Wishing just makes trouble
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
19,322
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Mission
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Chapter 3
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: The Mission
Author: Merkat
Fandom:Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings.
Don't own nothing!!!!!!!!!!!
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Xander stared wide eyed at the selection of weapons lining every inch of the jet. He had never seen so many guns on one wall in all his life! He watched as Destroyer grabbed a huge machine gun from the wall, a fond look on his face as the handle id went off.
“RRTS special opt clearance verified. Handle id Destroyer.”
Duke was already sitting down with two automatics in his hands. Mac was standing to the left of Duke and pick up an automatic with a longer barrel. Portman was already sitting down his weapon selection in his hand. Xander could see him caressing the barrel in a vulgar fashion. Goat was one of the first on the jet he was praying, his weapon at his side hidden from view. Just the one new recruit Justin Mils, the second in command Reaper and himself left to grab a weapon. Xander watched as Justin went right for a bulky machine gun, one half the size of Destroyer’s only to hesitate when Reaper made a disagreeing sound. Xander nearly smiled as Justin picked another weapon more agreeable with his stature.
“RRTS clearance verified. Handle id new recruit 009723/8.”
Once the other recruit sat down with his weapon Reaper looked at Xander expectantly. Letting out a breath Xander tried to think of which weapons fit best with him. The selection almost felt like a quiz and Xander didn’t want to fail. Shifting through his memories of this life he remembered one of the main reasons he was chosen to be an RRTS member, he was one of the best marksmen for his age. Whether with a gun or a knife he could hit his target between the eyes, eight out of ten times, his teachers had said all his movements were instinctual. Xander was not the best choice for undercover work or hand to hand combat but he was the best sniper on the team. Looking at the futuristic sniper rifles Xander smirked as he saw one that looked familiar to him. He picked up the weapon, its weight familiar and comforting.
“RRTS clearance verified. Handle id new recruit 009543/2.”
He felt a swell of pride at Reaper’s node, it seamed he had passed whatever little test Reaper had set before him. Stepping aside Xander watched Reaper pick up a four barreled automatic.
“RRTS special opt clearance verified. Handle id Reaper.”
Reaper stood by Xander and watched his surrounding like a hawk, the older man had an intense look in his eyes. Fidgeting a bit Xander decided to make small talk with the more experienced marine. “So when will I get a kick ass name like you?”
Reaper looked Xander up and down. “When you earn it. Tomorrow or the next day we’ll think of something to call you. It’s through the time spent with the squad and on missions that earn you a name.” He said matter of fact like.
“Really. Like what?” Reaper locked eyes with Xander. “Destroyer voted on Kid, Portman wants to call you Pretty Boy, Sarge was thinking of calling you Squirt. Duke, Mac, and I haven’t yet thought of anything.” Reaper had watched Xander’s face with amusement, the younger soldier’s expression ranged from annoyance to out raged to worried. And Xander was worried. He didn’t really want to answer to Pretty Boy on missions.
Sarge stood in-front of the squad, he wore a business like look on his face, his gun held from a strap on his shoulder. Sarge wasn’t an overly large man, but from the way he held himself he seamed to take up the whole room. From the memories given to Xander by the wish demon he knew the Sarge was a force that couldn’t be stopped. Like a tornado he destroyed everything in his path. The man was a rock, cold deadly and full of sharp edges. Xander was just glad that he would never have to face the big man as an enemy. He watched as Sarg straightened his stance and gazed at them all measuring their worth. When he spoke, his voice was dark and professional.
“Today’s mission is an unofficial RRTS scouting opt. We have to find the target and if possible terminate said target.” Said Sarg as he slowly walked back and forth in the jet.
Though the thought of killing someone did give Xander emotional turmoil, he would do it. It’s his job after all. They were all dressed for combat and from the expressions on some of the team’s faces’ they were ready for action. “We will go in teams of two to scout out a town in Texas. This mission is to be ‘under’ the radar.” Sarg said his frown getting deeper with each word.
“A known terrorist that had been causing trouble for the government has been seen in a town called Devil’s Wake. As one of the top team we have been asked ‘privately’ to deal with this ‘little problem’ before it becomes a big one. If any of you wish to not partake in this mission, leave now.” Sarg paused and waited for someone to get up. No one moved, not even Portman.
“This is an image of what the terrorist looks like.”
The wide screen tv clicked on and the screen showed . . . ANGEL!!!
