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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Xander, or Johan, finally gets to call his family (new and old).
Word Count: 1332
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Then again, it’s not as if she’s a total stranger.
“Hi, Mom.” His throat is suddenly tight, voice small. Speedwagon nods reassuringly, successfully diverted from his hacking attempt. A smaller hand slips into his own.
“My boy, all growed up.” That’s right. She’s a dork, when she’s not drunk all the time. Warring memories of his childhood and brief glimpses he’d caught while he was asleep dance in his head.
There’s pride. And, well, awkwardness, but it’s not like she’s the only one.
“That me,” he agrees. The smile’s not going anywhere.
There’s a moment or two of comfortable quiet before she speaks again. “Oh, right. Hang on. I’m putting you on speaker.”
When she does, there’s a chorus of ‘hello’ so loud he can’t really make out the individual voices. He laughs. “Come on, one at a time.”
“Xander!” Dawn sounds like she’s going to cry, which is uncomfortable. He hates seeing the girls cry, especially the one who’s so much like a little sister.
“I have powers now. Whaddya say to some celebratory ice cream, or cake, or better yet ice cream cake, to celebrate when I get back?” His voice is softer, and she sounds better.
She still might cry, but at least she’s sounding happier. “You had better. Hear that, mister? No dying.”
That brings up something he should talk about, but before he can someone else speaks. A voice he’s never heard before, not once in his life, but he recognizes it anyway. “Why are you missing an eye in the picture?”
“Jojo!” he hears—yet another best friend he’s never met in his life, scolding him for being insensitive and just blurting things out—and yet.
“Hi, Jotaro-san…You know what, I’m not going to even try to figure out the relationship between us. You can just be Uncle Jotaro.” His head hurts even thinking about the family tree, and that’s even discounting the whole situation Jotaro had discovered in Italy.
There’s silence. Jotaro’s probably glaring at the phone. Or, well. It’s probably not exactly a glare. He’s gruffly concerned, Johan’s sure.
“There was this whole thing with an evil priest. It’s a long story.” He doesn’t miss the hissed breath, nor the “What’s wrong?” from someone else he knows.
“Hey, Uncle Kakyoin,” he greets. There’s this weird sense of déjà vu, but he’ll figure that out some other day. There’s too much to do while he’s awake, right now.
“It’s nice to meet you, or at least talk to you,” comes the response. “How do you know of me, exactly?”
“Pretender. I can kind of relive the bloodline’s memories, and travel in dreams, as far as I can tell.” That definitely gets a hissed gasp in response, but Uncle Jotaro will probably bully the truth out of the cherry boy without his need to get involved.
“Oh, yeah, G-man, I found a mini-you!” Identical sighs issue from both sides of the line, and Johan just starts giggling.
“Very mature, Jojo,” Fitz growls, reaching over and lightly bopping the Higashikata on the head. Success; he’s starting to get a little more comfortable again. “Fitz. I’ll choose to take it as a compliment. You must also be a man of culture and sense, unlike certain company.”
“Ah, yes.” Giles coughs. He’s pleased. Good. It’s like his family is knitting back together, and it now even has real family there too, which—bonus! “I look forward to talking with you, Fitz. Americans are…an acquired taste, I suppose. It takes a while for you to get used to them. Particularly Californians, particularly those from Sunnydale.”
“Giles!” Willow, outraged—but it’s a mock outrage
“He’s ticklish,” Buffy confides, and Xander gasps in shock, scandalized.
“Betrayal, oh Slayer friend-of-mine. How dare—you—” It’s in the middle of his highly theatrical slumping over that he remembers with startling clarity what he’s been trying to forget, and he instantly sobers. It’s a good thing he’s put this phone on speaker, too. His hands are starting to shake. “Buffster—God. I am so sorry.”
He wishes he were there, to hold her hand, hold her as she cried. She really did love Angel.
“Wh-what?” She’s trying to act like she doesn’t know, but they’re no strangers to loss. Her heart has to know what’s wrong.
“Angel. I saw him, too, and he said that he’d been killed.” He has to state it bluntly. No use in dragging this out any more than necessary.
He hears Buffy start to cry. She doesn’t bother asking him whether he’s sure.
“Was it by some sort of water Stand User?” Jotaro, already ready for the next battle, thinking about the next battle. It’s almost easier to deal with.
“He mentioned something about water, and stronger than a Master Vampire. So, probably a demon or something.” He closes his eyes and searches those unfamiliar memories getting catalogued in his brain. “I honestly think he’d have a fair chance against a Stone Mask-style vampire, though if he was caught unawares or something…” Then he remembers something else vital. “He might’ve ended up with the Arrow. Or Wolfram & Hart. I’m not sure.”
