A Slayerette's Slide
A Slayerette’s Slide
Author – Blackguard (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Rating – PG-13 (Rating may change later in fic)
Pairings- eventually will be X/Wade
Crossover – Mainly Sliders with a few others thrown in.
Summary – Four people in Sunnydale end up in trouble, when Xander goes to help he ends up departing on the biggest adventure of his life.
A/N – This is a crossover with the Sci fi show Sliders, mainly because I have never seen one of these done before.
Disclaimer – I don’t own Buffy, Sliders, or anything else that appears in this fic
Spoilers – Slight season 3 for Buffy, for Sliders shortly after they pick up Maggie.
Special thanks to my Beta reader for coming up with the title.
Xander was feeling pretty good as he walked down the halls of Sunnydale high towards the library, he had stopped O’Toole and his zombie buddies from blowing up the high school and permanently opening the Hellmouth, and he was no longer letting Cordelia’s insults get to him.
‘Yup life is good,’ Xander thought as he walked into the library and spotted Buffy and Willow at the table. “Hey girls, what’s up?” Xander asked as he walked over to the table.
“Xander, what are you doing here?” Buffy asked with anger in her voice as she stood up and walked over to Xander.
“Asking what’s up,” Xander replied, slightly confused.
“We told you we don’t want you helping anymore,” Buffy said in anger.
“But...” Xander started to reply when Willow cut him off.
“No buts Xander, this is for your own good,” The red head said to him.
“Get out of here,” Buffy told the young man as she pointed to the doors.
“But I can help,” Xander replied, tempted to tell them about what happened the pervious night.
“Like the way you helped with Angelus,” Buffy replied with venom in her voice.
“How could you lie to Buffy like that Xander, where you that jealous of her and Angel?” Willow asked, anger clearly audible in her voice.
“Jealously had nothing too do with it,” Xander replied, trying to stay calm.
“You expect us to believe that?” Buffy asked with disgust in her voice.
“Everybody knows that you’re in love with Buffy,” Willow said.
“What! I got over that ages ago!” Xander responded in his defense.
“Then why did you have me kill Angel?” Buffy asked, barley holding in her rage.
“I did what needed too be done, need I remind you that he tortured Giles, killed Jenny and countless other people all because you where acting like a lovesick school girl and refused too stake him.” Xander replied while trying to keep calm.
“How dare you say that you bastard!” Buffy screamed as she ran forward and grabbed hold of Xander’s arm. The small blond slayer then picked up the young man and threw him through the library doors and into a group of lockers on the other side of the hall.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away from here,” Buffy told him in a cold voice as she turned and walked away with Willow right behind her. “Your lucky I don’t kill you,” the blond slayer added as an afterthought.
Xander slowly pulled himself to his feet and walked to the parking lot where his car was. Upon reaching his car he pulled himself in and fell onto the seat.
‘Life isn’t so good,’ Xander thought to himself as he started the car and drove home.
A few hours later night had fallen and Xander was sitting on his bed deep in thought.
‘They don’t want my help, fine. Looks like I’m taking matters into my own hands,’ Xander thought as he got off his bed and walked down to his basement and started to pull some boxes off of various shelves.
The young man then opened the first box in front of him and pulled out a crossbow that he had been building for the past month and had just recently finished. The weapon was specially designed to hold cartridges that contained four bolts apiece.
Next he opened a long rectangular box that contained a Katana he had gotten off a dead demon. Xander attached the Japanese sword to his belt and picked up the crossbow before grabbing his last piece of equipment, a set of brass knuckles with three crosses engraved on the surface.
After Xander was fully geared up he walked out of his house and began to walk towards the nearest cemetery for his solo patrol.
‘All right, this is my first time on patrol alone so I have to take it easy,’ Xander silently thought as he cautiously walked through the graveyard, alert for danger of any type.
An hour later, after staking three vampires, Xander decided to head for home and call it night, he was close to the exit of the graveyard when he saw a weird blue light and heard several people yelling from one of the nearby mausoleums.
