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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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19,360
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33
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Guns, soldiers, and fighting
Title: Guns, soldiers, and fighting
Author: Moonkat
Fandom: Doom/BTVS
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all! All characters belong to their respective owners.
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“Reaper?!”
“Destroyer?”
Reaper wasn’t sure if he should say hugging was inappropriate for soldiers to participate in when in the middle of a battle field. Even a one-armed hug. But he didn’t really want to say anything, what with his nose against a couple of pin grenades and a gun barrel by his ear. After patting him on the back Destroyer released him. “We thought you were dead. Come on.”
Destroyer lead him to a hall filled with civilians and Sam. “John!!” She yelled as she jumped at him. He caught her mid jump and held her close. She was ok. Some tension leaked out of him. She was ok.
But the others were as tense as bow strings. “What is it?” Reaper asked in a low voice.
Duke frowned. “Sarge!” He spat like the name was the worst cuss word around. “He tried gunning us all down. If it wasn’t for your smart and lovely sister and the vents, we’d be dead.”
There was a large vent open and three or four children hiding in it. Reaper smiled at Sam. “Good idea Sam. Was anyone hurt?”
“No, we all got out just in time.” Said Sam as she looked her brother over for injury. “This is amazing! You have absolutely no wounds! Even the old ones--”
“Shhhh!” Reaper gestured for silence.
Cocking his head to the side Reaper heard familiar foot steps coming their way. “Team, I need you all to stay and protect the civilians. I’ll deal with Sarge. Stay hidden for a while, there are still two minutes till the lock down is over.”
Reaper didn’t give the others time to argue. He was a running down the hall before they could make a peep, just a colorful blur to their eyes.
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Reaper halted in the next hall. There was Sarge standing there, wrapped in his strength and confidence. His head was tipped to the side and his famous cocky smirk was adorned his face. His big ass’d gun was slung over one shoulder and he held another gun pointed at the floor. He gave off that same old air of aloofness and power he always had in front of the men, Reaper used to derive strength in his presence, but now all he felt was unease. He no longer saw the man as the friend he once was.
Reaper glared at Sarge.
“Knew you’d be alright Reaper.”
Reaper shrugged.
“I’m hard to kill.” With that said Reaper attacked. The sound of gun fire and ricochet bullets echoed through the hallway.
*****
By the elevator a body shuddered, shifted, eyes fluttering like one would during a dream. Then stilled. Stilled like the dead.
*****
Hidden in the vents Victoria hugged her mother tight as gun fire could be heard. She didn’t want to die. She was supposed to get married!! And eat cookies with her to be husband! And buy puppies! Lots of puppies!!! Twisting one hand around her pink beads and the other in her mother’s blood-covered jacket, Victoria whimpered.
Everyone could hear gun fire and fighting going on. On the other side of the hidey hole another little girl was bouncing on her daddy’s lap. She was silently counting gun shots and kept asking Kid or Duke about their weapons.
Near the survivors the soldiers shifted. Guns were at ready and bodies tense. They were ready for a fight. Turning on his com. Duke tried to reach Xander, but had little success. It was just static on the other end. “We need to go to the elevator. Xan should have been back by now.”
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Dodging a blast from the big gun Reaper landed on the floor among a lot of rubble. Bouncing up to his feet with grace Reaper cursed as he watched Sarge’s shadow disappear down the hall toward the Ark chamber.
Silently Reaper entered the Ark chamber, it was dark and lights would flicker every now and then. There were only a few bullets left in his gun and very little time before the lock down was over. Every once in a while a shadow would flash by him, Sarge was moving with the same inhuman speed Reaper now possessed.
Silently stalking around the room Reaper slipped into the shadow. When Sarge appeared in the light with a slab of metal, Reaper fired, missing the man but shooting the potential weapon out of his hands. The cat and mouse hide and seek went on for another long minute, then they were facing each other. Both had the speed, agility, and the knowledge to do harm, it all came down to will’s. Who could hit who first, draw the most blood, kick the most ass.
Using his newly found super speed Reaper punched Sarge in the face then elbowed him in the back as Sarge tried to tackle him. Sarge rubbed his jaw then smirked.
“Is that all you got for me, Reaper?” He gave a bloody grin then kicked out Reaper’s feet from under him. While he fell Reaper grabbed Sarge’s fatigue’s and pulled the man to the ground, then bashing his head against the concrete as they fell. Rolling on the floor like a pair of children, they attacked each other with fist and a well-aimed knee or two. After delivering a powerful hit to Reaper’s belly the two jumped apart and stood on opposite ends of the chamber.
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Duke lead the crowd down the dark halls, Destroyer was holding up the rear, and Kid was hobbling along thanks to the help of a couple civilians. There was nothing about, just a body or two. Everything was quiet.
Cautiously Duke limped into the elevator room. It was dark and most of the blue lights were off. The smell of burnt flesh permeated through the room making Duke’s stomach curl. Surveying the room with his flashlight Duke spotted a crouching figure. “Who’s there? Xander?”
The crouching figure jolted, then stood up with fluid grace. Xander’s dark shaggy hair was covering his face from view. A vibrating growl could be heard coming from the young man and as he raised his head and looked at Duke, the black man could swear Xander’s eyes glowed a bright eerie green. A high-pitched laugh sounded making the hair on the back of Duke’s neck stand on end. With a gasp of breath Duke lifted up his gun and took aim.
!!POW!!
The shot hit Xander dead on in the chest, splattering blood as he went down. Duke stood there for a moment holding his breath, when the figure didn’t move he called for the others. The elevator was going to open any second and they needed to get out of Olduvai.