“You’re coming here, right?” Josephine asks abruptly, and he hates having to contradict his mother, but.
But something in his blood is telling him that this is important. That he needs to do this. “There’s something going on here. Do you want to say hi, Violetta?”
“Hi!” she squeaks, Whisper stirring restlessly.
Fitz lets out a loud sigh. “It’s been far too long. Time was, this wouldn’t have taken me long at all.”
“Oh, yeah, you should probably talk to Willow on hacking tips,” he mentions.
The witch shakes her head at the phone. Not that he can see it, but he can tell, just from the sound of her voice. “I’m a little rusty. Though I suppose that would be a way I could stretch my legs.”
“I suppose, then, that interesting conversations await, but for now, we have work to do.” He sounds like he’s reading, now. “It says that it’s just like a stabbing that happened in the same location fifteen years ago, down to every exact detail. But the original murderer is dead, and there are quite a few details that weren’t released to the public. I suppose I could call a few people to verify the death, and of course, any skilled hacker could get their hands on the information the same way I’m doing.” He glances at the thief girl, who’s begun to shake, and shakes himself out of it. “My apologies.”
“It’s fine,” she says in a voice barely above a mouse’s squeak.
“A Stand User murderer?” Jotaro’s voice is sharp. “I’ll come.”
He’s also probably not the only one. It’s hard to tell whether Buffy will get her wish, but she’d probably volunteer in a matter of seconds, anxious to do anything to avoid thinking about her grief.
“We’ll try not to attract attention,” Johan agrees. Maybe it’s overly cautious, but having other Stand Users at his back, particularly ones as powerful and dependable as Jotaro, would make him feel more confident. The others probably aren’t happy that he’s not staying where he is, but there’s also a pressing time component to this whole thing.
“Dad might also come, depending on what he says when we get ahold of him again,” Josephine adds. Then, “…Be careful.”
“You too.” He salutes at the phone, even though no one but Fitz and Darling can see him do it. “I’ll let you know where we’re at when you’re ready.” It’s hard to tell what’s going on, but if Wolfram & Hart is involved, their phones might be bugged. Wesley isn’t necessarily to blame—it’s probably hard to keep information out of the hands of the bad guys when you’re working in the middle of Evil Guys Central.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Xander, or Johan, finally gets to call his family (new and old).
Word Count: 1332
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Xander’s not sure what he expects when he calls, but knowing the voice that answers as well as he knows Buffy’s or Willows is not it.
Then again, it’s not as if she’s a total stranger.
“Hi, Mom.” His throat is suddenly tight, voice small. Speedwagon nods reassuringly, successfully diverted from his hacking attempt. A smaller hand slips into his own.
“My boy, all growed up.” That’s right. She’s a dork, when she’s not drunk all the time. Warring memories of his childhood and brief glimpses he’d caught while he was asleep dance in his head.
There’s pride. And, well, awkwardness, but it’s not like she’s the only one.
“That me,” he agrees. The smile’s not going anywhere.
There’s a moment or two of comfortable quiet before she speaks again. “Oh, right. Hang on. I’m putting you on speaker.”
When she does, there’s a chorus of ‘hello’ so loud he can’t really make out the individual voices. He laughs. “Come on, one at a time.”
“Xander!” Dawn sounds like she’s going to cry, which is uncomfortable. He hates seeing the girls cry, especially the one who’s so much like a little sister.
“I have powers now. Whaddya say to some celebratory ice cream, or cake, or better yet ice cream cake, to celebrate when I get back?” His voice is softer, and she sounds better.
She still might cry, but at least she’s sounding happier. “You had better. Hear that, mister? No dying.”
That brings up something he should talk about, but before he can someone else speaks. A voice he’s never heard before, not once in his life, but he recognizes it anyway. “Why are you missing an eye in the picture?”
“Jojo!” he hears—yet another best friend he’s never met in his life, scolding him for being insensitive and just blurting things out—and yet.
“Hi, Jotaro-san…You know what, I’m not going to even try to figure out the relationship between us. You can just be Uncle Jotaro.” His head hurts even thinking about the family tree, and that’s even discounting the whole situation Jotaro had discovered in Italy.
There’s silence. Jotaro’s probably glaring at the phone. Or, well. It’s probably not exactly a glare. He’s gruffly concerned, Johan’s sure.
“There was this whole thing with an evil priest. It’s a long story.” He doesn’t miss the hissed breath, nor the “What’s wrong?” from someone else he knows.
“Hey, Uncle Kakyoin,” he greets. There’s this weird sense of déjà vu, but he’ll figure that out some other day. There’s too much to do while he’s awake, right now.