‘What the hell is that?’ Xander wondered as he loaded a new cartridge into his crossbow and slowly made his way over the old structure.
As Xander was walking over he saw that he wasn’t the only one that noticed the light and yelling. Five vampires where walking over to the old mausoleum, knowing that he was outmatched Xander quickly dove into some nearby bushes until the vampires had walked through the door.
Seconds later several screams where heard from the old building the demons had entered.
“I think I better help,” Xander said out loud as he started running towards the mausoleum.
Upon entering the door Xander saw that the five vampires had four people cornered against the wall. Without a second thought the so-called Zeppo lifted his crossbow and fired a bolt into the heart of one of the vampires quickly reducing it to a pile of ash.
The other four vampires, after seeing there comrade turn to dust, turned around and saw a young human with a crossbow quickly readying it for another shot. The four undead quickly charged the young man but Xander was able too fire his weapon again, turning another of the demons into dust.
Before Xander had a chance to fire a third shot one of the remaining vampires knocked the weapon out of his hand and then lifted him up by his collar.
“You killed to of my childe,” The undead creature said in anger.
“I guess I did,” Xander responded, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
“You shall take their place,” The vampire said, moving in to bite him.
Before the vampire got a chance to sink his fangs into Xander it felt a sharp pain in it’s back and seconds later, crumbled to dust. The two remaining vampires then turned to look at the person that dusted their leader and saw that a young man with brown hair had picked up the crossbow and was quickly getting it ready to fire again.
Using the distraction to his advantage Xander quickly pulled out his Katana and severed the head of one of the vampires while the brown haired guy fired the last bolt into the remaining undead’s heart.
“You ok?” the guy asked as he walked over to Xander and gave him back the crossbow.
“Yeah, thanks for the help,” Xander replied as he took back the weapon and quickly loaded another cartridge.
“What where those things?” a tall, dark skinned man asked.
“Those where vampires,” Xander replied as he sheathed his Katana.
“Vampires?” a red haired girl asked in wonder.
“Vampires,” Xander replied.
“I believe it,” the brown haired guy replied.
“You do?” Xander asked.
“We’ve seen weirder,” the guy responded.
“Ok, you think I could get your names?” Xander asked, still a little confused.
“Oh right, I’m Quinn Mallory,” the brown haired guy said, “And that is Rembrandt Brown,” he said, pointing at the dark skinned man. “The red head is Wade Wells, and the brunette is Maggie Beckett,” Quinn finished.
“And you are?” Maggie asked, slightly suspicious.
“Alexander Harris, but you can call me Xander,” Xander answered.
“Well Xander, wanna tell us where we are?” Wade asked in a kind voice.
“You’re in a mausoleum,” Xander replied with a grin.
“I think she meant what city,” Quinn replied.
“Sunnydale California,” Xander answered.
“Never heard of any Sunnydale,” Rembrandt told the young man.
“Not to many people have,” Xander replied as he walked out of the mausoleum.
“Exactly were in California is Sunnydale?” Quinn asked.
“Couple miles South of L.A. How exactly did you get into that mausoleum?” Xander asked the group.
“We walked in,” Maggie responded.
“Right, then what was up with that blue light I saw?” Xander asked, while looking over the group.
“Uh, we where performing an experiment,” Quinn replied hoping that the young man in front of him would buy the excuse.
“How dumb do you think I am?” Xander asked the group in front of him. “We where doing an experiment, yeah right, I may not be the smartest guy around but I am smart enough to know that an experiment requires equipment, which you have non of. Also to make that excuse believable you would’ve known that you where in Sunnydale, which you didn't,” Xander finished, waiting too see what the group would come up with next.
“Alright we’ll tell you the truth, but do you have someplace more private, and a little bit safer were we could talk?” Quinn asked.
“Sure, my place isn’t to far, let’s go” Xander answered while heading in the direction of his house.
The four people stared at each other for a second before following the vampire hunter out of the cemetery.
