Title: Fifth Knight (3/3)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.

Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.

Spoilers: Up to Chosen and Moonlight Rambler.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to a bunch of other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: Decades into the future, while investigating a string of "vampire murders" in Japan, Xander Harris finds himself with something very unexpected.

Author's Note: Okay, does anyone have any suggestions on how to shut down a plot bunny farm? Well, at least I'm pretty sure no one's done THIS crossover before.

Did I mention that Dawnie's little girl is involved in all this?

Yes, that's right. Dawn's daughter, Linna Yamazaki.

She is SO grounded!

I mean, I know it's her life, and I support her decision. Hell, I might join her on this little crusade myself. I'm getting some seriously bad vibes from that Tower. I just wish she'd told someone. Like, I dunno, me?

--Excerpted from the Private Journal of Alexander L. Harris
Anri fidgeted and watched as Xander paced the room like a caged tiger. The room was spartan, utterly sterile of any personality, and shielded from at least basic scanning, as a quick scan from his eye had shown him.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Xander whirled.

"Hi, Uncle Xander," Linna waved tentatively, closing the door behind her.

"Linna," Xander scowled. "Why?"

"Why did I join the Knight Sabers?"

"No. Why didn't you tell anyone about it?!"

Linna scowled back, "It's a secret organization, Uncle Xander."

"You say that like it explains everything!" he sputtered, then blinked. "Huh. I guess it does, doesn't it?" He turned to look at her, shaking a scolding finger at her, "Still, you should have known better. How many stories have we told you about secrets that came back to royally bite us in the ass?"

"Yes, Uncle Xander," Linna gave a patient sigh.

Xander shook his head, "I should have known, though. The ribbons are definitely original, but the rest of that up-close-and-personal fighting style? Pure Summers girl." He smiled and spread his arms, "C'mon, how 'bout a hug, Linna-chan? I haven't seen you in, what, five years?"

"Six," Linna replied, giving him a hug. With an impish grin, she planted a kiss on his lips.

Xander recoiled, scandalized, "Linna!"

"Hey, I had a huge crush on you when I was twelve. I've waited years for that."

Xander groaned.

Like mother, like daughter.

"Anyway, Sylvie's about to wake up. We thought you two would like to be there."
Sylia looked at the world with new eyes. Initially, she had been quite skeptical with Linna's talk of vampires and demons, but the more she looked into it, the more proof she found.

For one thing, "Uncle Xander's" fingerprints and DNA matched records thirty years old, and he hardly looked a day older now than in the records, and while a clone -- for example -- would theoretically have identical DNA, fingerprints were not so easily duplicated.

It was disturbing, to say the least, and now, she had to decide what to do with the demon hunter and the two sexaroids.
Priss stared at the door. This was just too surreal.

"You're grounding me?!" Linna shrieked in indignation and disbelief even as she opened the door and backed in, outrage written all over her face.

Sylvie's friend, Xander, marched in behind her, "Damn straight I am, young lady!"

"I can't believe you said that!" Linna snapped. "You can't ground me! I'm a grown woman. I live on my own. I can take care of myself!"

"What the hell is going on here?!" Priss demanded.

Linna looked at her, still fuming, "He... he... he... ARGH!" Throwing her hands up, the Knight Sabers' hand to hand specialist turned and stormed off.

Xander shrugged, "Ah, she's just upset I grounded her, that's all." He shook his head, "Kids these days."

A giggle emerged, and he turned and folded his arms, looking at Anri.

"Well, well. I've been trying for weeks to hear that."

Anri blushed.

He looked back at Priss and extended a hand, "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Xander."

"Priss," she replied, shaking his hand numbly.

Way too surreal.

A gasp caught their attention, and the three of them turned to the figure resting on the bed.

"It... it worked?" Sylvie murmured, sitting up and holding a hand to her head.

Xander flushed and turned around.

He gulped when he felt Sylvie hug him from behind. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear.

There was a long silence.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, really," he said, his throat dry. "But, uh, could you, I dunno... put some clothes on?"

She spun him around, stepped back, and pouted, "What's the matter? Don't you like what you see?"

"That's not what I meant!" he protested, slamming his eyes shut. "You're very attractive, Sylvie. Sexy, even," he blurted out. "But it just... I... uhh..."

It was Sylvie and Priss's snickers that tipped him off. Still unwilling to risk opening his eyes, he just hung his head and groaned, "Shoot me, stuff me, mount me."

"Well, I don't know about shooting and stuffing you, but I don't think I'd mind mounting you," Sylvie teased, pressing herself up against him.


Anri giggled again.

Well, Xander consoled himself, at least some good's coming out of all this.
Saber Prime looming over them was an imposing sight, but to be honest, Xander had seen scarier.

After all, though she might be encased in the latest armor alloys and armed with weapons that could wipe out an infantry division, he was fairly certain that, underneath the hardsuit, she was human and, therefore, unlikely to, say, breathe fire or fart lightning at him.

Anri sat to his left, while Sylvie -- fully dressed -- sat to his right, leaving him in the middle to receive the full brunt of Saber Prime's ominous attention.

"I find myself in a rather difficult situation," Saber Prime said coolly. "You three can identify two of my operatives and thus pose a significant threat to the security of this operation."

Xander glowered, "I would never do anything to endanger Linna."

"Perhaps," Saber Prime replied, "but I don't know that, nor do I know what you two," she swiveled her head to look at Sylvie and Anri each in turn, "will do."

Xander glanced to either side and looked back at her, "So what are you going to do? Kill us? Draft us? I'm sure you've already done a background check and come up clean, or we'd be dead by now."

Beneath her helmet, Sylia blinked. He was good. She'd have to make sure to keep his real age in mind. Despite his playful facade, he was as much beyond what he appeared as she was.

"Since you brought it up, would you be interested in joining?" she asked.

Xander rose and looked at her. She knew his cybernetic eye couldn't penetrate her hardsuit, but that didn't make it any less unsettling. It was like he was looking into her soul.

Sylia shivered.
Largo stood in the abandoned church, fists clenched.

The DD battlemover had been recovered by the AD Police, but there was no sign of the sexaroids.

Either of them.

Something unexpected had happened. He'd have to find another puppet if he was going to get his hands on the defense minister. At least he'd gotten what he'd needed from Flint and the GPCC.

"Perhaps I can be of assistance," a smooth, almost seductive voice interrupted his thoughts.

Largo turned, and his eyes scanned the intruder. "And who would you be?"

"Your kin, in a sense," the winged figure said, approaching him. "We have much in common, you and I."

"Well, then, 'cousin,'" the cyberdroid said, raising an eyebrow. "Do you have a name?"

"In my time, my kind did not believe in names, Largo," came the reply.


"Indeed. But you may call me... Coldsteel."
Author's Postscript:

Okay, so I guess it's a little spoiler-y for Red Eye's too. Oh, and Possession as well.

How's that for a surprise crossover?

Don't worry, the sequel is in progress.