TITLE: Xander Muyo Prologue+Part1

REVISION: 2.0

AUTHOR: Top_Quark and Enterprise1701_d Also a great thanks to datexan or Tex who helped me revise this part and helped write some of the new scenes.

E-MAIL: shadow_quark@yahoo.com and Enterprise1701_d@yahoo.com

FEEDBACK: please, helps me write. I haven't decided what to do yet, I need suggestions.

N/A: Thanks to enterprise, whitewerewolf, and the others that helped with this fic. This is the first in a series of stories that will be in this AU. - TQ

DISCLAIMER: All characters form Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel belong to Joss! The Tenchi Muyo characters belong to AIC or Pioneer. I don't claim ownership. I just wanted to create a story, don't be mad.

Summary: What if Xander was not was he seemed to be, and Buffy's death signaled the beginning of his true destiny?

(Author's note: This will be a crossover with Xander getting powers. As for the crossover you don't need to know where it came from, because I will only use elements and not all of it.)

(New author's note: I assumed that Buffy died in May.)

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Prologue

50,000 + years ago

In a place of eternal beauty, where no matter where you turned or looked everything looked perfect, stood three goddesses, Tokimi, Washu, and Tsunami. In the center of the room, stood a large throne. It was plain looking, being made of wood and having no decorations, but it gave an aura of power and respect, its owner being a being of great importance, and two tiers below that throne stood three equally beautiful thrones. The three upper goddesses walked to their thrones and sat down and contemplated what they where about to decide.

"Sister's, I have called you forth because the darkness that was created when we were brought into this world, has been growing stronger and I fear it will grow beyond us in a few millennia. Although we have been restricted from directly fighting one on one with the evil ones, we still can act and help indirectly," said Washu, the Goddess who had long spiky red hair that flowed all the way to the floor and glowed with an eternal beauty; her beautiful green eyes portraying to her sisters her fears.

"We must destroy it before it's too late; my people can not be left to suffer because of our inability to act." The youngest of the Goddesses Tsunami showed more emotion than the others and was considered weak by her middle sister

The middle of the three sisters turned toward Tsunami and anger was emitted from her like a clear dark wave, "You can not destroy something that is always around us, which is a part of us. You can only contain it and control it so that it cannot push you around. And furthermore, your people are not the only race out in the universe that will be affected, so stop being so sentimental and protective of them."

"Both of you shut up. I called you to together so we can prepare for the future. We all can look into many possible futures, but we can not know what exactly will happen." 'Even though I love my sisters I can't stand it when they start fighting and trying to impose their own views on the other.'

"But Washu-San," whine both Tsunami and Tokimi. Even as elder goddesses they still acted like children when trying to have their elder sister join their side.

Rolling her green eyes, she still wondered how they ever got anything done when all three of them where needed. Washu went on to explain her plan and how it depended on entrusting Tsunami the most.

"Why do we have to trust her with everything? Why her people and not mine? They may be symbiotic but they are very powerful," the pride she felt for her chosen race was evident in her voice. Tsunami chose to not reply to her sister's angry words and waited for her elder sister to answer.

"Her people are the most compatible with our powers and also, in many of our visions, they will grow to be very powerful and my chosen has also joined hers as well," Washu left no room for argument and the three prepared for what they had to accomplish.

Tsunami, the beautiful blue-haired goddess, hoped the best for her people but now she had determined their future. 'May my judgment not be the downfall of my people,' she mentally cried. Her pink eyes showed the worry and sadness at what she would bring upon one of her subjects if all else failed.

20,000+ years ago

A cloaked figure sat in his throne in the grand palace. "Are you sure of this my daughter?"

"Yes father, I must know? How can I protect them if I do not know them," the female figure stepped away from her father and vanished from the room.

650 years ago

A giant ship can be seen entering the solar system. As it nears Earth, we can see that its hull is made of wood… but what kind of wood can be used for space travel? The large dome that encompasses the interior of the ship also protects the life, brain, and spirit of the ship, the space tree known as Ayeka. The ship, named after the crowned princess of the biggest empire in the galaxy, is commanded by and bonded to Prince Akiri, best friend of the lost crowned prince.