Forty minutes later the group of five had arrived at Xander’s house were the whole story of how Quinn and his friends where from a parallel Earth. How Maggie’s world was destroyed by rogue pulsar and finally that they where chasing a man named Rickman who had too survive by injecting the brain tissue of other people into his brain.
“So that’s the whole story,” Quinn said to Xander, who had a neutral expression on his face.
“So how long until your next slide?” Xander asked the group.
“You’re saying you believe us?” Rembrandt asked in disbelief.
“Rembrandt, my high school is on top of a Hellmouth, I have seen a lot of shit over the years. Hell I dated a soul sucking mummy, you’ll find that there is very little I don’t believe,” Xander replied with a grin.
“Soul sucking mummy,” Wade said in a confused tone.
“Don’t ask,” Xander replied, which earned a laugh from the group.
“Well, we slide in a little less than a day,” Quinn said as he looked at the red numbers on the timer. “Know any good hotels in the area?” the young scientist asked.
“Nope, but you’re welcome to crash here if you want,” Xander replied.
“We don’t want to impose...” Maggie began to reply but was cut off before she could finish.
“You’re not imposing, and besides, it would be safer here than in a motel,” Xander said as he opened his refrigerator and pulled out an apple. “Any of you hungry?” he asked and the group and reviced no’s from them all.
“What do you mean safer?” Rembrandt asked.
“Hotels, motels and things like that are public accommodations so vampires can enter them whenever they want, unlike houses or apartments which are private places so vampires can’t enter without an invite from someone that lives there,” Xander explained as he sat back down at the table.
“Well since you put it that way, we’ll stay,” Quinn responded.
“Cool, there’s only one other room besides mine which is my parents but they are spending the next two weeks in Vegas so someone can use that, I also have several very comfortable couches,” Xander told the group of sliders.
“That will do just fine,” Quinn said.
“Cool, now I would love to spend more time talking too you but I have school tomorrow so I am gonna hit the hay, you’re welcome too anything in the fridge and you can watch TV if you want, just try not to break anything,” Xander said as he rose from the table and walked out of the room.
“Night Xander,” Wade called out to Xander as he left.
“So can we really trust this guy?” Rembrandt asked the group once they where sure Xander was gone.
“Well, he hasn’t given us a reason not to trust him, and he did save our lives,” Quinn answered his friend.
“So we give him the benefit of the doubt?” Maggie asked.
“Yes,” Quinn replied.
“Alright, well I’m gonna see what type of TV this world has to offer,” Wade said as she stood up and walked into the living room and turned on the television.
The next morning Xander walked into the kitchen and saw the red haired girl, who he just remembered was named Wade, at the stove cooking what appeared to be eggs and bacon.
“Morning,” Wade called to him as he moved farther into the kitchen.
“Morning,” Xander replied. “What are you doing?” The young man then asked as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk.
“I’m cooking breakfast,” She replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I figured that, but why are you cooking breakfast?” Xander asked as he pulled a glass out of the cupboard and poured the milk into it before putting the carton back in the fridge.
“Why not,” The red head replied as she grabbed a plate and put some food on it before handing it to the young brunette.
“Touché,” Xander replied as he sat down and began eating.
“So what else besides vampires are around here?” Wade asked as she started to brew a pot of coffee.
“Oh the usual, demons, zombies, werewolves, and my least favorite, the giant bugs,” Xander answered as he quickly ate finished his food.
“Can’t wait to slide outta here,” the red head commented as Quinn walked into the room.
“Morning,” Quinn said as he sat down at the table.
“Hey Quinn, sleep well?” Wade asked as she handed him a plate of food.
“Yeah, those couches are a whole lot more comfortable then they look,” the young scientist replied as he began eating.
“Told you,” Xander said as he stood up and grabbed his bag off the floor. “I got to get to school, you’re welcome to do whatever, just be sure too get indoors before sundown,” Xander told the two as he walked out the front door and to his car.
“So what do you wanna do today?” Quinn asked as Rembrandt and Maggie walked into the room.
“Well, I vote we find something relaxing,” Maggie replied as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Well, there’s probably a mall around here somewhere,” Wade said as she too sat down to eat.
