Title: Perfect Escape

Author: lisa roquin

Fandom:BtVS/Tremors

Pairing: none

Rating: I've lost my mind? Er, no...well how about 13?

Disclaimer: No copyrighted charecters are any way shape or form mine. They belong to their respective creators, production companies, publishers etc. No harm intended. No money made.

Summary: The Chaos Warlock imprisoned by the Initiative escapes and makes it all the way to a perfectly hellish little town called Perfection.

Author's Note: There *is* a perfectly logical explanation for this. Honest. Eldest Monkey wanted to know if he could watch Tremors (again) after the littles zonked out since it was the weekend. I was trying to think of something to do with Ethan...and eeek! This is what you get.

Written for twsthellmouth 20 minutes with Ethan Challenge.

He just about had it. The spell should work perfectly. He only had to wait until the shift change on the gaurds at three. He would have exactly four minutes to perform the spell. It would be cutting it a bit close, but still should be enough time.

Ethan Rayne smirked as his lunch was delivered by the young soldier boy. "Someone's been taking their vitamins" Ethan snorted. The boy wasn't much more than eighteen, and in the three months he'd been assigned Ethan's watching had put on a good sixty pounds of muscle. And these fools mucking about with things they didn't have the slightest idea of thought he was the dangerous one? Five months as the 'guest' of the Initiative was more than enough. Ripper should be calmed down enough, or at least no longer actively looking for Ethan.

He heard the alarms sounding as the spell took hold of him.

~*~

He landed in the dirt. Well, he'd tried for unpopulated place, but the middle of the desert...that was a bit too unpopulated. Dusting himself off Ethan stood and looked about. A road. A road meant civilizarion. That was good. He was alive and out of the Initiative's little section of Area 51. Even better.

"What the devil?" Ethan frowned as the strange creature that looked like some sort of monstrously mutated bug landed not far from him. He backed away blinking.

"HEY YOU! DAMN IT, MAN! GET AWAY FROM THAT ASSBLASTER!"

Ethan blinked turning to look at the man who had pulled up in a jeep. Nevada liscence plates. Too close to New Mexico and Area 51 for comfort. And did he just say assblaster?

"GET OVER HERE!! NOW!! THAT ASSBLASTER AND EL BLANCO HAVE BEEN GOIN AT EACH OTHER ALL DAY!"

Demonic looking monster on one side...Psychotic looking Redneck in a strange combination of military fatigue pants and plaid shirt with what looked like a belt of grenades looped over his shoulder. Not exactly easy to determine which was the less dangerous choice.

Redneck threw a grenade in the opposite direction. Some sort of giant worm demon was emerging from the dirt and roared it's aggravation at the grenade-spattered debris of dirt and rock that hit it.

Demon bug...let out a strange noise that had Ethan's attention swinging back to it, the words of a spell ready on his tongue.

The bug monster took flight--by way of -- well shooting fire out of its arse.

"Well, I expect that explains the name Assblaster" Ethan managed.

Redneck in the jeep swerved off the road and drove at a frightening speed toward Ethan.

"You nearly ran over my foot."

"Are you nuts? That Assblaster couldda had ya for food! Something's set them off yesterday morning. Ya ain't from around here are you?"

"Whatever gave you that clue...and where exactly am I?"

"Five miles outta Perfection Nevada"

"Perfection..." Ethan stared at the two creatures fighting. Yesterday morning, when the first preliminary spell was set. The Chaos Spell that had allowed Ethan to find the perfect place to disappear too must have disturbed the creatures who with the timing of their supposedly odd behavior were obviously magically sensative. He began laughing. "Perfection, how bloody perfect"