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Go Razorbacks!

By Steeleye.

Disclaimer:I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the movie 'Red Dawn', which was directed by John Milius and written by Kevin Reynolds and John Milius. I write these stories for fun not profit.

Crossover: BtVS with the movie 'Red Dawn', the full blooded, down to earth 1984 version, not the pale, insipid remake that slithered shamefully onto our movie screens a couple of years ago.

Spelling, Punctuation, and Grammar: Written in glorious UK-English (the original and best) which is different to US-English.

Timeline: Set during BtVS Season Two, with added Dawn.

Words: Twenty-eight chapters of 2500 plus words.

Warnings: 'Red Dawn' made the Guinness Book of Records for having the most acts of violence of any film up to that time. According to their calculations, 134 acts of violence occurred per hour, or, 2.23 per minute...so yeah there's gonna be some violence and maybe even some harsh language! Also...character deaths!

Summary:War comes to Sunnydale High; '...Xander suddenly realised just how scared he really was; there he stood, he had one hand on Buffy's butt and the other on her leg and he could see right up the very short skirt she was wearing...and he didn't care!'

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Author's note.
Just a couple of things before we start. First, Dawn is just a normal fourteen year old girl (this makes her a little older than canon) she is not the 'Key' she's just Buffy's little sister.

Secondly; I'm writing this entirely from Buffy and her friends perspective. Although I did work out how I thought the war would go (based largely on an old SPI game called 'Invasion America') I'm not going into anything about the 'Bigger Picture' unless it impacts directly on the action in the fic.

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When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation 1768-1813

Parent Teachers Night, Sunnydale High, September 1997.

Sitting on an upturned crate in the janitor's closet, Willow wondered what had possessed her to do it; exactly why had she rescued Cordelia? Resting her chin in her hand, she sighed heavily. Letting the vampire eat the girl would have been 'bad', she'd told herself. Particularly if she'd been in a position to help out, which she had been. Parent Teacher Night had been coming to a close (of course her parents hadn't turned up, they were away in Portland), Principal Snyder had switched out the lights in the student's common area to signal the end of the meeting. Within moments of the lights going out the vampires had smashed their way through the windows and into the school.

Screaming in fear Willow had run. Had she been paying more attention she'd have run in the same direction as Buffy and her mom, but she hadn't; she'd been scared out of her mind and she'd just run in any direction that there weren't vampires. This was how she'd found herself running down the corridor that led towards the gym. Then she'd sort of noticed someone being dragged off by a vampire, it had only been after she'd used the wooden bust of Mayor Richard Wilkins the First as a club that Willow realised she'd accidentally saved Cordelia Chase from almost certain death. Darn, thought Willow, as she grabbed the cheerleader by the hand, but it was no use crying over spilt milk.

Somehow using the bust to hit the vampire over the back of its head had centred Willow and she started thinking with her cool, human, brain and not with her terrified, tiny, lizard brain. After grabbing Cordelia she'd dragged her into a nearby janitor's closet. Slamming and locking the door Willow knew that short of breaking down the door the vampires couldn't get in, perhaps they wouldn't even notice them. On the other hand she was now trapped in a small, hot room with the girl she'd hated with a fiery passion for most of her school life, looking at it that way, perhaps being eaten or turned into a vampire wouldn't be that bad.

“I'm scared,” Cordelia whispered as she guarded the door clutching a broom in her hands, “are you scared? No you can't be, you're used to being chased by all these totally weird things...why do these things always happen to me?”

“Karma,” Willow muttered under her breath and then a little louder she said, “Of course I'm scared,” she replied her voice hard and unforgiving; Cordy turned to look down at her and Willow had to admit the girl really did look frightened, Willow's heart softened...a little, “Here, come sit next to me.”

