madimpossibledreamer

This craving for cheese I get every time I upload Shadowed Suspicion? Clearly the work of an enemy Stand User.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: It's time to call the War Council, comprised of a number of familiar faces...
Word Count: 1442
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.

         Buffy sits down beside Willow as the room begins to fill. “Where’s Andrew?”
         “Conjuring more chairs. And also maybe making the room bigger on the inside. I didn’t ask. I mean, I’m not exactly the one people go to to supervise their magic and make sure they’re not going overboard,” Willow answers, still sounding a little morose. Oh, this is probably about Ken. But I know something that’ll cheer her up.
         “Apparently Xander can talk to people in dreams now, because I had a conversation with him this morning.” As expected, suddenly Willow’s completely awake, and grinning with an excitement that she’s been missing for far too long.
         “Xander talked to you? How is he? Is he okay? Is he mad?” She’s suddenly a little unhappy again, before she frowns. “Hang on. That feels familiar, somehow.”
         “Serious case of déjà vu all over again, Willow?” she asks. Except, that’s weird, because she remembers it clearly, like Xander had been right there, like it was normal everyday life, but if it’s familiar but Willow doesn’t remember…
         The redhead suddenly snaps her fingers, earning a few sharp Slayer glances, and shakes her head. “It’s fine, everyone.”
         Quite a few of them have brought in food, but given that she got to have an Andrew cooked breakfast and the rest of them hadn’t, the Head Slayer isn’t about to yell at any of them.
         “It was something…about the vision thing, that Althenea shared with me. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but.” She shrugs, looking happy again. “I can’t tell for sure whether that really was Xander you saw, but it sounds like it, and that’d be nice.”
         “He apparently also has healing stuff. I don’t know if that was his Stand, or not, but…”
         Willow shares a knowing look with Buffy. “That means that we can stop worrying about big, poor, fragile Xander.”
         Buffy laughs. “See, that’s funny, but it’s true. It’s just…he was the normal one, and kept throwing himself into the middle of things anyway, like he was invincible, and now he might not get all bruised from being thrown into tombstones over and over again.”
         Willow sighs and stares at her hands. “I kept hoping that he’d actually get to live a normal life, out of all of us, but…that wasn’t realistic, was it? I just…I hope he doesn’t change too much.”
         Buffy smiles and shakes her head. “Wills, he will always be our Xander. Even if his mom renames him Johan.”
         Willow’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t get to reply as suddenly a few familiar faces appear on the TV screens.
         “Testing Spellcam, one, two, three,” Andrew states from somewhere near the doorway, chairs floating in and placing themselves around the room. It’s crowded, but not as much as Buffy had thought. But then, she doesn’t really hang out here all the time, either, so it’s not like she’d be able to spot any differences. “Can everyone see me and hear me? And do we have everyone contacted, just in case I’m missing someone?”
         “I think so,” Willow answers.
         “We’re all here,” the Coven answers.
         That’s…Riley. Not what she had expected, but… “It’s best if we know of a potential world-ending crisis when it happens,” he explains for her unasked question. “According to my superiors, and yes, I had them sign this on paper in blood, ‘We’re not going to go telling everyone, considering that you kept pretty quiet about that Sunnydale debacle.’ You’re just rebuilding your credibility, and something like this could destroy you, so we’re not shouting it from the rooftops. Knowing us, we’re probably hoping to get some sort of longstanding ‘you deal with my demons and I’ll Slay yours’ deal out of it, but there you go.”
          “Five by five,” Faith responds, waving at where a camera would be. “How’s it hanging, B?”
         “We’re all still alive and not-vampires, so I’m considering that a success,” Caridad adds, and Josephine laughs.
         “That’s a pretty good definition, yeah.” Then she turns to the next monitor and waves. “Hi, Daddy!”
          A man she doesn’t recognize with a pompadour (people still have that hairstyle? The confused, luckily inaudible whispering from the other Slayers in the room seems to agree) appears to be fighting a few demons with someone else Buffy doesn’t recognize and a Stand. He jumps a little and glances around. “Is that some new type of Stand? Because if so, that’d be pretty great.” Then he pauses and realizes something, just as he summons his Stand. It’s very…pink. It begins a flurry of punches, shouting Dora, which… (okay, that probably has nothing to do with kid’s shows, and I’m gonna keep telling myself that for sanity’s sake.) But it’s pummeling giant towering things with spines and claws and a long tail like a lion’s, so that’s probably safe to say. “You didn’t stay in the hotel like I asked, did you, Jojo?”
         Josephine shakes her head, eyes on fire. This is one thing that she is actually taking seriously. “I remembered I have a kid, now. Who didn’t know how to use his Stand, at the time. And now he does, so I’m not sure if that’s better or more worrying.”
         The man falters. And Buffy realizes, That’s Xander’s real grandfather. Woah. …Well, he’s not drinking and either hitting on or hitting ladies half his age, so consider me significantly more impressed. I like his new family.
         “Now I’m gonna make Sarde wish that he’d never been born and that he’ll never be reborn,” he states grimly, Stand’s next punch taking the monster’s head clean off. It doesn’t seem to be that worried about it, since it keeps coming. “There are things no one should miss.”
         “It half feels like I wasn’t there for it,” she admits, and then shakes her head, a smile appearing on her face. “He’s pretty much my age, so don’t just pummel every Stand User you don’t know, ‘kay? His Stand’s got something to do with dreams.”
         “So, probably not this one, then,” he muses, pausing. Eventually, he sighs. “Could we get some help? …Okuyasu, don’t…never mind.” The other fighter disappears beneath the weight of one of the spiky things. “This is one of the weirdest Stands I’ve ever seen. It appears to be changing people into weird monsters. And the User and the Stand seem to be doing pretty well at hiding.”
         “Oh, come on, stop hurrying us. We thought you and Okuyasu would have this ‘in hand’. We’re coming as fast as we can,” someone else answers. It’s a woman she doesn’t recognize, and she’s apparently not a Slayer. Another Stand User, probably.
         Giles speaks up. “Actually, that’s not a Stand. Those are Gjorha demons. Their tails are their weak spots. If you separate that from their bodies they, er…well, they won’t be feasting on anyone’s livers anytime soon.”
         “Ewww,” Xander’s grandpa says with a disgusted face. His Stand dives at the nearest one and pulls out the tail with a pop. The demon’s just few seconds too slow as it goes into a ball, hitting the Stand with a few of the spikes. And it stops moving. “That hurt,” he states dangerously, and a couple of the Slayers shift in response. He’s changed classification in their minds, from goofy to dangerous. And of course, as every Slayer knows, the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
         Buffy speaks up. It’s probably time for her to do that, anyway, as the nominal leader, and, well.
         She still has trauma from the war with the First, still worries about not being the good leader, still is scared that everyone will turn their backs on her. But Giles had explained that that was another trick from the First, just a subtle nudge to drive them apart, and in the end, they always came back together. Nothing can keep the Scoobies apart for too long, she tells herself. Xander will be back before they know it. And oddly enough, seeing that other Stand, the one that’s not with Xander’s grandfather, swipe a hand and seeing the tail fall off and the demon curl up is comforting. She’s had a really weird life. “Did you try to get in touch with Xander?”
         Andrew shrugs. “I did, but I guess he’s still asleep.”
         The Slayer nods. “Okay, that makes sense.” She glances at the others. “We’re going to summarize everything that we know, and then we can get the reports of those in the field. We wanna pool everything we know and have everyone on the same page.”
         “Great,” pompadour comments distractedly, dodging a charging demon. There’s a period of awkward silence, and Buffy laughs. “Okay, who wants to start?”