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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the associated concepts, settings & characters or Power Ranges and the associated concepts, settings & characters. I only own my OCs and ideas.

All original characters are the property of Celgress.

Go Go Slayer Rangers – Prologue: Origins

By Celgress

"A butterfly flaps it's wings in the Rift Valley of Africa a month later a hurricane caused by the initial movement of air devastates New York City."

The Butterfly Effect

"Choices are the hinges of destiny."

Pythagoras of Samos (c.570 – c.495 BCE)

Sunnydale Halloween 1997, afternoon

There are moments in life when the smallest decision can have profound unforeseen consequences on the future which can echo down through the ages. Buffy Summers and her friends had no idea once such choice would soon occur little own that it would involve them. Sometimes destiny truly does turn on a dime.

Principle Snyder scowled at the motley crew of students standing before him. "All right listen up miscreants. Yes Ms. Chase what is it?" Snyder sighed at Cordelia who had raised her hand for the third time since the meeting had begun.

"I don't understand why I'm here." Cordelia said crinkling her nose in disgust. "I'm not a trouble maker like these others." Cordelia gestured at Buffy, Willow and Xander.

"Gee thanks Cordy." Xander said rolling his eyes.

"You're here Ms. Chase because I caught you breaking the rules same goes for Mr. Osborn. Littering is a serious offense." Snyder explained again taking a deep breath.

"Whatever, it was only a candy bar wrapper." Cordelia said.

"I'm still unclear what my offense was." Oz said.

"Public nuisance," Snyder quickly replied.

"My band was practicing on the green, it was noon." Oz reasoned.

"Your music sucks." Snyder said flatly.

"Hey, we are a rather eclectic mix of various schools of song making. We…" Oz said defensively.

"You suck," Snyder repeated then rubbing his hands to together with glee said, "now on to my favorite part of this job, punishment."

Angel's Apartment, dusk

"So that's the story we need adult supervision or our group spends the next month worth of weekends in detention and Giles is ah busy with Miss Calendar," Buffy said giving Angel her best puppy dog eyes. "C'mon Angel say yes. Look on the bright side we can spend Halloween together."

"Buffy," Angel said trying to let his Slayer girlfriend down gently. "I'm not good with kids. They hate me. I hate them."

"I think you're selling yourself short Angel." Buffy said pouting. "Please do it for me."

"What exactly does this whole taking little kids trick or treating entail?" Angel asked warily.

"Nothing much, just escorting them around town for a couple of hours while they beg candy off shut ins." Buffy said.

"Alright," Angel reluctantly agreed. "Remember you owe me."

"Of course," Buffy said happily. "Buffy owes Angel one favor of his choosing at an unspecified date."

"Let me grab my coat and we'll head out." Angel said picking up his familiar trench coat.

"Um you won't need your coat tonight." Buffy said biting her lower lip.

Angel froze, "why not, Buffy what's going on?" Angel asked turning around to face Buffy.

"Surprise," Buffy said holding up a pair of cheaply constructed, plastic Power Rangers masks and matching shirts; one red the other white. "I call dribs on red."

"Oh no," Angel said backing up.

"Angel you promised no backing out now. Everyone in our group will be wearing one. We got a great deal on an assorted pack." Buffy said. "If you welch on this I'll never forgive you."

"The things I do for love." Angel muttered taking the White Ranger uniform from Buffy's hand.

"Thanks Angel," Buffy said grinning.

"Remember you owe me, big." Angel said slipping the plastic mask over his face.

Streets of Sunnydale several hours later, near dawn

"Talk about a rush," Cordelia said as she reverted back to normal from her Pink Ranger form.

"Indeed," Oz said inspecting his own body quickly noting he was no longer the Black Ranger.

"Guys something is wrong." Angel said.

"What is it Angel?" Buffy said rushing to her boyfriend's side.

"I feel, warm and I've got a heartbeat." Angel said staring at the others in wonder. "I think, I'm, human again."

"B-But how," Willow formerly the Yellow Ranger stammered.

"If I had to guess I'd say our jiffy new hardware might explain dead boy's suddenly turn towards the living." Xander until recently the Blue Ranger said waving around his right arm. There clasped firmly around his wrist was a thick, silver bracelet within the center of which sat a gleaming golden Power Coin.

"We all have one." Cordelia said checking her own right wrist and then glancing at those of her companions.

"Hey don't call Angel dead boy Xander." Buffy snapped.

"Sorry," Xander said putting up his hands in a sign of surrender.

"I guess we're Power Rangers from here on out." Oz said quirking an eyebrow, "freaky."

"You don't know the half of it." Cordelia snorted.

"Hey stranger things have happened, especially around here." Xander laughed.

"You got that right." Willow said with a small chuckle of her own. "Chalk another one up to the Hell Mouth."

"Feeling a little out of the loop here," Oz said eyeing the others suspiciously.

"Where should we begin?" Buffy mused.

"How about by telling me what exactly a 'Hell Mouth' is?" Oz said.

"An easy one," Angel said sarcastically.

"I got this." Xander said. "Ever read any Lovecraft?"

The Sunken Church

The delicate balance between dimensions had been disrupted. The vortex at the heart of the Hell Mouth convulsed violently for several seconds spitting out a living nightmare before once more becoming relatively stable. Surveying it's surroundings the abomination stood to it's full height of seven feet. Green and purple skinned the thing resembled a cross between a giant wasp, complete with crystalline wings, and a human skeleton with the barbed tail of a scorpion. Fiery blue eyes sat above a fang filled mouth within a skull like face framed by a crown of long, jagged horns. Willowy limbs each ended in six, long thin digits sharped to a razor's point.

"Freedom," The thing said in an oddly harmonious voice. Shaking itself three times it morphed into a white robbed man of roughly sixty with a cherubic face, short white hair bald on top, piercing blue eyes and an easy smile. In his left hand was held a long wooden staff.

"Long has it been since any spawn of Cthulhu has walked this plane unhindered. I Uie'uiexl (Quhe-Und-Zil) shall restore the Old Ones. First I must destroy the enemies of my lords. Only through their enemies' blood can they be restored. To operation on this plane in this form I must assume a human identity. Henceforth I shall be known as, Dwayne Ferguson (meaning Dark Force in Gallic)." The freshly named Dwayne Ferguson strolled out of the craven his sights firmly set on his achieving his terrible objectives.

To Be Continued

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