Shifting to make room, Willow patted the crate next to her, putting down her broom, Cordy sat down next to her. Sitting there almost touching, Willow could feel Cordelia tremble with fear. Again, not really knowing why, it was probably just the natural need to comfort another human-being in pain or distress, Willow reached out and took hold of Cordelia's hand. Half expecting to have Cordelia snatch her hand away, Willow was surprised when Cordy moved closer and held her hand a little more tightly, the girl really must be scared. Outside in the corridor there was a blood curdling scream followed by a crash as something was knocked over.

“I don't want to die!” Cordy wailed as she turned and hugged Willow in her fear.

“There, there,” Willow said self-consciously as she patted Cordelia on the back trying to comfort her, “erm...is it me or is it really hot in here?”

Sitting there with Cordelia's head resting on her shoulder, Willow could feel one of Cordy's breasts pressing against her own. She was also starting to get some majorly inappropriate thoughts go through her mind as she decided that Cordy's boob felt pretty nice where it was pressed.

“I'm sorry Willow,” Cordy moved away slightly so she could look Willow in the eye.

“Sorry for what?” for some reason Willow felt a little disappointed that Cordy wasn't holding her any more.

“For every mean word I've ever said to you over however many years we've been at school together...”

“Hey,” Willow smiled, “that's o...”

“Hey, I'm talking here,” Cordy snapped, “I'm apologising so like don't interrupt...”

“Okay,” Willow replied a little breathlessly.

“Now where was I?” Cordy pondered the question.

“Mean words,” Willow prompted.

“Oh yeah,” Cordy smiled brightly, “every mean word or catty comment I've made about the way you dress, which was totally justified, I mean... anyway I could have said it in a nicer way.”

“Oh that's okay,” Willow suddenly felt a real need to make Cordy feel better, “I know you have a position to maintain with your crowd and it was totally all my fault for having no fashion sense.”

“Oh that's so totally sweet of you to admit it,” Cordy hugged Willow again.

This time when Cordy pushed her breasts against Willow's, Willow felt her heart begin to beat like a drum, she felt her skin flush and there was a strange tingly feeling between her legs as her breathing became more rapid; she was also pretty sure that if she looked in a mirror right now her eyes would be dilated. Pulling away from Cordy, which was something Willow now found she really didn't want to do, she looked into the cheerleader's eyes.

“Oh Cordy...” Willow gasped surprised at the breathless emotion in her voice.

“Oh Willow...” Cordelia sighed with desire.

Within seconds the two girls had their lips pressed together as they ran their hands of each other's bodies in a passionate embrace.

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A Janitor's Closet, sometime later.

“This never happened,” Cordelia stood with her back towards Willow as she buttoned up her blouse.

“No, of course not,” Willow agreed as she tried to pull her bra back into place without actually taking off her top.

“If this ever got out, I'd never be able to show my face in school again,” Cordy smoothed down her short skirt and straightened her blouse.

“Me neither,” Willow agreed as she turned her back to Cordy, hitched up her own skirt and pulled her panties straight; as she did so she momentarily relived how Cordy had stroked her and...

No, Willow admonished herself and banished these thoughts to the darkest recesses of her mind, this sort of thinking led only to heartache and insanity.

“It must have been all the fear...what with the vampires an'all,” Willow began to explain.

“Yeah fear!” Cordy clutched at any straw to explain away what they'd just done.

“Yeah,” Willow expounded on her theory, “the vampires, the fear of being killed, it was all just a natural reaction to the possibility of dying...”

“Yeah, right!” Cordy agreed nodding eagerly as the two teenagers turned to face each other again, “That's what it was,” she smiled without any great conviction, “it must have been the fear and the heat and the...”

Cordy started to move towards Willow again leading with her lips, her eyes half closed.

“NO!” Willow cried in panic causing Cordelia to back off a little, “Look, the vamps musta gone by now, it should be safe to go home...”

“Yeah, home,” Cordy agreed as she swept her hair away from her face, “do I look presentable? Is my make up good to go?”

“You look...” Willow found herself gazing longingly into Cordy's eyes again as she replayed everything that had happen in the last half hour in her mind; with a great effort of will she pulled herself back to reality. “Fine...you look...really...” Willow wanted to say 'sexy' but stopped herself just in time, “...wonderful...”

