Title: Never Never Land 2/?
Author: Blue Gold
Pairings: Spike/Xander, Clark/Lex, Dick/Bruce, Ares/Joxer, Cupid/Strife, etc…
Fandoms: Multi Centered in Buffyverse w/ support from Ultimate Spiderman, DC, Smallville, Xena/Hercules, Ultimate X-Men and a few surprises along the way,
Summary: Xander wakes in a strange place where superhero’s and gods are real, and they all have been captured. For what and by whom has yet to be discovered.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Author’s Note: For the crossover challenge that can be found here http://brain-insane.com/beyond/contest2006.php
Willow stared at the vampire at her side and frowned. Spike was pacing agitated and if it wasn’t for his chip and the fact that she was sure, he wouldn’t hurt her for Xander’s sake if nothing else she may have been worried.
Spike had dragged her into the basement of the magic shop claiming he needed something to clear a nest of roach like demons from his crypt ant that it was a two person spell and now she was a hearing this.
“Of course that’s Xander…” She began finally interrupting the tirade Spike had been on for the past few minutes.
“Red, that out there is an imitation.”
“How are you so sure?”
“He smells off.”
“Remember when Buffy came back? And she wasn’t quite right? She was smelling like daisy’s in comparison,”
“But he acts the same, looks the same, even eats the same.”
“He’s wrong Red, last night…he tied me up.”
“Spike, I know you guys love each other, but I really don’t want the details,” Willow said scrunching up her face,
“No, I didn’t think he had the kink in him but who was I to turn down a good shag. But he just tied me up and went to sleep. Like I was the Big Bad shackled up in his basement.”
“Xander wouldn’t do that.”
“My point exactly Red. All I want you to do is cast a true face. If he is Xander nothing will happen and it is not a spell that can backfire.”
“How do you even know about that spell?”
“Unlike tall dark and broody, I did more in my years then kill and mope. I’ve read some,” Spike said pulling a satchel from inside his duster. “It’s the good stuff, picked in the moonlight.”
Willow peered into the satchel and gasped, there was the plant sacred to her goddess, And to top it off, tonight was the Ebony Moon. The night of the Goddess’ appearance, she smiled at Spike, It would barely take a sliver of this for the spell and she could keep the rest.
“I’ll do it now, research should take a bit longer.”
“Right, Red as I have the volume with the little nasty right here,” Spike said patting the book that was in the other side of his duster.
Spike sat and watched as Willow prepared the spell casually correcting her few minor mistakes. One of which, which would have cast the spell on the whole town which would be a dangerous with so many demons with human faces and lives running around. But no where near the level of danger that she usually caused with her mistakes.
Smiling she began the spell. She had just finished feeling the surge of power when shouts could be heard from upstairs. Spike took the stairs two at a time and entered the room. Giles looked the same, Dawn looked the same short of the fact that she looked she had swallowed a few dozen light bulbs. Buffy, reminded him somewhat of the She Hulk without the green skin but was other wise the same. Xander had his back to Spike so he did not know what caused the uproar until the thing turned.
Xander had no face, No features…he was a regular Faceless Man. Spike was the first to spring into action; he hit the fake hard and fast. The vampire quickly subdued the fake but did not try and kill it.
He quickly tied it to a chair as Giles was the first to come out of his stupor. “Spike what on earth are you doing, that is the man you claim to love that you just knocked unconscious and just bound and gagged.”
Spike looked at the watcher stunned he could be so dimwitted. “Then how did I hit him?” Spike asked and to prove his point swung wide to the watcher who easily dogged the move as it set off Spike’s chip.
Giles glanced at the vampire who was still holding his head panting and pulled off his glasses and wiped them clean. “Oh dear.”
“Some bloody watcher,”
“Spike, how did you know?”
“Spike,” the whimpering voice drew his attention much quicker then the slayer.
“Where’s Xander?” Spike was across the magic shop hugging Dawn tightly. “I mean if that’s not him…what if some demon got to him?”
“Then we will just have to get him back now won’t we?”
“Red,” Spike began not even glancing up at the witch, “Locate spell. Me and the Slayer are going to go hit a few things.”
‘Spike I don’t think you are the one to be giving orders,” Giles began.
