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Who Helps Guard The Guardians

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Summary: The Scoobies get an unusual request for help from some unusual people. A somewhat crack!tastic response to Joe Hundredaire's Foresight TTH challenge 7320.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Movies > Rise of the GuardiansGreywizardFR1511,4200153,09024 Dec 1224 Dec 12Yes
Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss and ME, or DreamWorks Animation. Neither 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' nor 'Rise of the Guardians' belong to me. Yes, I know that that's outrageous, but that's the way things stand. I've learned to live with it, so you should, too.

Category: Crossover: Movies > Other: SciFi/Fantasy.

Time Frame: Present day.

Spoilers: None whatsoever intended, but there may be some minor references to past occurrences, which you'd probably recognize, regardless.

Character Bashing: No, not in this one. Unless, of course, you're a fan of Satan Claws and his evil minions. In which case, you're in for quite a bit of disappointment.

Feedback: Of course! As Tenhawk has noted, it's the coin of the realm

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #24 in my own personal Christmas Fic-A-Day Challenge.

Author’s Note 4: Some of the initial dialogue is taken from transcripts of Season Five's episode, 'The Body,' from the Buffyworld website.

Author's Note 5: I couldn't really have a Christmas Fic-A-Day Challenge without having at least one of the stories dealing with Christmas, so here it is. It's on the short side, but it's what my muse told me to write, so maybe she'll tell me how she wants it followed up at a later date.

And I hope everyone has a very Happy Holiday, regardless of whatever religious beliefs you may or may not possess! And remember, Snoopy Dance!

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The Summers family’s dining room
1630 Revello Drive
Sunnydale, CA


Christmas lights were hung around the walls and festive holiday candles were burning brightly at various locations around the room, providing a cheery and celebratory air.

Buffy, Anya, Xander, Faith and Andrew were seated on one side of a table filled with the remnants of a well-stocked Christmas Eve dinner, while Dawn, Willow, Tara and Kennedy were seated on the opposite side, with Giles sitting at one end of the table and Joyce at the other.

"My nog tastes funny," Dawn announced with a grimace of distaste. "I think I got one with rum in it."

"That's bad?" Willow asked as she glanced over at the brunette adolescent.

"Yeah, now Santa's gonna pass you right by, naughty booze hound," a widely-smiling, two-eyed Xander teased the younger teen, making both Tara and Dawn giggle.

"Santa always passes me by," Willow complained with a smile. "Something puts him off. Could be it's the big honkin' menorah."

"Oh, did you write him a letter?" Tara asked Dawn as she beamed one of her beatific smiles at the teen.

"What'd you ask for?" Xander chimed in with one of his trademarked grins.

"Um, guys, hello, puberty? Sorta figured out the whole no Santa thing," Dawn answered them all with the traditional put-upon air of a long-suffering teenager.

"That's a myth," Anya announced to the table in her normally a-mater-of-fact way.

"Yeah. I know," Dawn gave a semi-aggravated sigh.

"No, I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus," the former demoness corrected her table companions, drawing a surprised look from everyone.

"The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend," Xander chimed in, turning to smile at the honey-blonde-haired beauty.

"There's a Santa Claus?" Tara asked in an astonished and hopeful voice.

"Mm-hmm," Anya nodded her confirmation. "Been around since, like, the 1500s. He wasn't always called Santa, but you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney – all true."

"All true?" Dawn smiled, a hopeful expression lighting up her face.

"Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowel children for their parents to find in the morning," the ex-vengeance demon noted, nonchalantly, "but otherwise..."

"The reindeer part was nice, though," Tara said, filling the subsequent silence following Anya's words. But then Anya stood up from her place at the table, and looked around at her friends and family.

"It turns out I was wrong about what I told you people, back then," the former Anyanka announced to the quietly watching Scoobies, who were now all frowning, to various degrees, at the familiarity of the situation.

{ Back then? } Xander thought to himself, confused and suddenly getting a very bad feeling about this.

"Not about there being a demon who came down chimneys and eviscerated children," she qualified her statement, "but about there not being a real being embodying the spirit of love and compassion which characterizes this season."

