Title: Real Heroes (0/?)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone

Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.

Spoilers: Up to Chosen and Home. All else is ignored.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: When the Champions lose their way, who will take up the fight?

Author's Note: Sorry, sorry, but this little nugget would NOT leave me alone.

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Well, here we go.

Oh, sorry. It's me, Xander Harris, and right now, I'm about to drive my car through a warehouse garage door.

Yep, you heard right. I'm about to drive my car through a warehouse garage door.

Lemme introduce you to my team mates. You'll note Muscles here to my right. He's something called "the Groosalugg." Groo for short. He talks kinda funny, but he's damn good with that sword of his.

In the back seat is Kate. Tough, no-nonsense, and kinda cute. Good shot too and, theoretically, our leader. She tends to leave the decisions to me, though, and that's kind of unsettling, but I'm getting used to it.

Next to Kate is Anne. She kinda reminds me of one of those vamp cultists back at Sunnydale High. Chartreuse something-or-other. She's not too good with the fighting, but she's here in a strictly "get the sacrifices out" capacity.

Yeah, that's right. Sacrifices. Did I forget to mention that? It's some big vampire cult sacrifice. I'm a little hazy on the details, but the fifth and last member of our team, Lindsey McDonald, could tell ya more. He's back at the office since he's not much good in a fight with only one hand. If only he'd take my chainsaw suggestion seriously...

C'mon, it worked for Ash.

Yeah, yeah. I'm getting to it. I _know_ you're wondering about how I met this crew and about what I'm doing _here_ in L.A. about to stop a ritual sacrifice instead of up in Cleveland at the Slayer Academy or out searching for new Slayers.

But, see, that's kind of a long story. It all started about a year ago...

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Author's Postscript:

*cowers behind cover and prostrates* Sorry, sorry, sorry!

This just wouldn't leave me alone! Blame my recently-acquired copy of the Angel RPG!