Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or the movie series "Star Wars".
Xander slowly opened his eyes. He stretched languidly and let his eyes adjust to the dim light in his room. Wait a minute... dim light?
His window faced to the east. Bright sunshine should have shone in by now.
Xander sprung up off the bed and looked around, instantly tense, alarmed and ready to fight or flight.
Beige. Beige, rounded walls, beige furniture, beige everything as far as he could look.
He snooped around the small room carefully, analyzing the situation. As he found a ... sort of cupboard, he realized that he was, well, completely
naked and chose some random - beige - garments. They - or rather their kind - looked vaguely familiar but strange.
Xander shrugged, then again in levels of strangeness nothing could ever top Clem's freaky bathrobes. He shuddered at the memory.
He figured out how the shoes he had found in side the cupboard were supposed to be worn and tied and turned his attention towards the room's door.
Closed and locked or open?
Xander let himself out of the room and stealthily walked along the hallway that was apparently connected to the room. Three other doorways were in it. He opened one carefully.
Another bedroom, almost similar to the one he woke up in, just with a considerably bigger sized bed.
He opened the next door to the right, it lead to the outsides.
And, apparently... he was in a - Xander turned completely around on his heels twice - in a big, really bid, wide desert
He reentered the house.
He'll deal with the desert... later, right now doors seemed much more... sane.
Xander opened the last door. A bathroom of sorts was behind it. A bathroom unlike all other bathrooms he'd ever seen. Any sort of plumbing seemed to be missing and was that sand over there? Right, desert. Not thinking about that.
He looked up and into the one small mirror that hung on one wall.
He stopped to move.
His reflection in the mirror... flickered. Switched back and forth between two different faces.
Xander wore a dumbfounded expression on both his faces. Both familiar
When he finally, after several very long minutes, regained back the control over his voice the words he spoke were whispered and stretched widely.
"Oooh, damn. I am Luke fucking Skywalker