“It’s nice to meet you, or at least talk to you,” comes the response. “How do you know of me, exactly?”
“Pretender. I can kind of relive the bloodline’s memories, and travel in dreams, as far as I can tell.” That definitely gets a hissed gasp in response, but Uncle Jotaro will probably bully the truth out of the cherry boy without his need to get involved.
“Oh, yeah, G-man, I found a mini-you!” Identical sighs issue from both sides of the line, and Johan just starts giggling.
“Very mature, Jojo,” Fitz growls, reaching over and lightly bopping the Higashikata on the head. Success; he’s starting to get a little more comfortable again. “Fitz. I’ll choose to take it as a compliment. You must also be a man of culture and sense, unlike certain company.”
“Ah, yes.” Giles coughs. He’s pleased. Good. It’s like his family is knitting back together, and it now even has real family there too, which—bonus! “I look forward to talking with you, Fitz. Americans are…an acquired taste, I suppose. It takes a while for you to get used to them. Particularly Californians, particularly those from Sunnydale.”
“Giles!” Willow, outraged—but it’s a mock outrage
“He’s ticklish,” Buffy confides, and Xander gasps in shock, scandalized.
“Betrayal, oh Slayer friend-of-mine. How dare—you—” It’s in the middle of his highly theatrical slumping over that he remembers with startling clarity what he’s been trying to forget, and he instantly sobers. It’s a good thing he’s put this phone on speaker, too. His hands are starting to shake. “Buffster—God. I am so sorry.”
He wishes he were there, to hold her hand, hold her as she cried. She really did love Angel.
“Wh-what?” She’s trying to act like she doesn’t know, but they’re no strangers to loss. Her heart has to know what’s wrong.
“Angel. I saw him, too, and he said that he’d been killed.” He has to state it bluntly. No use in dragging this out any more than necessary.
He hears Buffy start to cry. She doesn’t bother asking him whether he’s sure.
“Was it by some sort of water Stand User?” Jotaro, already ready for the next battle, thinking about the next battle. It’s almost easier to deal with.
“He mentioned something about water, and stronger than a Master Vampire. So, probably a demon or something.” He closes his eyes and searches those unfamiliar memories getting catalogued in his brain. “I honestly think he’d have a fair chance against a Stone Mask-style vampire, though if he was caught unawares or something…” Then he remembers something else vital. “He might’ve ended up with the Arrow. Or Wolfram & Hart. I’m not sure.”
“You’re coming here, right?” Josephine asks abruptly, and he hates having to contradict his mother, but.
But something in his blood is telling him that this is important. That he needs to do this. “There’s something going on here. Do you want to say hi, Violetta?”
“Hi!” she squeaks, Whisper stirring restlessly.
Fitz lets out a loud sigh. “It’s been far too long. Time was, this wouldn’t have taken me long at all.”
“Oh, yeah, you should probably talk to Willow on hacking tips,” he mentions.
The witch shakes her head at the phone. Not that he can see it, but he can tell, just from the sound of her voice. “I’m a little rusty. Though I suppose that would be a way I could stretch my legs.”
“I suppose, then, that interesting conversations await, but for now, we have work to do.” He sounds like he’s reading, now. “It says that it’s just like a stabbing that happened in the same location fifteen years ago, down to every exact detail. But the original murderer is dead, and there are quite a few details that weren’t released to the public. I suppose I could call a few people to verify the death, and of course, any skilled hacker could get their hands on the information the same way I’m doing.” He glances at the thief girl, who’s begun to shake, and shakes himself out of it. “My apologies.”
“It’s fine,” she says in a voice barely above a mouse’s squeak.
“A Stand User murderer?” Jotaro’s voice is sharp. “I’ll come.”
He’s also probably not the only one. It’s hard to tell whether Buffy will get her wish, but she’d probably volunteer in a matter of seconds, anxious to do anything to avoid thinking about her grief.
“We’ll try not to attract attention,” Johan agrees. Maybe it’s overly cautious, but having other Stand Users at his back, particularly ones as powerful and dependable as Jotaro, would make him feel more confident. The others probably aren’t happy that he’s not staying where he is, but there’s also a pressing time component to this whole thing.
“Dad might also come, depending on what he says when we get ahold of him again,” Josephine adds. Then, “…Be careful.”
“You too.” He salutes at the phone, even though no one but Fitz and Darling can see him do it. “I’ll let you know where we’re at when you’re ready.” It’s hard to tell what’s going on, but if Wolfram & Hart is involved, their phones might be bugged. Wesley isn’t necessarily to blame—it’s probably hard to keep information out of the hands of the bad guys when you’re working in the middle of Evil Guys Central.