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Author: Moonkat
Fandom: Doom/BTVS
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all! All characters belong to their respective owners.
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“Reaper?!”
“Destroyer?”
Reaper wasn’t sure if he should say hugging was inappropriate for soldiers to participate in when in the middle of a battle field. Even a one-armed hug. But he didn’t really want to say anything, what with his nose against a couple of pin grenades and a gun barrel by his ear. After patting him on the back Destroyer released him. “We thought you were dead. Come on.”
Destroyer lead him to a hall filled with civilians and Sam. “John!!” She yelled as she jumped at him. He caught her mid jump and held her close. She was ok. Some tension leaked out of him. She was ok.
But the others were as tense as bow strings. “What is it?” Reaper asked in a low voice.
Duke frowned. “Sarge!” He spat like the name was the worst cuss word around. “He tried gunning us all down. If it wasn’t for your smart and lovely sister and the vents, we’d be dead.”
There was a large vent open and three or four children hiding in it. Reaper smiled at Sam. “Good idea Sam. Was anyone hurt?”
“No, we all got out just in time.” Said Sam as she looked her brother over for injury. “This is amazing! You have absolutely no wounds! Even the old ones--”
“Shhhh!” Reaper gestured for silence.
Cocking his head to the side Reaper heard familiar foot steps coming their way. “Team, I need you all to stay and protect the civilians. I’ll deal with Sarge. Stay hidden for a while, there are still two minutes till the lock down is over.”
Reaper didn’t give the others time to argue. He was a running down the hall before they could make a peep, just a colorful blur to their eyes.
****************
Reaper halted in the next hall. There was Sarge standing there, wrapped in his strength and confidence. His head was tipped to the side and his famous cocky smirk was adorned his face. His big ass’d gun was slung over one shoulder and he held another gun pointed at the floor. He gave off that same old air of aloofness and power he always had in front of the men, Reaper used to derive strength in his presence, but now all he felt was unease. He no longer saw the man as the friend he once was.
Reaper glared at Sarge.
“Knew you’d be alright Reaper.”
Reaper shrugged.
“I’m hard to kill.” With that said Reaper attacked. The sound of gun fire and ricochet bullets echoed through the hallway.
*****
By the elevator a body shuddered, shifted, eyes fluttering like one would during a dream. Then stilled. Stilled like the dead.
*****
Hidden in the vents Victoria hugged her mother tight as gun fire could be heard. She didn’t want to die. She was supposed to get married!! And eat cookies with her to be husband! And buy puppies! Lots of puppies!!! Twisting one hand around her pink beads and the other in her mother’s blood-covered jacket, Victoria whimpered.
Everyone could hear gun fire and fighting going on. On the other side of the hidey hole another little girl was bouncing on her daddy’s lap. She was silently counting gun shots and kept asking Kid or Duke about their weapons.
Near the survivors the soldiers shifted. Guns were at ready and bodies tense. They were ready for a fight. Turning on his com. Duke tried to reach Xander, but had little success. It was just static on the other end. “We need to go to the elevator. Xan should have been back by now.”
*********
Dodging a blast from the big gun Reaper landed on the floor among a lot of rubble. Bouncing up to his feet with grace Reaper cursed as he watched Sarge’s shadow disappear down the hall toward the Ark chamber.
Silently Reaper entered the Ark chamber, it was dark and lights would flicker every now and then. There were only a few bullets left in his gun and very little time before the lock down was over. Every once in a while a shadow would flash by him, Sarge was moving with the same inhuman speed Reaper now possessed.
Silently stalking around the room Reaper slipped into the shadow. When Sarge appeared in the light with a slab of metal, Reaper fired, missing the man but shooting the potential weapon out of his hands. The cat and mouse hide and seek went on for another long minute, then they were facing each other. Both had the speed, agility, and the knowledge to do harm, it all came down to will’s. Who could hit who first, draw the most blood, kick the most ass.
Using his newly found super speed Reaper punched Sarge in the face then elbowed him in the back as Sarge tried to tackle him. Sarge rubbed his jaw then smirked.
“Is that all you got for me, Reaper?” He gave a bloody grin then kicked out Reaper’s feet from under him. While he fell Reaper grabbed Sarge’s fatigue’s and pulled the man to the ground, then bashing his head against the concrete as they fell. Rolling on the floor like a pair of children, they attacked each other with fist and a well-aimed knee or two. After delivering a powerful hit to Reaper’s belly the two jumped apart and stood on opposite ends of the chamber.
*********
Duke lead the crowd down the dark halls, Destroyer was holding up the rear, and Kid was hobbling along thanks to the help of a couple civilians. There was nothing about, just a body or two. Everything was quiet.
Cautiously Duke limped into the elevator room. It was dark and most of the blue lights were off. The smell of burnt flesh permeated through the room making Duke’s stomach curl. Surveying the room with his flashlight Duke spotted a crouching figure. “Who’s there? Xander?”
The crouching figure jolted, then stood up with fluid grace. Xander’s dark shaggy hair was covering his face from view. A vibrating growl could be heard coming from the young man and as he raised his head and looked at Duke, the black man could swear Xander’s eyes glowed a bright eerie green. A high-pitched laugh sounded making the hair on the back of Duke’s neck stand on end. With a gasp of breath Duke lifted up his gun and took aim.
!!POW!!
The shot hit Xander dead on in the chest, splattering blood as he went down. Duke stood there for a moment holding his breath, when the figure didn’t move he called for the others. The elevator was going to open any second and they needed to get out of Olduvai.
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