Title: Chaotic Circumstances
Author: Joshua
Disclaimer: Yet another post-Halloween costume AU
BtVS crossover.
Summary: The gang, on a whim, dressed up as various
X-men, and Ethan's
was the only shop in town to boot so EVERYBODY
changed. Buffy, as a
joke, went as Cyclops, Willow as Jean Grey i.e.
Phoenix, Xander went
as Iceman, and Cordelia went as Rogue. And rather
than demons,
everybody else dressed up in hundreds of *OTHER*
costumes ranging from
books, movies, stereotypes ("Pirates", "Nurses",
"Army", "Strippers",
"Cops", etc, etc, etc) to animes, comics, and
historical figures.
Part Summary: OK, last time we left our intrepid,
burgeoning heroes
in the middle of a junkyard, the mind-controlled
pawns of a man that
had dressed as the Marvel Comics villain
"Gamesmaster" surrounding the
few that /could/ fight. Needless to say, things
looked pretty bleak.
Will they make it? And if they can defeat the
Gamesmaster, then what?
AN: I blame ziziggy123 author of "Sunnydale
Berserker" and Anime Ronin
author of "Of Scoobies and X-Men" for the
inspiration, if you want to
call it that, for this little piece of fanfiction.
Mostly it came
from Berserker in seeing how Buffy and the brand new
Xander aka
Wolverine were getting along and it struck me as
peculiar that
"Wolverine" just NEVER gets along with a person
named "Summers". Then
I started brainstorming 'What if' Buffy did dress up
as Cyclops, and
it became permanent the same way Xander dressing up
as Wolverine did?
Then I went further, and further, and further still
and came up with
all that follows. If you like, GREAT! If you
don't, <shrug> eh,
that's ok too.
AN2: I am always open to input, that is not pure
uneducated dribble
that is often referred to as "Flames" and usually
involve cursing.
Sometimes in numerous languages as well. But if you
have constructive
criticism, I always listen and try to reply to such,
and if you have
suggestions about where to go from here, those I
*REALLY* listen too
and enjoy and always reply back to.
Also, some minor, very minor but very definite, B/W
shipping
interspersed in this part.
E-mail/Reviews: the.evil.guy@xxxxxxxxxx and
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Story:
Battle Royale (Part 2)
Buffy, given a brief respite from her opponent,
stepped to the lead,
watching out of the corner of her eye as Iceman
helped Willow out of
her pile of junk, and the Cordettes helped Prime out
of his crater.
Everyone else gathered behind her, for some reason
automatically
deferring to her as leader in this circumstance.
Not that she wanted
to be the Leader or anything, she just wanted to
figure out what this
fighting was about, stop it, and then MAYBE sit down
and have the
difficult conversation of what to do with a town
full of super-powered
and supernatural people.
Things were so much simpler when it was just demons
and vampires, she
realized.
"You seem to have lost a couple of players
Gameboy," she snapped. "I
think we win."
"/Think again Slayer,/" came a couple of voices.
One came from the
Gamemaster's actual body, the other from the
possessed Psi-Lord.
"/This game isn't over by a long shot. Besides,
things are just
getting interesting. I plan to play this game to
its conclusion, and
beyond if I can./"
"Let go of him Gamesmaster," Willow tiredly
ordered, being supported
by Iceman, came up beside Buffy. "You can't keep
him prisoner
forever. And I won't let you pervert his body
anymore."
"/Oh, but thanks to you knocking him unconscious, I
can stay a while
yet. And your own mental defenses are beginning to
wane. It won't be
long before I have a whole new cadre of warriors and
pawns to play new
games with. I don't have to win, don't you see, I
just have to wear
you down until I can control each of you and catch
you like so many
pieces./"
"Like hell," Buffy hissed.
"I'm still fresh, I can take them," Cordelia
confidently replied.
"But not all of them," Iceman countered.
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Prime asked tiredly,
all of them
watching as the remainder of the Gamesmaster's
"pieces" converged on them.
"Not yet," Buffy answered. Taking another step
forward she held her
arms out, her hands formed into the shape of a
capital T, and shouted
as loud as her Slayer empowered lungs could, "TIME
OUT!"
And surprisingly, every one of the Gamesmaster's
forces froze where
they stood, metaphorically speaking.
"Whoa," several commented while Xander whispered to
Buffy, "How'd you
know that would work?"
"I didn't," she confided, drawing several shocked
reactions.
"So now what?" Willow demanded.
"Now . . . we improvise," the mutant Slayer
shrugged.
"You can only call a timeout to . . ." the
Gamesmaster started to
say, but Buffy interrupted him, first by getting his
attention with an
optic blast to the space a few scant inches from his
feet.
"We didn't agree to any of the rules, and you
neglected to inform us
of any, so if you want us to keep playing this game,
give us a few
minutes to talk why don't you!!" she shouted.
Seeing that she had him
off balance, she continued in that vain and gestured
to the others to
follow her back to the shack, which had temporarily
become their
headquarters in this unexpected battle.
"Much as I believe we /can/ win," she said once
they were close
enough, a few, but not all, of the others inside of
the shack coming
out to hear the pow-wow, "I don't want to risk
casualties. We need to
break Gamesmaster's control of the others, because
while those others
probably were only mildly coerced or bribed into
going along with
this, the ones like Robert and Fred out there /are/
being directly
manipulated by this guy. And he's serious about
that to-the-death