Re: Fic: Stormriders (1/1)

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--- In buffywantswillow@y..., "buffythebushkangaroo" 
<buffythebushkangaroo@y...> wrote:
>  
>  
> > Folks, you've got to stop trying to reassure 
> > Anne-Lise that we love her work and we want more. 
> > It never works. She'll never believe us.
> 
> You big meanie!
> 
> (You liked Enigma?)
> 
> > (Gee, I really hope this "reverse-psychology" thing works?)
> 
> *pout*
> 
> -- More StormRiders PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE. I am a devoted fan 
of the xmen and this looks like it could be one hell of a Buffy/Xmen 
crossover
> 
> "There's no records of her on the computer, you know, Professor. 
> Well, apart from the usual stuff... like school attendance records, 
> passport applications, and all that. Her grades are well above 
> average but nothing abnormal, except..." Jubilee frowned.
> "What is it, Jubilee?" Charles Xavier gave her a quizical look. He 
> was good at them.
> "There seems to be a whole boatload of strange activity in the 
area, 
> Professor. The local newspaper reads like a supermarket rag. 
Demons, 
> strange lights, destruction of property..."
> "Hmm. It certainly sounds like we need to pay her a visit," The 
> Professor agreed. "Willow Rosenberg..." he muttered. "What mutant 
> powers could you possibly possess..."
> 
> *
> 
> "We're about to come in for a landing, Ms. Monroe," the small 
> Japanese woman informed her. "Time to buckle up!"
> "Already Yukio? I thought we weren't due to arrive for at least 
> another hour." The White-haired, dark skinned woman stretched back 
in 
> her conformable chair and massaged her aching neck. "At least the 
> weather's behaving itself!"
> Yukio laughed. "The weather always behaves itself when you're 
> around," she teased.
> "We're comin' in fer a landing, darlin's!" The pilot called back 
> through the open cockpit door. The plane dropped groundwards at 
high 
> speed, slowing only at the last possible moment before landing 
> smoothly.
> "Well, ladies, here we are. Sunnydale!"
> "Where the hell'd you learn how to fly, Logan, Disneyland?" 
screamed 
> the white-haired woman.
> Wolverine unbuckled and shrugged. "Wha's the matter, darlin', 
can't 
> you keep up?"
> "Always!" Storm glared back at him, her eyes glowing 
white. "Always!"
> Logan grinned. "Anyway, don't blame me for the sudden landing. I 
> got yer skinny ass down in one piece, didn't I? We sorta hit 
> something."
> "We did?" Yukio's eyes widened.
> "Yeah. Some kinda energy field. Its makin' my skin tingle." 
> Wolverine stared into space. "Seems ter be comin' from over 
> thataway." He gestured with his hand, and an Adamantium claw 
extended 
> out still further with a 'snik'.
> Storm nodded. "Let's go!"
> 
> *
> 
> The attack came without warning, three of them. But that was just 
> fine 'n' dandy as far as Logan was concerned. He'd smelled them 
> coming from a few blocks away. The vampires tore into him with 
> preternatural strength and Logan simply laughed as he rolled with 
the 
> blows.
> "Yer gotta do better than that!" He cried as his claws rent strips 
> of flesh from the lead vampire. "I've got mutant healin' power," he 
> butted another vampire, driving its nose into its brain and leaving 
> it howling with pain on the floor. "An adamantium skeleton," he 
kneed 
> the last vampire in the crotch and revelled in the flush of 
> adrenalin. "And claws that can cut through steel!" The lead 
vampire, 
> bleeding from a multitude of flesh wounds, staggered backwards. 
Logan 
> closed in from the kill.
> "They seemed almost like Morlocks," Storm suggested when the 
> massacre came to an end.
> Wolverine shook his head. "These weren't mutants," he 
> muttered. "Muties don't turn into dust when you slash 'em ter bits."
> "Then what were they, Wolverine?" Yukio asked as she stepped from 
> behind Storm.
> Logan pulled a cigar from a pocket and slipped it into his 
> mouth. "Goddam vampires," he muttered.
> 
> *
> 
> Willow turned the TV off in disgust as Senator Kelly rambled on 
> about the rights of Man. 
> "Chauvenist prig," she summed up accurately as Buffy sauntered 
into 
> the room.
> Buffy came over and gave her a hug. "Hey you," she 
> greeted. "Special occassion!"
> "It is?" Willow frowned. It wasn't anyone's birthday that she knew 
> of.
> Buffy nodded. "One hundred days without intentional magic use!" 
she 
> yayed. Dawn peered around the doorway, and then came in with a 
small 
> cake.
> The cake was pitiful. It was really a muffin with a single candle 
> in it, but the thought meant everything to Willow.
> "Oh, you guys!"
> Buffy tousled Willow's hair, and then on impulse leaned over and 
> kissed her cheek. Willow gave her a slightly puzzled look as Buffy 
> stood up and backed off. Dawn didn't notice anything.