“I don’t know about you but I vote we just spend the day lying around here, this is the first word we’ve been to in while were there’s nothing trying to kill us, take our brains, or enslave us,” Rembrandt said as he started eating.
“I second that,” Quinn said between mouthfuls of egg.
Xander was feeling pretty glum as he walked down the halls of Sunnydale high. When he first arrived at school he immediately went to track down Buffy and Willow in the hopes that they could reconcile their friendship, but all he got for his trouble was being thrown out of the library again.
‘This really sucks,” Xander thought as he walked into his last class of the day which thankfully he didn’t share with Buffy or Willow seeing as he had gotten tired of the death glares they had been giving him all day.
Soon the bell announcing the end of school had rung and Xander quickly headed for his car and home. A few minutes later Xander was parking his car in his driveway and parking it.
As the young man walked in his front door he could tell that the group of sliders was still in his house judging by the sounds of his television from the next room.
“Hello!,” Xander called out as he walked into the living room.
“Hey,” Quinn responded, looking up from the book he was reading.
Looking around the room Xander saw that only Quinn and Rembrandt were there, Maggie and Wade seemed to be missing.
“Were are Maggie and Wade,” Xander asked as he sat in the chair next to Quinn.
“They said something about going shopping,” Rembrandt told the young man.
“Well, they better get back before nightfall,” Quinn said while closing the book and turning to Xander. “So, how many people know about demons and vampires on this world?” Quinn asked.
“Don’t know exactly off hand, but I don’t think that many people outside of the Watchers Council know,” Xander answered.
“What is the Watchers Council?” Rembrandt asked, turning off the TV and joining the conversation.
“They are a group of stuffy British men that watch over the and try to control the Slayer, and before you ask, the Slayer is a human girl that is gifted with super powers to fight vampires and other evil things,” the young hunter told the duo of interdimensional travelers.
“Do you know the slayer?” Quinn asked in fascination.
“Yeah, she threw me head first into a wall of lockers two times already,” Xander replied with a little bit of venom in his voice.
“Why would she do that?” Rembrandt asked.
“Long story I don’t feel like getting into,” Xander replied as he grabbed the remote from the singers hands and turned the TV back on.
It was nearly nightfall when Maggie and Wade walked into the house with their arms full of shopping bags.
“Hey guys,” Wade called as she set her bags down on Xander’s kitchen table.
“What’s all this?” Quinn asked, looking into some of the bags.
“Well, we got some clothes, jewelry, shoes, and some hair stuff,” Wade told the group.
“You do realize that we can’t take all that stuff with us when we slide,” Quinn told his long time friend.
“Yes we can,” Wade said back.
“How do you propose we do that?” Quinn asked.
Wade simply grinned before pulling a decent sized travel bag out of one of the shopping bags and began putting all the stuff in it. A few minutes later everything was packed into the bag.
“Told you we could,” Wade said with a grin.
“Alright, just don’t be mad when we lose that bag in a slide or two.” Quinn responded with his own grin as he went back to the book he was reading.
“Well I would love to stay and talk with you guys, but I gotta go patrol for vamps,” Xander said as he walked over to the hall closet and pulled out his crossbow and katana and strapped them on.
“Be careful,” Wade called out to him as he walked out his front door.
“I will, and I’ll try and make it back before you slide,” the brunette called back as he closed the door.
“You think he’ll be ok?” Maggie asked.
“I’ll think he’ll be fine, Xander seems to be very resourceful,” Quinn said as he closed the book and pulled out the timer. “Forty-three minutes till we slider,” Quinn said to the group.
Xander was in deep thought as he slowly made his way through the graveyard looking for the undead citizens of town. He had already staked two vampires and hoping to make it three before he went home to say goodbye to his new friends.
It wasn’t long before Xander was able make out several different voices from a small patch of trees up ahead of him. Quickly checking the clip in his crossbow and seeing that there was only one bolt left, he quickly swapped it for a fresh one then began to walk forward slowly. Upon reaching the small area Xander was able to make out several demons there.
