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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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19,554
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33
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Leave is canceled
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Chapter 6
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: Leave is canceled
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.
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Waking up with a headache Xander sighed as he smelled the familiar scent of the med. lab. He was laying on one of the god awful and uncomfortable white beds. Sitting up Xander grimaced as he accidently tugged on the iv in his hand. The curtain was drawn around his bed and around him he could hear foot steps.
Suddenly the curtain opened and in came a smiling Duke. “Hey Lex, you’re finally up!” He said as he sat in the chair to Xander’s right.
“How long was I out? And what happened?”
“Well after we disarmed most of those blue shit sploshing bombs we were trying to make a plan to get you out of that nut’s hands. But Reaper sprung up said ‘I hear a struggle!’ then bam! He was gone and busting the door down!” Duke said with a chuckle.
“Really. What happened after I was out?” He asked as he fiddled with the needle in his arm. Duke shrugged. “Nothing much. Reaper shot the guy through the head and untied you. Then he carried you bridal style all the was back to the jet. Man was Reaper pissed! He even yelled at Sarge for talking too long to get back to the jet!”
“Oh.” Was all Xander could say as he fought to keep himself from blushing.
“Yep! Man can Reaper be a real slave driver when he wants to or what?! I think Destroyer, Reaper, and myself should get some sort of reward for fastest bomb deactivation! Reaper deactivated his then breathed down our neck’s to unplug our’s quick! Let me tell you. There’s nothing like a gun to your back and an angry Reaper to inspire you to work fast!” He said as he slapped Xander’s shoulder and laughed.
“Yeah?”
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Xander was out of the hospital ward the next day, and today was the first day of their well-deserved vacation. Walking into the barracks, he sighed at what he saw. Mac and Destroyer were playing baseball with oranges, Duke was abusing his game player, Reaper was cleaning his weapons, and the other’s were loitering. Going to his bed Xander laid down. If he had to lay on a hard uncomfortable bed it might as well be his own.
Xander was just about to go to sleep when Dukes enthusiastic yelling disturbed him. “Oh, You’re trying to get nasty now, huh? Now you’re dead. You’re dead, sucker. All right, all right!” Glaring Xander put his head under his pillow.
Portman was pacing and glaring at his watch. “I don’t believe this. The wall man. I don’t believe this shit!!”
Groaning Xander sat up figuring he wouldn’t be able to get a nap with all the noise. “Six months without a weekend . . . the goddamned transporters are five minutes late.” Pulling out a small black backpack Xander opened it.
“And that’s five minutes of R and R I ain’t never gonna get back.”Portman said with a whine.
Duke looked up from his game. “Hey, relax, baby. We’re on vacation!” He said with a wink.
“Yo. This game’s layered, man!”
It had in it a change of clothes, his I-pod, a book, and his cell phone. Pulling his book out Xander opened it up to where he left off.
Xander looked up from his book. “Of course it is. It’s mine after all.” Duke snickered at him and went back to killing things on the game. Watching as another poor orange went sailing across the room he looked up as Destroyer asked Portman a question.
“Were you going, Portman?”
Xander knew he was going to say something sick, but like a mad woman’s screech it couldn’t be tuned out.
“I’m going down to El Honto . . . and I’m gonna lock myself in a motel room . . . With a bottle of tequila and three she-boys.” He stuck his tongue out and made a sick gesture.
Duke snorted. “You’re sick, man.”
“Took the words out of my mouth.” Xander muttered under his breath. Xander watched as Goat stilled in his prayers to glare at Portman.
“I’m sick of your filth, Portman.” He said simply.
Portman smirked. “He speaks.” Then went back to bitching.
“What’s it gonna be, Reaps? An armed conflict someplace quiet?” Said Duke as he looked at Reaper who was cleaning his already clean weapons.
Portman laughed. “Yeah, a little relaxing jungle warfare?”* Snicker*
Xander frowned.
“Or maybe your gonna stay right here.” Said Duke, more fact then question.
“Spending my time doing pushups.”Said Reaper not even looking up from his gun cleaning. Xander frown deepened.
“You could always go with me, John?” Xander muttered, then blushed when he realized he spoke too loud because Reaper was looking right at him a smirk on his face. Reaper opened his mouth to say something but didn’t because Sarge came bounding down the stairs.
“Listen up, men. Leave is canceled.” Xander put his book back in his bag and put the bag back under his bed. Duke cursed. “Oh, man. I just . . . I don’t believe this shit. Fuck!” He said as he hit his locker.
Sarge gave his ‘don’t mess with me’ frown. You got a problem with that Duke?” Duke’s frown turned upside down like the flip of a coin.
“Me Sarge? Hell, no, I love my job."
Sarge looked at everyone with a penetrating look. “I got us a game. Fall in.”