Prince Akiri exits his cryo-sleep chamber and a screen appears in front of him with Earth being displayed.

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(Author's note: Present day, two days after Buffy's untimely plummet to her death, as seen in 'The Gift'. The only change to the Gift is that Giles didn't kill Ben. After Buffy knocked the shit out of Glory, Glory attempted to separate her essence from Ben and travel through the portal. The problem was that her battle with the Slayer weakened her too much and she didn't survive the travel. Ben ended up leaving after he saw Buffy's body, because he blamed himself.)

Xander had sneaked into the morgue where Buffy's body was being kept. He still couldn't believe that she was gone. His first love. His best friend. His hero. Gone from his world. He had to see her one more time before he left Sunnydale for good. His relationship with Anya had basically disappeared the moment Buffy died, devastated that such a powerful person in all their lives died. The effect of Joyce's death was still there, but it appeared ten-fold, and Xander did everything he could, but Anya ended up leaving a day after the event.

All he got was a note, saying:

Dear Xander:

My love and restorer of my soul, please forgive me for leaving. Sunnydale has just pushed me to my limits, I am still trying to come to grips with my mortal life and all the death is not helping. I must look for a life without Sunnydale, and it seems without you. I could never ask you to leave your friends, or Dawn. I know how you felt about Buffy and I know you will be Dawn's protector from now on. Please forgive me and I love you.

Anya

Trying to shake off the emptiness he felt without Anya, he made his way to where Buffy's body was stored. As he looked down at her body, he noticed how her beauty was still intact. Sadly, he noted that the sparkle that had made her unique was gone. This was the most painful thing he had ever done.

"Oh please, someone, anything, any god, or goddess, bring her back to me," he whispered silently, a small tear escaping his from his bloodshot eyes. He snorted as if anything good came from the higher-ups. He closed his eyes and bent over to give his best friend one last hug.

"Buffy, I will always love you… Please forgive me for leaving. I just can't handle it anymore. My world collapsed when you died." As he cried, he felt a sense of power flow through him.

Two small triangles appeared on his forehead and then a flash of light appeared around his body and Buffy's. The incredible grief he was going through has isolated him into his own little world of pain and misery. Thanks to his psychological prison, he failed to notice the effects, the slight drain, or the life that flowed back into Buffy's body.

"Goodbye, Buffy. You will always be one of my true loves." Xander turned around and walked toward the door of the morgue and suddenly a bright light appeared around him and he vanished right after he said, "Tsunami I am ready. Please take me to my destiny."

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Buffy had gained consciousness the exact moment Xander disappeared, and she didn't fail to notice it… her enhanced Slayer ears even picked up his words. But what surprised her most was his declaration of love. His words where the last thoughts she had when she slipped back into a coma.

The Magic Box

One month later

Giles was standing behind the counter looking through a new shipment of potions and books. Willow just walked into the shop and sits down next to Tara, who had been helping out Giles since Anya's departure.

"Hi Giles. Hi Honey," she greeted the two people, but her sad mood seemed to spread around the room, causing everyone's thoughts to drift back to Buffy… and Xander's disappearance.

"No word or letters from Xander, Willow?" Giles asked, actually managing to sound hopeful.

"No, Giles," the redhead sighed sadly. "And Buffy just keeps getting more depressed every time we mention him," she added, her voice portraying the gloomy cloud that had drifted above the Scooby Gang recently. Even the Scooby reference gave them a feeling of sadness as they remember the person that came up with the reference. Everyone felt the pain of Xander's disappearance, Anya's departure, and Buffy's near-death.

Buffy had come out of her coma two weeks after she was found in the morgue, alive. Since then, she had spoken barely more than two words.

All she would say was, "Xander's gone." And those words were all anyone could get from her. Even taking turns trying to cheer the blonde Slayer up, the Scooby Gang had failed to get any better results.

"What about Dawn, has she come out of her room or tried to be with Buffy?" Giles asked carefully, worriedly.