> "Right!" Buffy said, a little too quickly. "I'm off on patrol!"
> Willow stared after her. "'Bye..."
> 
> *
> 
> What had she been thinking? What...
> "The Slayer!" She stopped dead, right in the centre of the 
> graveyard. Even subconsciously her feet had brought her here.
> She turned. "Spike, I'm really not in the mood."
> "Who cares?" Spike grabbed her arms and pulled her close. Despite 
> herself, Buffy leaned into his caress and kissed him. She felt... 
> degraded.
> *snik*
> "What is it Logan?" Voices from behind her caused Buffy to break 
out 
> of the embrace and back off.
> "I smell... vampire!" A man burst out and charged Spike. No, not a 
> man, Buffy realised. Shiny claws extended beyond his fingers. Demon!
> 
> *
> 
> Nicholas Fury looked up from his plastiform desk. Fury's office 
> held an unparalleled view, set as it was on the bridge of the 
> S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, currently hovering far above Sunnydale.
> "So, what's our old pal Major Logan up to, Steve?" he asked as he 
> chewed on his Cuban cigar.
> Steve Rogers, once known as the hero Captain America but now a 
> weapons analyst for the Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage 
> Logistics Directorate, cleared his throat.
> "We've no idea, Nick. But he's right in the middle of the covert 
> test area Professor Walsh was assigned to."
> Fury chewed a moment longer in silence. "Think we ought to get 
> involved?" he queried. "I don't know what Logan's trying to dig up 
> here... But the Initiative is a whole can o' worms we don't want 
made 
> public..."
> Rogers shrugged. "I think we ought to keep tight surveillance. 
But 
> I think Logan'll discreet enough."
> Fury's laughter echoed out into the hallways.
> 
> *
> 
> Wolverine threw punches in a lethal dance with the Slayer, who'd 
> taken the brunt of the onslaught to protect Spike. If she'd had 
time 
> to introspect, maybe she wouldn't have bothered... But sometimes 
you 
> just had to pick a side.
> Buffy's kick connected with Wolverine's torso, throwing him 
> backwards into a granite headstone.
> "Nimble little minx, aintcha?" Logan complimented, shaking his 
head 
> to reduce the daze. "Yer gotta punch like Sabretooth."
> Buffy shrugged. "They're extinct," she said. "Like you soon will 
> be!" She somersaulted forward and aimed a savage kick at Logan's 
> face, which he deflected with a swipe of his arm. 
> "You don't smell like a vampire, girlie." He got to his feet and 
> sprang forward, spittle flying from his mouth. "So why're you 
> protectin' the likes of him?" He jerked his thumb at Spike, who was 
> nonchalantly trying to make an exit.
> "You're going nowhere, sugar!" Storm told Spike as she hovered a 
few 
> feet above the floor.
> The newcomer's voice distracted Buffy for a moment, which was 
> unfortunate as Wolverine's fist was then able to connect solidly to 
> her stomach in a lethal uppercut that sent her crumpling to the 
floor.
> Wolverine's nostrils flared momentarily. "She's not dead," he 
said, 
> surprised.
> "Takes more 'n that to take out the Slayer," Spike mumbled.
> "Yeah, well," Logan advanced on Spike. "Time to say goodnight, 
> pretty boy!"
> Wolverine's slash was parried by a hand that seemed to come from 
> nowhere, taking him by surprise.
> "Well, well. Logan! How nice to see you!" A woman Wolverine knew 
> well stood before him, her scent identifying her as clearly as the 
> adamantium claws that still held his own, now that the wind carried 
> her perfume to him. The reason he hadn't smelled her approach was 
now 
> obvious... a portal closed behind her. "I've been tracking you... 
> Biding my time," she claimed. "And now it seems I have allies in my 
> fight!"
> Spike stared. "Er, yeah. Yeah!" He strutted beside her. "Chums, 
we 
> are! Old pals! Er," he leaned closer to her and whispered, "Who the 
> hell *are* you?"
> Wolverine's sensitive ears picked up the question and filed it 
> away. They didn't know each other. Good. They wouldn't work as a 
> team, so he could probably take them... Except the damn girl was 
> waking up.
> "Storm?" He called out to Ororo Munroe.
> Storm turned her eerie gaze to Logan. "Yes, Wolverine?"
> "We're outta here."
> 
> *
> 
> Spike watched the walking tin-opener and the weather witch flee 
the 
> scene. His sensitive hearing also identified a third... demon? 
> running away with them.
> "So," he said, as buffy pulled herself to her feet. "Who are you, 
> lady?"
> The woman's eyes lingered on Buffy a moment. "Lady I am. My name 
is 
> Yuriko," she claimed. "But you may call me Lady DeathStrike."
> Buffy's mouth fell open as she stared at the woman's strange 
> outfit. She closed it self-consciously. "My hat's got a cow," she 
> muttered.
> 
> *
> 
> End Part 1.