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Sunnydale High, the following morning.

Being so distracted by the memories of what'd happened the night before, Willow didn't at first hear Buffy as she called to her.

“Willow!” Buffy hurried along the corridor easily dodging between the other students until she came up behind her friend, “Willow,” Buffy called again as she touched Willow on the shoulder and saw the vacant look in the other girl's eyes when she eventually turned to face her. “Willow?” Buffy said yet again but now with real concern in her voice, “You okay?”

“Okay?” Willow was acting like this was a really, really hard Math problem, “Erm, yeah I'm good...”

“You sure?” Buffy didn't sound convinced, she linked her arm through Willow's as they continued their walk along the corridor together, “I'm sorry we got separated in all the carnage and slayage last night, but I had to look out for my mom and...”

“No that's totally okay,” Willow reassured her friend, “I understand and your mom comes first. Anyway I hid out in a janitor's closet...with Cordelia.”

“Cordelia!?” Buffy brought them both to a halt and looked in wide eyed shock at her friend, “That musta been...been...” words failed Buffy for a moment, “...well that musta been like totally intense.”

“Oh it was,” Willow sighed longingly.

“Willow,” Buffy was now feeling very concerned about how her friend was acting, “are you sure you're okay?”

“Look, Buffy,” Willow's laugh was just a little too brittle to be one-hundred-percent genuine, “I'm fine, in fact I'm more than fine, I'm great...oh excuse me...”

Willow unlinked her arm from Buffy's and went over to a water fountain to take a drink. Just as she had drunk her fill, Cordelia and a couple of her friends appeared on the scene and stopped, Cordy looked at Willow.

“You know, Willow,” Cordy said without a trace of meanness or sarcasm, “You have really nice hair you should really do something more with it.”

Buffy's jaw almost hit the floor as she watched Cordy and her friends continue on down the corridor.

“Is there an apocalypse on the way or was Cordy actually being nice for once?” Buffy wanted to know, she turned to look at Willow, “What did you do to her in that janitor's closet?”

“DO!?” Willow almost panicked, had her best-friend guessed what Cordy and herself had been doing? “No...” she shook her head, “...we didn't do anything, we...we...” Willow tried to think of something to explain Cordy's strange actions, “...we just had a moment last night, y'know with all the fear and the vampires an' such...” Willow took a deep breath, “...we understand each other so much better now.” Willow congratulated herself on explaining without really explaining and not telling a lie.

“What's going on?” Xander demanded as he joined Willow and Buffy as Cordelia walked off into the distance, “Did I miss something?”

“Not so much,” Buffy shrugged, “either Cordy's been taking 'niceness pills' or its the start of the final apocalypse...”

“Ah good,” Giles arrived before Buffy could complete her thoughts on the likely reasons for Cordy being 'nice', “I'm glad I found you all together...”

“What's up Giles,” Buffy looked up at her watcher, “you look more than normally hyper, what is it,” she laughed lightly, “the world about to end?”

“Yes,” Giles replied succinctly, “very possibly...”

“Didn't I say?” Buffy rolled her eyes, “I knew it was too good to be true, Cordelia being nice is the first sign of the impending final apocalypse!”

“What?” Giles looked down at his slayer with more than the usual amount of confusion, “Cordelia's caused an apocalypse? No this is much worse...have any of you seen Miss Calendar?”

“No, why?” Willow wanted to know.

“Well, its best I tell you all what I've found out at the same time,” Giles explained urgently, “we may not have much time and we'll need all the help we can get to defeat this, whatever 'this' is.”

“This sounds serious,” Buffy frowned before taking charge, “Okay guys, we'll split up, find Miss Calendar and meet back in the library in ten minutes, okay?”

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The Library, fifteen minutes later.

“I was looking through my books of prophecy the other night,” Giles explained as the three teens and Jenny Calendar settled themselves around the research table, “Unfortunately, due to one thing and another I wasn't able to complete my calculations for some of the dates until this morning. As you may know the calender has changed several times over the years so...”

