Title: Fanboys are Everywhere. Even…(1/?)
Author: Ed Scott
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners... none of
who are me.
Summary: YARTF. As Xander was leaving his new job in Oxnard, he meets some people from out of town who have the same interests as he does.
Warning: Crossovers (Of course. All Sci Fi)
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Xander had finished his shift of washing dishes at the Fabulous Ladies’ Night Club. There were two dishwashers, and since he was new, was low man on the totem pole. His “boss” was conned into stripping when a dancer broke his ankle. As he was walking back to his hotel room, Xander had a smile on his face. He was glad he didn’t have to take his clothes off in front of all those screaming women.
As Xander turned the corner to his hotel, a man about 20 years old with black hair and wearing a blue business suit and glasses was standing there looking right at him. Xander sensed danger and carefully palmed his stake from his sleeve. When the young man made no move to get out of Xander’s way, he stopped walking. Xander noticed something strange on his shirt. It looked like a replica comm badge you might get at a Star Trek convention.
“Excuse me. Are you Xander Harris? From Sunnydale?”
This made Xander really nervous. He had never seen this guy before and this stranger knew who he was and where he was from.
“And if I am?”
“Are you Xander Harris?” This guy was creeping Xander out and getting on his nerves.
“Yes.” ‘I hope this guy doesn’t start any trouble.’ The guy tapped his comm badge.
“Bruce. Two to beam up.”
“OK, fella. Jokes…” Just then he heard a sound he had heard on many occasions. Suddenly, he was no longer in Oxnard. But on a spaceship. Looking at another 20 year old guy with black hair.
“Over? Where the hell am I?”
“Currently you are in Transporter Room One. The ship you are on is orbiting behind your moon. I’m Bruce and that there is Clark.”
Xander looked around. This transporter room looked like the one on Star Trek The Next Generation. The guy Bruce was smiling at him. It was unnerving.
“I bet you’re wondering why this looks so familiar.”
“Yes. Among other things.”
“Follow us. We’ll explain everything on the bridge. I’m sure you know the way.” Xander followed Bruce and Clark in a ship he and every fan or fanboy of Star Trek would know. He was on the freaking Enterprise. Picard’s Enterprise to be specific. How did this happen? This is 25th Century technology. There is no way any human could have made this.
These questions were just the start of what was on Xander’s mind when he entered the turbo lift. He would have thought of more, but the lift stopped at the bridge. For some reason, he was not as surprised at seeing the command deck as he was when he saw the transporter room. In the room were five more people. Three men and two women. Two very attractive women.
“Hey gang! I found him.” Clark walked over to his friends. “This is Xander Harris from Sunnydale, California. I think he might answer some questions we have about his hometown. Remember what his psyche file said. He’s loyal to his friends, so he won’t give us specifics, just generalities.”
Clark turned his head to look at Xander.
“I suppose introductions are in order. The woman sitting where Commander Riker would sit is Diana. The guy sitting in Counselor Troi’s seat is John. The two red heads sitting in Data’s and Wesley’s chairs are Wally and Sherry. And at tactical is Jones.”
Xander immediately picked up on the group name. Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, John Stewart, Wally West, Diana Prince, Shayera Hol and J’onn Jonzz. While the guy named Clark did look somewhat like the Clark Kent on the cartoon, the other guys didn’t. Bruce was too thin, Wally too tall, John too short and white and J’onn was too buff. Diana and Shayera were almost exact copies of their comic book characters. Xander decided to go along with the joke.
“OK. What do the Justice League want with me and why am I not on the Watchtower?”