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Title: Cold and dreams
Author: Moonkat
Fandom: SGA/BTVS
Pairing: John/Rodney Ronon/? Tayla/Kanaan
Summary: It’s Hell on Earth. General Xander has seen many bad things and knows that as long as things keep happening the way they are blood will not stop spilling. Willow can fix it after all these years of suffering, there’s only one catch a sacrifice is needed. It’s Earth or his life.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything within the Buffy: The Vampire Slayer or Stargate universes. I plan for there to be same sex romance within the story. If you do not wish to be exposed to that kindly move on to another story. I apologize a head of time for any spelling, grammar, or punctuation mistakes.

Hyena speak in Xander’s head {. . .}

Soldier speak in Xander’s head [ . . . ]

Fish speak in Xander’s head = . . .=

Anyone’s mental speak ‘. . .’
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It took Xander all day to get back to familiar land and he was tired but he almost wishes it took him longer to return to his home base. To have such enemies so close made him uneasy. The river was so swollen it flowed over the bank so that meant Xander’s cave/home for the last few week was 8ft underwater. [Need to find a new base. Recommend returning to the ruins and familiar terrain, sir.]
Fish scuffed. =I like the cave. = Xander didn’t even bother snapping at Fishman, him and his water fetish could go get a room. He was too tired to duke it out with his cold blooded tuna loving half.
{Need a new cave. *Whine* Hungry. Must hunt.}Hyena always anxious about food. Two hours of trekking Xander found some berry bushes and chowed down like he was starving. He made it to the old stone building with the giant fruit loop and just sat on the stone steps. He was tired. He was tired and a bit depressed.
The next day Xander woke up on the steps cold, hungry, and cranky. His neck and shoulder hurt, his head throbbed, and his fingers ached with the cold. Today was not the start of a good day.
Pulling his coat tight around his body Xander started for the woods to gather timber for a fire. If the giant fruit loop was going to be his temporary home he wanted it to be warm. Building a fire in the corner that had the least amount of holes Xander sat as close to the merrily crackling flames as he could without getting burned. He looked around his new base of operations and grimaced. The crumbling building of stone, rusted metal, and glass was a big step down from the three solid walls, soft sand, and convenient fresh water source of the cave. He was going to miss his daily swims and the feeling of safety the cave provided for him.
A cold draft of wind forced its way through his clothes and made his small body shiver violently. Bundling himself into a small ball with his front starting to warm and his back chilled by icy wind Xander felt miserable and lonely. [We should get provisions from the village, sir. Clean clothes, food, blankets.]
Xander really didn’t want to move. His body ached, he was cold, and he just wanted to stay put. {Move cub!} Hyena growled loudly in Xander’s head jolting the sluggish boy from his huddled position. With a long suffered sigh Xander tightened his coat around his body and started walking in the direction of the dead village.
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Back inside the home connected to the stables Xander shifted through the closet. Xander picked through coral pink blouses, rough plaid jackets, and bath robes that looked a lot like kimono wraps. Pulling out a thick brown sweater Xander took off his soggy jacket and off white shirt and slipped the soft wool on. It felt good to have something soft on his skin after living so long without. Finding faded blue draw string pants that he was sure belonged to a woman Xander cut off a foot of fabric then put them on. Synching the string up tight around his bony waist left more than enough string to trip on. Twisting the extra fabric around his waist and down his thighs Xander knotted it up till his pant almost looked like a fashion statement rather than possessed fabric trying to eat him. He felt a lot better now that he was dressed in dry clothes.
Finding a backpack made of thick brown leather Xander started stuffing it with shirts, a wool blanket, and food. He found cans with faded labels, most were mystery cans but some had pictures of peaches, pears, and soup. Moving onto the next standing house Xander hit a sad jackpot. Children’s clothes. Children’s clothes piled up in a neat stack next to small mummified corpses. Three small bodies, two Xander’s size and one that could have been around ten before she died. The sucker mark on their chests caved in, their little bodies looked broken in half.
Xander avoided the bodies as he picked through clothes their dead mother must have lovingly folded before the creatures killed them all. Finding shirts and pants more his current size was nice. After gathering small pots, spoons, and a green tarp, Xander bundled all his new treasures together and lugged (dragged) it all home.
A hike with his supplies before his change should have taken twenty minutes took him three hours of dragging, a dozen rest stops, and a lot of huffing and sweating. The weakness of his new body just amazed Xander. [We could have stayed within the village, sir. Some of the homes were . . . acceptable.]
“I was NOT going to stay in the same place as a bunch of mummies.” Hell on Earth made Xander corpse leery, one never knows when the dead will decide to rise and disembowel for fun. “Besides if you believed that you would have said something earlier.” Finally back to his dying fire and little piece of homeless heck Xander started turning it into something that kind of looked like a home if one tilted their head and squinted.
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That night as he huddled up into a little ball of unhappiness Xander dreamed of the past. A dream full of memories that would leave his throat with the feeling of bitterness choking him and a hand tightening around his heart. Xander whined in his sleep but did not wake up as memories smothered him with their joys and sorrows.
~The first time he carved a stake for Buffy she gave him that bright movie star smile that made her look like an angel. The one that made his heart beat harder and filled him with a much needed ego boost like a shot of concentrated manliness. She had hugged him. Her soft hair brushed his nose and her sweet scent of salt/creamy vanilla reached his nose as her soft breasts pressed against his chest.
!Flash!
Xander groaned as he took that first bite of the twinkie then licked the creamy stuff in the center with his tongue.
!Flash!
Two month into hell on earth there was a safe house on fire. A small base that held over 106 people. Willow and Xander could see it down the street from the protection of their own base. If Xander strained his hearing he could swear he almost heard the screams of those inside. Willow tilted her head in Xander’s direction her blind eyes wide and the black veins under her skin wiggling like little worms. “Xander I can feel them die. The witch inside . . . she sold them out.”
Taking a shaky breath Xander lifted his binoculars to his eyes and took a closer look. A demon was inside the safe house, he was laughing as his thick black claws sunk into a man’s stomach. Blood splattered every wall Xander could see.
!Flash!
The girl stood before Xander with wide frightened eyes. Her slight shoulders straight as she looked at 39 year old Xander. The wary General stared into the girl’s eyes with disbelief as he wrapped his latest battle injury, a deep claw mark that would most likely scar. “Y-your what?” Xander choked out softly.
“Pregnant.” She swallowed hard. “I-it’s yours.”
“You said you couldn’t have children, Becky.” Xander looked out a partiality boarded up window. Looking through the planks of wood and metal at the unnatural demon fire, the red sky full of winged demons, the zombies moaning in despair as they shuffled down the street. How could Xander have helped bring a baby into this world?
!Flash!
Xander brushed his fingers over his son’s cheek, over his small mouth, through fuzzy black hair. The child yawned and his little fingers moved against Xander’s.
“I named him Gavin after my dad.” Said the sadly smiling woman in the bed.
Xander didn’t give the mother of his child a glance he just kept looking at Gavin. At his son, his little miracle in hell.
!Flash!
*Thump* The demon’s head rolled across the street and its bulbous eyes gazed lifelessly at Xander. Wiping the green blood off his sword Xander kicked the head out of the way as he continued with his patrol for survivors.
!Flash!
“I won’t let you.” Xander said stiffly. “It’s too dangerous. You’re just a kid.”
Gavin frowned. “I’m fifteen, dad. Let me help our people. You trained me, I can patrol too!”
!Flash!
22 year old Gavin smiled at his dad as he loaded his gun for his patrol. Xander walked up to his son and wrapped an arm around those strong broad shoulders. “Be careful.”
Gavin smirked. “Love you too dad. I’ll keep an eye out for twinkies for you.”
“As long as you remember what is important.” Their grins were identical.
!Flash!
Xander moaned in pain and cried loud and long as he laid on the ground just inside the safety of the magical barrier. Xander looked at the half burnt corpse with blurred horror filled eyes as fingers more bone then flesh reached out for him. Eyes so like his own looked at him with such overwhelming desolation. Xander reached out for the zombie standing listlessly before him as ravished lips moved and mouth the word dad. “G-gavin . . .Gavin . . . Gav-gav- . . .” Xander choked and held out a hand just inside the barrier. “No . . . Gavin . . .” With every suffocating scream of his son’s name Xander broke a little more. ~
Xander woke up with a scream. “GAVIN!” Turning on his side Xander threw up and mourned his long gone child. Inside his head Soldier cried with him, Hyena howled listlessly, and Fish made a soft click of distress. “Gavin . . .”Xander snuffled.
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Middle of fall