Stepping away from the table, the now faintly glowing honey-haired blonde woman smiled at everyone present and informed them, "The being you call Santa Claus is known by many names around the world – Kris Kringle, Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas…

"Unfortunately, he has a demonic doppelganger who calls itself Satan Claws," Anya continued, a frown now marring her gorgeous features, "and the demon utilizes that same innocence and naiveté of the children who believe in Santa to prey on and, if at all possible, slaughter those poor, unsuspecting kids."

"And this demon has somehow managed to not only possess Santa and take control of his body," Tara stated, talking over this part of what was now clearly some sort of dream, "but he's also managed to enthrall most of Santa's associates and allies, as well, so that none of them would be able to oppose him.

"And based on everything we've learned over the past few days, he's most likely planning to slaughter thousands of children this Christmas, as part of a ritual which will open the Gates to the Far Beyond and allow the Elder Things access once again," the gentle, golden-haired Wicca told them with a sorrowful expression on her lovely features.

"Fortunately, however," Joyce now took up the narrative, and everyone turned their heads to focus on her, "not all of Santa's associates were affected by whatever Satan Claws used to beguile their other allies. They've been working to stop his plan, but they'll be needing as much help as they can get.

"They'll be showing up at the House, quite shortly," the mature auburn-haired beauty informed the now attentively-listening Scoobies.

"And don't be put off by their appearance," Joyce cautioned them, the small smile dancing at the corners of her mouth merely emphasizing her loveliness. "They're just as good at what they do as you guys are."

As the periphery of the room began to waver and fade, the Scoobies could literally feel the love and affection of all three dead women reach out and encompass them all.

"Take care, my darlings, and know that we love you all," Joyce declared with a smile as the scene began to dissipate around them.

With a variety of groans and muttered imprecations, each member of the Scooby Gang awoke, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep and rolled out of their beds, pulling on their clothes as they headed to the kitchen, so as to begin planning what they could do to help.

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Thanks to the warning they'd been given, none of the Scoobies over-reacted when an eight foot diameter portal suddenly shimmered into existence in the center of the kitchen wall, which normally bordered one of the main storage rooms, and three beings stepped through, an air of caution and wariness clearly evident around each member of the trio.

"Good morning," Dawn nonchalantly greeted their visitors as Buffy, Faith and Kennedy all throttled back their Slayer instincts. They returned the cutlery they'd reflexively grabbed back to the table, in lieu of launching it against their visitors, while Xander and Andrew each respectively lowered their Glock 21 and 'enhanced' X26 taser pistols. The barely noticed shimmer around Willow's upraised right hand also faded away as no one on either side made any aggressive moves.

"Care for a cup of coffee?" the red-haired Director of the Sineya Assembly's Linguistics and Library Science Divisions asked, gesturing towards the various carafes on the table.

"Nah. I'll pass," the barefoot white-haired youth casually carrying the weathered shepherd's crook staff in his left hand shook his head as he gave the carefully-watching group of people an equally cautious evaluation. "But thanks for asking."

"Never touch the stuff," the six and a half foot tall humanoid lagomorph announced. The Australian accent coloring his words and the boomerang clutched in his right hand served to emphasize the significant differences between this being and the Brooklyn-accented Bugs Bunny image that his appearance would normally evoke. "Don't suppose you people have any carrot juice available, eh?"

The third arrival, a short golden-skinned and –haired being, dressed in a gold robe and somewhat reminiscent of a dwarf, smiled and shook his head but didn't answer verbally. Although an image of a red circle with a line crossing through it superimposed over a coffee briefly cup appeared above his head.

"We were told we might be able to get some assistance, here, dealing with a problem we've run into, recently," the youth said, after a moment of silence passed.

"Okay. Exactly what sort of problem is it you're talking about?" Kennedy Rosenberg asked as she slide her chair a bit closer to her wife

"My name's Jack Frost, and I'm the Guardian of Joy and Fun; this is Bunny, the Guardian of Hope; and that's Sandy, the Guardian of Dreams," the ostensible teenager introduced himself, following up with a gesture identifying each of his companions.

"Y'see, a friend of ours seems to have gotten possessed by a demon, and …"

FIN (At least for now)

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