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Walking behind all the others’ Xander listened to everyone mutter about this or that. “All dressed up and no where to go, huh, Portman?”
“Kid, don’t forget your rattle.”
“Shut up Portman.” Said Mac.
~Aircraft ready to load.~
“Copy that.” Said Sarge.
Duke shook his head. “Great vacation. Damn, they go fast.”
Destroyer smirked. “Almost like we’ve never been away.”
Xander got into the helicopter and looked at the selection of weaponry. He listened as the other’s ID handlers went off.
“Daddy’s home.”Destroyer said as he picked his favorite big gun, Goat and Portman were already sitting down with their’s. Duke patted Xander on the should and grabbed a similar weapon to the one he used on the last mission. ~Handle ID: Duke.~
“Say my name baby.”
Whistling at the weapons laid out for the picking Xander picked up a high caliber sniper gun and placed his hand on the grip wondering what name the others had picked for him. ~Handle ID: Pup.~ Xander sweat dropped at the name and sighed.
“I guess that’s better then pretty boy . . . sorta.”
Xander watched as the other new recruit picked a gun and looked at the gun in mild dislike. “The Kid!”
Xander patted him on the shoulder. “At least it’s better then Pup.”
Sitting down Xander watched the door, he was probably the only one who noticed Reaper hadn’t boarded yet. He would deny he brightened and smiled as he saw Reaper climb aboard at the last minute.
“Woof! Woof! Hey Puppy! Like the name?”Said Portman trying to get a rise out of Xander. Xander shrugged and answered in a monotone voice, in the same cool manner Oz spoke in.
“It’s a name.”
Seeing Xander wasn’t going to play he switched his attention to The Kid. “ Kid! You know, Kid, it’s funny. A couple of days ago I asked the Sarge for a little pussy.” Xander watched as The Kid leaned in to listen. Dumb move.
“The next day he brought you on the team.”
Reaper cocked his gun. “Don’t give me an excuse, Portman. No one here will miss you.”
Sarge stood up in the front of the aircraft and started speak. “Men, look in. This is what we got form simcon. We have a quarantine situation on Olduvai. They sent this message . . . When the research team stopped responding to all communication.”
They all watched as a thin haired man in his fifties frantically order a quarantine. He was panic and from the way he moved he expected to die any minute. Must suck.
Sarge spoke again. “ UAC have shut down the lab, men. We need to go up there, locate the team . . . eliminate the threat an secure the facility.”
“What threat?” Said the Kid as he looked at Sarge. Duke snorted. “It goes like this, see: If it’s trying to kill you, it’s a threat.”
The aircraft landed and Sarge went to the door, everyone else fallowing behind. Xander held his breath as the Ark rose out of the ground like a godly gate to unimaginable journeys’. The moment he saw it a hard ball of foreboding formed in the pit of his stomach. As the other’s entered Xander almost hesitated, but trotted in behind the other’s like an obedient soldier. In the elevator Xander watched the Kid stand there for a moment then run in. He winced as Kid got talked down by Sarge, after-all it could have been him. * You hesitate, people die. * Not a good thing. Xander hated elevator rides. They made his stomach flip, and not in a good way.
When the elevator opened Xander hung out in the back, people got in trouble if they were too eager. When they reached the room of the Ark Xander stared at it from behind Duke’s bulky shoulder.
“Welcome to the Ark gentlemen.”
Xander stepped closer so he could hear better an listened to the sounds around him. ~Initiating molecular mapping drive.~ Said the monotone female computer voice. *Molecular? That can’t be good! This thing isn’t like a nano-wall is it? *
Getting a little closer to the front Xander took a good look at the grapefruit sized hole. It didn’t look like anything special. Xander yelped as he was pulled away from his scrutiny of the Ark thing by Reaper.
“Keep your distance from the core or you might get sucked in.” Said what’s his face giving them the little tour. Oh, so the guy tells people after they look around. Wonder if any of the accident victims that survive sue?
“You, uh you done this before?” Xander listened in. “Once. Training mission.” Duke spoke next as he passed The Kid. “ Hope you had a good dinner, kid.” Now that didn’t sound good.
~Inter-plant coordinate lock engaged.~ Xander bit his lip as the count down started and Reaper walked forward. A sloshy liquid formed out of the hole, it sparkled in a living sort of way. It was weird but not that different from anything hellmouthy Xander hand seen in his life. But watching Reaper get sucked down it did make Xander blink in surprise. That was the first time he saw that happen. It was cool in a ‘I’m not gonna do that’ way.
Xander watched as Destroyer and Mac went through then swallowed when Sarge looked at him.
It was his turn. Taking a big gulp of earth air, Xander stepped forward. *This is it, time to go down the rabbit hole. * Stepping forward when all his instincts were telling him to run, Xander took the worst ride of his young life.
