s the two of us here then that leaves you.”
“I wouldn’t know where to start to try something like this,” Garion answered as they broke through the edge of the forest to reveal a beach. “Maybe they know something,” he suggested, pointing to a group gathered on the beach.
“Potter, I knew having you as a potions partner would mean trouble,” a teenager with white-blond hair grumbled. “I know you’re responsible for this.”
“Malfoy, how could a potion cause this?” A raven haired young man asked sourly.
“Sure. So it wasn’t a coincidence that when the potion exploded that we ended up here?”
“It was, Malfoy,” a young woman with them said. “After all, how could the exploded potion bring me here? I was on the other side of the room.”
“That’s it, Granger. Defend your little boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!”
“Where’s he going?” Malfoy asked, ignoring her outburst.
She looked to see the other member of their party walking away.
“To see who those people are,” he answered as he continued on his way.
“Estel, these trees don’t talk, and I have never seen their like before,” whispered a tall, slender man with long blond hair.
“I am afraid that that flash of light has transported us somewhere, but where I have no idea,” a scruffy looking man said. His keen eyes surveyed their surroundings.
“I hear voices from that direction, perhaps they may shed some light on our predicament.”
Buffy warily eyed the people approaching them. Most of them were armed and dressed in odd clothing. They were all men except for one teenage girl and a young girl of about six. None of them seemed to be looking for a fight, but they all looked confused.
“Willow, what did you do?” The slayer whispered.