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Chapter 3
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: The Mission
Author: Merkat
Fandom:Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings.
Don't own nothing!!!!!!!!!!!
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Xander stared wide eyed at the selection of weapons lining every inch of the jet. He had never seen so many guns on one wall in all his life! He watched as Destroyer grabbed a huge machine gun from the wall, a fond look on his face as the handle id went off.
“RRTS special opt clearance verified. Handle id Destroyer.”
Duke was already sitting down with two automatics in his hands. Mac was standing to the left of Duke and pick up an automatic with a longer barrel. Portman was already sitting down his weapon selection in his hand. Xander could see him caressing the barrel in a vulgar fashion. Goat was one of the first on the jet he was praying, his weapon at his side hidden from view. Just the one new recruit Justin Mils, the second in command Reaper and himself left to grab a weapon. Xander watched as Justin went right for a bulky machine gun, one half the size of Destroyer’s only to hesitate when Reaper made a disagreeing sound. Xander nearly smiled as Justin picked another weapon more agreeable with his stature.
“RRTS clearance verified. Handle id new recruit 009723/8.”
Once the other recruit sat down with his weapon Reaper looked at Xander expectantly. Letting out a breath Xander tried to think of which weapons fit best with him. The selection almost felt like a quiz and Xander didn’t want to fail. Shifting through his memories of this life he remembered one of the main reasons he was chosen to be an RRTS member, he was one of the best marksmen for his age. Whether with a gun or a knife he could hit his target between the eyes, eight out of ten times, his teachers had said all his movements were instinctual. Xander was not the best choice for undercover work or hand to hand combat but he was the best sniper on the team. Looking at the futuristic sniper rifles Xander smirked as he saw one that looked familiar to him. He picked up the weapon, its weight familiar and comforting.
“RRTS clearance verified. Handle id new recruit 009543/2.”
He felt a swell of pride at Reaper’s node, it seamed he had passed whatever little test Reaper had set before him. Stepping aside Xander watched Reaper pick up a four barreled automatic.
“RRTS special opt clearance verified. Handle id Reaper.”
Reaper stood by Xander and watched his surrounding like a hawk, the older man had an intense look in his eyes. Fidgeting a bit Xander decided to make small talk with the more experienced marine. “So when will I get a kick ass name like you?”
Reaper looked Xander up and down. “When you earn it. Tomorrow or the next day we’ll think of something to call you. It’s through the time spent with the squad and on missions that earn you a name.” He said matter of fact like.
“Really. Like what?” Reaper locked eyes with Xander. “Destroyer voted on Kid, Portman wants to call you Pretty Boy, Sarge was thinking of calling you Squirt. Duke, Mac, and I haven’t yet thought of anything.” Reaper had watched Xander’s face with amusement, the younger soldier’s expression ranged from annoyance to out raged to worried. And Xander was worried. He didn’t really want to answer to Pretty Boy on missions.
Sarge stood in-front of the squad, he wore a business like look on his face, his gun held from a strap on his shoulder. Sarge wasn’t an overly large man, but from the way he held himself he seamed to take up the whole room. From the memories given to Xander by the wish demon he knew the Sarge was a force that couldn’t be stopped. Like a tornado he destroyed everything in his path. The man was a rock, cold deadly and full of sharp edges. Xander was just glad that he would never have to face the big man as an enemy. He watched as Sarg straightened his stance and gazed at them all measuring their worth. When he spoke, his voice was dark and professional.
“Today’s mission is an unofficial RRTS scouting opt. We have to find the target and if possible terminate said target.” Said Sarg as he slowly walked back and forth in the jet.
Though the thought of killing someone did give Xander emotional turmoil, he would do it. It’s his job after all. They were all dressed for combat and from the expressions on some of the team’s faces’ they were ready for action. “We will go in teams of two to scout out a town in Texas. This mission is to be ‘under’ the radar.” Sarg said his frown getting deeper with each word.
“A known terrorist that had been causing trouble for the government has been seen in a town called Devil’s Wake. As one of the top team we have been asked ‘privately’ to deal with this ‘little problem’ before it becomes a big one. If any of you wish to not partake in this mission, leave now.” Sarg paused and waited for someone to get up. No one moved, not even Portman.
“This is an image of what the terrorist looks like.”
The wide screen tv clicked on and the screen showed . . . ANGEL!!!
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