“And if I had left it to you lot, you would still think that’s bloody Xander, Be useful and interrogate the bugger, I’m sure the vengeance demon can help you if you can’t bring yourself to be ripper.”
When Spike and Buffy returned they were walking and arguing as they entered the magic shop. Dawn was on them in seconds.
“Did you find anything?”
“Nothing, I even spoke to a Rarrg Demon.”
“Spoke? You rammed his head into a wall,” Buffy said.
“What do you know about a Rarrg demon?”
“He looked like a giant care bear.”
“Until he peels off his skin and starts to attack you with his poisonous spindles. They only speak one language.”
“Did you learn anything?” Giles asked entering from the side room wiping his glasses.
“Worse than bloody . Dru Rarrg Demons are. The roads are bleeding, the paths are broken, the goddess is playing, mother will hunt, the god is weeping. Even Dru made more sense,”
“What?” Buffy asked confused.
“Weren’t you paying attention? They are seer demons, you hit them they see. What did the fake say?”
“He is a perfect pawn. He knows he isn’t Xander but he knows little else. From what I can gather he was taught to be Xander from someone who did not know of your relationship.”
“Even the bloody Poof knows. Red?”
“He’s either shielded on not on this plane,” Willow stated as she mixed items with a pestle.
“Bloody wonderful!” Spike snarled punching a pillar. Spike was about to enter the back room and beat the puppet bloody as Giles liked to call it when arms wrapped around him.
Glancing back he returned Dawn’s hug. “We’ll find him. The moon’s not going to be out forever Red.”
Willow nodded as she added another sliver of the plant. Then began the prayer with a blessing to her goddess.
“Hail Mother Hecate Queen of the Cross roads
Mother of us all
Guardian of the Power
In the light of the Ebony Moon
I invoke thee
I Call on you to strengthen my work this night
Maiden Mother Crone
We are All your own”
Smoke began to rise from the small cauldron and fill the magic shop. Getting thicker and fuller as the seconds past. “Red I don’t recall a smoke show being part of the spell.”
“I know! I don’t understand I triple checked the spell and the ingredient. Its just supposed to give a boost to all the magic I perform during the ebony moon. Calling the Goddess to myself.
“That you did precious,” A voice stated as the smoke seemed to center on the cauldron. “Well come now pick your tongues off the floor. You called I came what’s the big surprise?”
“In the flesh.”
“But what are you doing here.”
“Dear you are one of my most powerful worshippers you called I came. Short of some sisters in San Francisco, But that is a whole other ball of fun. Now let’s see what we can do to help hmm?’
“Look no offense but we haven’t had much help from Gods. We’d be better off without them,” Buffy stated.
Hecate frowned and looked at Buffy, feeling a horrible sense of Déjà vu. “You remind me of someone.”
“Who?” Dawn asked before ducking back behind Spike.
“Hercules,” Hecate said and it was clear by the tone of her voice it was not a good comparison. “Now then,” she said turning to Willow and taking a seat. Tell Aunt Hecate all about it. Be a dear and fetch some tea,” she said to Giles.
“Right,” Giles said and was halfway there before he even realized that he was obeying the orders of a woman who claimed to be the Greek Goddess Hecate.
Willow for her part had taken a route similar to that of Xander and was busy telling the facts of what happened to her goddess as Buffy paced angrily and Spike assessed the situation all the while keeping Dawn behind him remembering the last goddess’ interest in the girl.
“Now stop that you little Bacchus. I won’t hurt the little one. I do not need a key, when I can open all the doors. Let me see this little fake,” Hecate said holding out a hand to Spike. “Be a dear.”
The vampire helped her up, shaking his head as he helped her to stand. “Such a polite boy.” Spike arched a scarred brow and she patted his cheek. Opening the door she looked at the tied form and frowned.
“What?” Spike asked. Hecate shook her head and walked back out into the main room. Gathering her maroon skirts she took a seat on top of the table. Extending her power she broke into three forms. One with chin length black hair and rosy cheeks, the image that they had been seeing of an older woman with wavy black hair and lastly what could only be described as a distinguished senior. Her black hair was streaked with gray and her features partially lined.
“What’s going on?” Dawn whispered to Giles.