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Everything was starting to die. Leaves were falling and littering the ground like a rust colored carpet. There were no more berries and it was hard to dig up roots with the soil getting hard. Ice was starting to form on the lake by his camp and every morning he woke up to frost on the grass. Xander feared he would not survive winter.
With cold numb fingers Xander grabbed a can of soup and a knife and started the tedious task of wedging a can open. What Xander wouldn’t give for a can opener! Pouring a mess of gravy, brown stringy meat, peas, and yellow cubes of potatoes into a small pot Xander rested it over the fire to cook. It bubbled and cooked and gave off an almost pleasant smell. Xander was just ladling the first bit of stew into his mouth when a loud grinding noise of metal on metal sounded behind him. The remembered sound of the giant circle lighting up echoed through the decrepit stone building and to a worried Xander’s ears.
Pulling out his trusty axe Xander went to find cover and watched the circle turn and light up different symbols at random. Xander expected all of them to eventually light up so was startled when blue water erupted from the circle. Xander could not help but gasp and duck down behind the crumbling wall he was using for cover. Peeking up over the wall Xander blinked at the sight of what looked light bright blue water hovering inside the ring. [Sad thing is sir it’s not the strangest thing we’ve ever seen.]
Hyena cackled in agreement.
The blue water rippled calmly as something emerged from it. ‘What the hell is that?!’ Light, bright yellow light floated out of the hovering water. It looked like a jellyfish made of light. Switching his nice steel axe for an iron dagger Xander held it at ready to defend himself. Iron can repel spirits. Xander cursed himself for not getting any salt from the village, when he needed something he just didn’t have it. Xander watched the thing hover in the middle of the building then a face formed inside it. It turned to where Xander was hiding and locked eyes with him.
“Hello old warrior.” Said a soft female voice.
Xander lifted his trusty iron blade and lashed out at a reaching yellow tentacle. Better safe than sorry when it comes to tentacles even friendly ones.
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Slayer Earth

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Shifting in her bed Willow’s face scrunched up as she dreamed. Her sleep is no longer restful ever since Dawn’s rescue she had been beleaguered with indistinct dreams of fire, demons, tainted magic, and a man she cherished more than her own life. Every night she dreamed and every morning she woke up in tears sick to her stomach with a distorted name on her lips. X-xaner.
The dreams deplete her and are starting to show in the shadows around her eyes. The dreams effects are so strong that they spilled over into her relationship with Kennedy and her magical abilities. It angers her that she can’t remember properly so Willow decided she would fix it. Fix it the only way she knows will work. Magic.
Tonight Willow will traverse her dream and record it all inside a memory crystal. When she wakes in the morning she will know why she cries for someone named Xaner. She will know and then she will fix it. Magic can fix anything.
In her sleep Willow squeezed the glowing crystal taped to her hand and whimpered. “X-xander . . .”
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