THE MISSION: Part Three
by Jeanie The Tortoise Fly
SPOILERS: after "Killed By Death"...Isn't Ryan a cutie?
DISCLAIMER: None of the Buffy characters belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and the WB etc. No copyright infringement intended. Anya, Robyn, TJ and Windrider are real people...they have given me permission to include them in this fic. They don't belong to anyone except themselves...though Anya has on occasion claimed that the bank owns a piece of her...My parents and my pets are real too but they don't get a say in this. Jeanie is me. No one owns me as far as I know so there's no copyright infringement there. The characters and concepts from "The Neverending Story" belong to Michael Ende, not me. When I'm done, I promise that all of the characters will be returned in one piece...even Windrider.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is far form serious or typical of a buffyfic...If I had to classify it I'd say it's humor/desperation. Enjoy...or don't...it's up to you. Feedback is muchly appreciated, and I will use any flame mail to warm up my room [the floor is 1ft underground, and surrounded by cement, so it gets cold in here.]

Part Three

Jeanie, Willow, Robyn, and Xander finally calmed Ryan down and got him home to his parents. They then headed to the Library in search of the Santa look-alike, Jeanie's dad.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in Canada, [Ontario to be exact] Anya was staring, fascinated, at the words which were scrolling across her computer screen. It was amazing. The words appeared as things happened. Anya was quite shocked to suddenly see her name appearing on the screen along with a description of what she was doing. It was very much like the book and movie "the Neverending Story" where Bastian is reading a book and he finds that he is in it, and it is occurring as he reads it.

Anya thought about this too. She found herself thinking about Falkor, the friendly pink-white luckdragon from the movie. She wished that she could ride Falkor to Sunnydale and help out her friends in the search. Suddenly she felt a slight stir in the air. Just as suddenly everything was calm, until:

"Ooooh I've got an itch."

Anya gasped as she spun around, a hard thing to do gracefully in a straight-backed wooden armchair, and found herself facing a large pinky-white luckdragon.

"Um...ah...ahem...who...what...ohh!" Anya berated herself for being so unusually inarticulate. "Are you Falkor?" She asked almost certain of the answer.

"Yes, child. Could you please do me a favor?"

"A favor? I suppose so...what is it?"

"Could you scratch behind my ear? I can't...quite...reach..."

Anya gladly complied, realizing that if she relieved Falkor's itch He'd probably be more likely to help her.

"Ohhhhhhh, a little to the right...up a little...ahhhhhhhhh. There! Ohhh that feels good." Falkor's voice was rich and creamy and he was obviously very happy to have that annoying little itch scratched. "Ohhh thank-you. Well little one, where is it that you want to go? Don't look so surprised, you wished for me to appear so I did. When an Archive Goddess beckons, a luckdragon always comes."

"I thought it was just the wearer of the amulet...or that you at least had to be in Fantasia for that to work." Anya looked slightly confused, but that emotion was faint compared to the absolute joy she felt that her Goddess powers were once again working in her favor. "I'd like to go to Sunnydale to help Jeanie and the others find Jeanie's dad."

"Then climb onto my back and HOLD ON!" Anya complied and as soon as Falkor was sure she was secured, he took off.

"Anya? Your friend TJ wants to come help too, should we stop off and get him on our way?" Anya was a little surprised that Falkor knew so much but she agreed and they flew West to Banff instead of South-West to California.

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Similarly, in Banff, Alberta [Canada], TJ the Dyslexic Ferret was sitting in a swivel chair at his computer, hypnotized by the scrolling words. He noticed that a description of Anya's whereabouts appeared, and after it, one of his own began to scroll across the screen.

Like Anya, TJ began to think of "the Neverending Story," Bastian, and Falkor. When he read that Falkor was with Anya, he wished that Falkor would also bring him along to Sunnydale. Strangely enough, just then he read that Falkor was already ahead of him and that Anya and Falkor were on the way.

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As all of this was happening, Windrider the Lurking Muskrat, was going through the stressful process of correcting the grammar and punctuation in his latest fic. He was hoping to get it posted sometime that week. Windrider had been foolish enough to ask Jeanie to betaread his story. He hadn't anticipated that she would do such a thorough job of it. When Jeanie was finished, Windrider, who was muttering all sorts of crude things about Tortoise-Fly's, literally had hundreds of corrections to make. Finally, when Windrider was about halfway through his story he decided to quit temporarily. After all, there is only so much Constructive Criticism that a guy can take before *he* needs some Prozac. Once he exited his word processor Windrider noticed that there were words scrolling across his computer screen. He had looked soon enough to see that TJ and Anya were traveling to Sunnydale on the back of a luck dragon to help out some friends in need.

Now Windrider, like most people, had seen "The Never Ending Story" and he remembered that luckdragon's were good creatures who were lucky and shared that luck with others. However, he also realized that Falkor was already on the way to Sunnydale, and that Tennessee was *way* out of the way. So he began wishing that there were *two* luckdragons.

Well right about then he felt a gust of wind and got another idea. he could ride the wind to Sunnydale...unfortunately the wind was blowing in the wrong direction so He prepared to land in New york. Lucky for Windrider, Balkar, Falkor's cousin happened to be in New York at that same moment and when Windrider went flying past the Statue of Liberty, Balkar flew underneath him and the Lurking Muskrat landed on the luckdragon's back.

Windrider was so surprised, it took him a moment to realize where he was...it's not every day you find yourself flying on the back of a large purple luckdragon. [note: *dragon* not *dinosaur* I would *never* include that purple dinosaur in any fic unless he was being pummeled to death by many, many, many Vampires and a slayer or two.]

And so our friends were all on their way to Sunnydale California. Actually they all landed in the school parking lot at the same time as Jeanie, Robyn, Xander and Willow arrived there after taking Ryan back to his frantic parents. Unfortunately, as soon as the two luckdragons said their good-byes and everyone else had said their hello's, two very nasty looking Vampires chose this time to feast on some 'Happy Meals on wheels.'

Just as one of the vamps was about to take a nice long drink from TJ's neck, he turned to dust. A moment later the other vamp was dusted as well, and in his place stood one very pretty, petite slayer.

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Okay so It's still not done but at least it's a start. And yes I know it's cheesy but this is fanfic and it's not serious, just silly and a way for me to think of something other than the events of Becoming...which you will notice has not happened yet...nor will it ever happen...in *this* fic. Feedback Please! I don't mind Constructive Criticism...even destructive criticism might be better than no response at all. {grin} ~Jeanie

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