“So what are we doing here?” one of the demons asked, a tall one covered in dark green scales with long claws on each finger.
“The mayor wants us too capture a group of people that appeared in town last night,” another demon of the same species answered.
“He thinks that they may be powerful sorcerers because they arrived by some sort of portal,” a third demon spoke up, this on yellow and covered head to toe in slime.
“Where are they?” the first demon asked.
“1892 Chester Street,” the second one answered.
Xander didn’t wait any longer after hearing the address to his house. He quickly turned and began to sprint back to his home hoping to warn the group of sliders before the demons got hold of them.
Inside the Harris household Rembrandt and Wade where arguing about what to watch until the timer hit zero, which was in a little under ten minutes. Quinn and Maggie where in the kitchen getting a quick snack before there slide when Xander broke through the front door out of breath, and extremely tired.
“You guys gotta run, demons coming, after you,” Xander managed to say between gasps of air.
“What?” Calm down and say that again,” Maggie told the tired young man in front of her.
“There’s a group of demons coming here to get you because they think that you are wizards or something,” Xander said as he closed the front door and began piling stuff in front of it.
“What!” Quinn yelled out as he began helping Xander pile things in front of the door. “How did they know we where here?”
“I don’t know, but we gotta get you guys to safety and fast,” Xander said as he ran to his back door with the group of sliders close behind. “C’mon you can go out the back door,” Xander said as he opened said door and quickly closed it again. “Shit!”
“What is it?” Rembrandt asked.
“Vampires and lots of them,” Xander replied as a pounding then came from his front door.
“This can’t be good,” Quinn said as the pounding increased.
“What do we do?” Wade asked, trying to stay calm.
“Get in the basement,” Xander said as he opened the basement door. “I’ll try and buy you some time until you slide,” he continued as he readied his crossbow.
“Thank you,” Quinn said as he ran down the stairs.
“Are you gonna be ok?” Wade asked, worry evident in her voice.
“I’ll be fine,” Xander answered as he ushered the rest of them through the door. “I hope,” he mumbled as he closed the door just as the front door burst open.
Xander wasted no time by quickly firing the first bolt into one of the chest of one of the demons, which only served to anger it as it screamed and ran forward. The young hunter didn’t have time to react as the demons fist collided with his face.
“How much time do we have left Q-ball?” Rembrandt asked the young scientist.
“One minute,” Quinn responded after checking the numbers on the timer.
“This is gonna be the longest minute ever,” Wade said as they heard the demonic scream above them.
Too slowly for the group if sliders to feel comfortable the seconds ticked away. When only ten seconds remained before the slide a crash was heard above them as the basement door broke open and an unconscious Xander fell down the stairs.
“It’s time!” Quinn yelled as he opened the vortex.
“We can’t leave him here, those demons will kill him!” Maggie yelled as the first demon began trying to push his large body through the small doorframe.
“Grab him, quick!” Quinn yelled back.
Wade and Rembrandt quickly picked up the fallen warrior and quickly ran through the portal, followed closely by Maggie and Quinn.
Xander was slowly returning to consciousness, the first thing that he was aware of was the immense pain he could feel; the second was that he was on something soft. Slowly opening his eyes the young man saw that he was not in his room.
“Hey, you’re finally awake,” A voice said to him.
Turning Xander saw that Wade was sitting in a chair next to the bed he was on.
“How you feeling?” the red haired woman asked.
“Like someone took a sledge hammer to my head, what happened?” Xander asked as he slowly sat up.
“You don’t remember?” Wade asked.
“The last thing I remember was having my head introduced to a demons fist,” Xander answered.
“Well, you came crashing through your basement door and fell down the stairs, you’re lucky you didn’t break anything,” Wade told the young man as she handed him a glass of water and aspirin.
“Where am I?” Xander asked after downing the water and painkillers.
“The Chandler Hotel,” Wade answered in a timid voice.
“How did I get here?”
“We had too bring you with us when we slid,” was the answer.