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Chapter 6
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: Leave is canceled
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.
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Waking up with a headache Xander sighed as he smelled the familiar scent of the med. lab. He was laying on one of the god awful and uncomfortable white beds. Sitting up Xander grimaced as he accidently tugged on the iv in his hand. The curtain was drawn around his bed and around him he could hear foot steps.
Suddenly the curtain opened and in came a smiling Duke. “Hey Lex, you’re finally up!” He said as he sat in the chair to Xander’s right.
“How long was I out? And what happened?”
“Well after we disarmed most of those blue shit sploshing bombs we were trying to make a plan to get you out of that nut’s hands. But Reaper sprung up said ‘I hear a struggle!’ then bam! He was gone and busting the door down!” Duke said with a chuckle.
“Really. What happened after I was out?” He asked as he fiddled with the needle in his arm. Duke shrugged. “Nothing much. Reaper shot the guy through the head and untied you. Then he carried you bridal style all the was back to the jet. Man was Reaper pissed! He even yelled at Sarge for talking too long to get back to the jet!”
“Oh.” Was all Xander could say as he fought to keep himself from blushing.
“Yep! Man can Reaper be a real slave driver when he wants to or what?! I think Destroyer, Reaper, and myself should get some sort of reward for fastest bomb deactivation! Reaper deactivated his then breathed down our neck’s to unplug our’s quick! Let me tell you. There’s nothing like a gun to your back and an angry Reaper to inspire you to work fast!” He said as he slapped Xander’s shoulder and laughed.
“Yeah?”
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Xander was out of the hospital ward the next day, and today was the first day of their well-deserved vacation. Walking into the barracks, he sighed at what he saw. Mac and Destroyer were playing baseball with oranges, Duke was abusing his game player, Reaper was cleaning his weapons, and the other’s were loitering. Going to his bed Xander laid down. If he had to lay on a hard uncomfortable bed it might as well be his own.
Xander was just about to go to sleep when Dukes enthusiastic yelling disturbed him. “Oh, You’re trying to get nasty now, huh? Now you’re dead. You’re dead, sucker. All right, all right!” Glaring Xander put his head under his pillow.
Portman was pacing and glaring at his watch. “I don’t believe this. The wall man. I don’t believe this shit!!”
Groaning Xander sat up figuring he wouldn’t be able to get a nap with all the noise. “Six months without a weekend . . . the goddamned transporters are five minutes late.” Pulling out a small black backpack Xander opened it.
“And that’s five minutes of R and R I ain’t never gonna get back.”Portman said with a whine.
Duke looked up from his game. “Hey, relax, baby. We’re on vacation!” He said with a wink.
“Yo. This game’s layered, man!”
It had in it a change of clothes, his I-pod, a book, and his cell phone. Pulling his book out Xander opened it up to where he left off.
Xander looked up from his book. “Of course it is. It’s mine after all.” Duke snickered at him and went back to killing things on the game. Watching as another poor orange went sailing across the room he looked up as Destroyer asked Portman a question.
“Were you going, Portman?”
Xander knew he was going to say something sick, but like a mad woman’s screech it couldn’t be tuned out.
“I’m going down to El Honto . . . and I’m gonna lock myself in a motel room . . . With a bottle of tequila and three she-boys.” He stuck his tongue out and made a sick gesture.
Duke snorted. “You’re sick, man.”
“Took the words out of my mouth.” Xander muttered under his breath. Xander watched as Goat stilled in his prayers to glare at Portman.
“I’m sick of your filth, Portman.” He said simply.
Portman smirked. “He speaks.” Then went back to bitching.
“What’s it gonna be, Reaps? An armed conflict someplace quiet?” Said Duke as he looked at Reaper who was cleaning his already clean weapons.
Portman laughed. “Yeah, a little relaxing jungle warfare?”* Snicker*
Xander frowned.
“Or maybe your gonna stay right here.” Said Duke, more fact then question.
“Spending my time doing pushups.”Said Reaper not even looking up from his gun cleaning. Xander frown deepened.
“You could always go with me, John?” Xander muttered, then blushed when he realized he spoke too loud because Reaper was looking right at him a smirk on his face. Reaper opened his mouth to say something but didn’t because Sarge came bounding down the stairs.
“Listen up, men. Leave is canceled.” Xander put his book back in his bag and put the bag back under his bed. Duke cursed. “Oh, man. I just . . . I don’t believe this shit. Fuck!” He said as he hit his locker.
Sarge gave his ‘don’t mess with me’ frown. You got a problem with that Duke?” Duke’s frown turned upside down like the flip of a coin.
“Me Sarge? Hell, no, I love my job."
Sarge looked at everyone with a penetrating look. “I got us a game. Fall in.”