“Giles,” Buffy stopped Giles' impending lecture on calenders and dates in its tracks, “focus please, the apocalypse?”

“Sorry yes,” Giles picked up a heavy, leather bound tome from the table and opened it at a marked page, “the apocalypse, right...this comes from a book of prophecies written by Donald MacDonald an obscure and little known Scottish seer who lived in the 1500's when he wrote a book containing all his prophecies,” Giles looked at his audience to see them all starring blankly up at him. “Well, here we go...” Giles began to read the prophesy from the book.

“In th' one thoosandth, nine hunder an' ninety seventh year ay uir laird,” Giles started to read, “upon St Crispin's day th' skies will open an' demons will rain frae th' heavens bringin' death an' fire tae th' warld. Oan 'at day aw th' races ay cheil will be united in their fear an' terrur an' darkness will engulf th' warld until th' end ay time.”

“Say what?” Willow frowned.

“Rupert, are you sure you've got that right?” Jenny asked.

“May I add a resounding...huh?” Xander asked.

“Once more in English, Giles,” Buffy added.

“Oh all right, once more without the accent,” Giles replied and started to read from the hand written notes he'd prepared. “In the one-thousandth-nine-hundred-and-ninety-seventh year of our Lord, upon St Crispin's day the skies will open and demons will rain from the heavens bringing death and fire to the world. On that day all the races of man will be united in their fear and terror and darkness will engulf the world until the end of time.”

“Best not renew my subscription to Babylon 5 Monthly,” Xander observed quietly.

“How sure are you that this will happen?” Buffy wanted to know.

“Well,” Giles put down his book, “as with all prophesies there's always room for double meanings and miscalculation, but...”

“But?” everyone chorused.

“MacDonald is very...what's the word I'm looking for...?” Giles hesitated for a moment too long.

“Scottish?” Willow offered.

“Owned a farm?” Xander suggested.

“Ee-ie-ee-ie-oh,” Buffy added for emphasis

“Well, yes but...” again Giles seemed to be having difficulty finding the right words, “...he doesn't waffle like other seers, he tends to write down exactly what he sees and doesn't embellish it,” Giles paused for a moment, “you'll also notice that he's pretty specific about the date.”

“St Crispin's Day?” Buffy asked.

“Twenty-fifth of October,” Jenny pointed out without hesitation.

“The five-hundred-and-eighty-second anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt,” Giles observed.

“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...” Xander quoted unexpectedly.

“Siblings,” Willow corrected before adding, “girls here. That gives us about a month to prepare,” she continued soberly all thoughts of her little adventure with Cordelia forgotten.

“Yes,” Giles agreed, he turned to the computer sciences teacher, “Miss Calendar can you help us?”

“Of course,” Jenny nodded, “I'll go on line and talk to some of my contacts, see if they've heard anything. If they haven't I'm sure I can dig something up.”

“Good,” Giles nodded, “Willow can you search the internet with Ms Calendar?”

“Yeah, no problemo,” Willow shifted herself to the seat in front of the computer monitor and started to tap out search requests on the keyboard.

“Buffy, you better start collecting more weapons, here's the key to my flat.”

“Got it,” Buffy snatched the keys out of the air but didn't otherwise move.

“So, what shall I do?” Xander wanted to know.

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot,” Giles searched his mind for something that Xander could do, “I suppose you could help me research my books.”

“Hey! I'm a book researching demon!” Xander declared enthusiastically.

As everyone got on with their tasks, Buffy walked over to have a private word with Giles.

“Look Giles,” Buffy laid her hand on Giles' arm as she looked up at him, “this, darkness will engulf the world thing and demons raining from the sky sounds like a totally worldwide thing, not just Sunnydale.”

“I agree,” Giles nodded, “I'll contact the council in London they'll get a warning out if its necessary.”

“You sure?”

“I'm sure,” Giles nodded, “but we better get to work there's not much time...”

There was in fact less time than even Giles suspected.

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