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Walking behind all the others’ Xander listened to everyone mutter about this or that. “All dressed up and no where to go, huh, Portman?”
“Kid, don’t forget your rattle.”
“Shut up Portman.” Said Mac.
~Aircraft ready to load.~
“Copy that.” Said Sarge.
Duke shook his head. “Great vacation. Damn, they go fast.”
Destroyer smirked. “Almost like we’ve never been away.”
Xander got into the helicopter and looked at the selection of weaponry. He listened as the other’s ID handlers went off.
“Daddy’s home.”Destroyer said as he picked his favorite big gun, Goat and Portman were already sitting down with their’s. Duke patted Xander on the should and grabbed a similar weapon to the one he used on the last mission. ~Handle ID: Duke.~
“Say my name baby.”
Whistling at the weapons laid out for the picking Xander picked up a high caliber sniper gun and placed his hand on the grip wondering what name the others had picked for him. ~Handle ID: Pup.~ Xander sweat dropped at the name and sighed.
“I guess that’s better then pretty boy . . . sorta.”
Xander watched as the other new recruit picked a gun and looked at the gun in mild dislike. “The Kid!”
Xander patted him on the shoulder. “At least it’s better then Pup.”
Sitting down Xander watched the door, he was probably the only one who noticed Reaper hadn’t boarded yet. He would deny he brightened and smiled as he saw Reaper climb aboard at the last minute.
“Woof! Woof! Hey Puppy! Like the name?”Said Portman trying to get a rise out of Xander. Xander shrugged and answered in a monotone voice, in the same cool manner Oz spoke in.
“It’s a name.”
Seeing Xander wasn’t going to play he switched his attention to The Kid. “ Kid! You know, Kid, it’s funny. A couple of days ago I asked the Sarge for a little pussy.” Xander watched as The Kid leaned in to listen. Dumb move.
“The next day he brought you on the team.”
Reaper cocked his gun. “Don’t give me an excuse, Portman. No one here will miss you.”
Sarge stood up in the front of the aircraft and started speak. “Men, look in. This is what we got form simcon. We have a quarantine situation on Olduvai. They sent this message . . . When the research team stopped responding to all communication.”
They all watched as a thin haired man in his fifties frantically order a quarantine. He was panic and from the way he moved he expected to die any minute. Must suck.
Sarge spoke again. “ UAC have shut down the lab, men. We need to go up there, locate the team . . . eliminate the threat an secure the facility.”
“What threat?” Said the Kid as he looked at Sarge. Duke snorted. “It goes like this, see: If it’s trying to kill you, it’s a threat.”
The aircraft landed and Sarge went to the door, everyone else fallowing behind. Xander held his breath as the Ark rose out of the ground like a godly gate to unimaginable journeys’. The moment he saw it a hard ball of foreboding formed in the pit of his stomach. As the other’s entered Xander almost hesitated, but trotted in behind the other’s like an obedient soldier. In the elevator Xander watched the Kid stand there for a moment then run in. He winced as Kid got talked down by Sarge, after-all it could have been him. * You hesitate, people die. * Not a good thing. Xander hated elevator rides. They made his stomach flip, and not in a good way.
When the elevator opened Xander hung out in the back, people got in trouble if they were too eager. When they reached the room of the Ark Xander stared at it from behind Duke’s bulky shoulder.
“Welcome to the Ark gentlemen.”
Xander stepped closer so he could hear better an listened to the sounds around him. ~Initiating molecular mapping drive.~ Said the monotone female computer voice. *Molecular? That can’t be good! This thing isn’t like a nano-wall is it? *
Getting a little closer to the front Xander took a good look at the grapefruit sized hole. It didn’t look like anything special. Xander yelped as he was pulled away from his scrutiny of the Ark thing by Reaper.
“Keep your distance from the core or you might get sucked in.” Said what’s his face giving them the little tour. Oh, so the guy tells people after they look around. Wonder if any of the accident victims that survive sue?
“You, uh you done this before?” Xander listened in. “Once. Training mission.” Duke spoke next as he passed The Kid. “ Hope you had a good dinner, kid.” Now that didn’t sound good.
~Inter-plant coordinate lock engaged.~ Xander bit his lip as the count down started and Reaper walked forward. A sloshy liquid formed out of the hole, it sparkled in a living sort of way. It was weird but not that different from anything hellmouthy Xander hand seen in his life. But watching Reaper get sucked down it did make Xander blink in surprise. That was the first time he saw that happen. It was cool in a ‘I’m not gonna do that’ way.
Xander watched as Destroyer and Mac went through then swallowed when Sarge looked at him.
It was his turn. Taking a big gulp of earth air, Xander stepped forward. *This is it, time to go down the rabbit hole. * Stepping forward when all his instincts were telling him to run, Xander took the worst ride of his young life.
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