Willow managed to reply with an even sadder voice than she had used until now. "No… She won't even acknowledge that Buffy's alive. I-I think she blames Buffy for Xander's disappearance. I-I mean Buffy isn't helping the situation with Dawn by only saying that Xander's gone. We don't even know how she came back to life."

Finally, Willow's anger at the situation was starting to show as she went on. "I mean I can't help my best friends and then my best guy friend disappears. The weird feeling is that I know he is safe… I-I mean I can almost feel his essence out there. It must be all the advanced spells I have been practicing that lets me sense the ones I love," she said, finishing her little session, sat down next to Tara once more, and immediately started to cry.

Giles removed his glasses, rhythmically cleaning them with a random piece of cloth, and just let the tears flow at the loss of a dear friend. He was happy that Buffy returned, but with Xander gone, their reunion with Buffy was still a sad one. "Where can he be," he asked silently. "Why did he leave us?" he asked himself, not really expecting an answer.

At that very moment a chime was heard and "Maybe I can help with those questions."

Recognizing the voice out of millions, everyone in the shop immediately tensed up, managing to bury most of the pain and hurt deep inside. Turning toward the door, one pair of black-black witch's eyes bore at the newcomer. "Faith! What are you doing here! You're supposed to be in jail!" Willow barked out, the power she felt running through her body managing to overcome her shy and timid attitude. If the dark-haired Slayer tried anything, she would… she would do something bad, she was sure of it.

"Chill, Red. And try to relax. I was released and I am here about Xander," Faith replied slightly less cool than normal.

At the mention of Xander, everyone relaxed and the sadness took the place of the anger that was building up. Hope, even if it was only measured in slight quantities, started filling their hearts.

Magic Box

"Why would you know anything about Xander?" Willow's angry voice rang through the Magic Box. Even though the black-black of her eyes had died down, she still didn't trust the dark Slayer any more than she could throw her. And since Willow wasn't a particularly physically strong girl, that wasn't very far.

"Well, you see, he loves me," a big smirk was evident on Faith's face and it grew to a big smile as she saw Willow get totally pissed off. "He didn't say it so many words, but I am sure that's why he came to see me and talk to me," she added carefully now that she could see the table Willow was sitting on start to rattle. It had been some time since she had seen Willow, and Faith had no idea how far the redhead's powers had evolved. Judging by the sight of the large wooden table that was still rattling, the little redhead's powers had evolved pretty much.

"No, he never loved you," Willow said with conviction, rising from her seat.

Giles, knowing trouble when he saw it, interrupted the little global thermonuclear war that was about to befall his shop. "Well, Willow, there are a lot of things we don't know about Xander. Besides, why don't we hear Faith out before we make any judgments," he suggested, his weary voice indicating he didn't really have the strength to stop their fight, even if he had wanted to.

"Xander came to see me, according to Angel, the night that Buffy was found alive. He still believed her to be dead. We had a long talk and he listened, and was basically the X-man we love. I could see the pain behind his laugh and how he would try to not mention B or Anya. Now, don't ask me how he got in my cell, he wouldn't tell me, all I know is that when he left a big white-yellowish light surrounded him and he said, 'Now Tsunami.' I wondered what this Tsunami thing could be, but couldn't come up with anything, maybe you can G-man." Giles gave her an irritated glare and continued to listen to her.

Continuing slightly less abrasive, Faith said, "Anyway, he told me he would come and see me in about three months, so I figure he will be back in two months. I just have a feeling that he will find me anywhere I am so I figured I'd come and let you guys know and tell B personally. I have some things to go over with her."

"NO, you can't see her! You will get out of here and stop lying to us," Willow's eyes started to blacken and a dark aura started to surround her still standing frame. The table rattled.

'Damn some little babbling witch got a fucking back bone, but no matter.' For once Faith did not let her anger and the situation overwhelm her, "Willow. Look… I didn't come here to fight. I just came to see B and tell her what Xander told me, OK? I am sorry you're in pain and that Xander left, but it was too much for him," she answered calmly, raising her hands slightly to show she really meant no harm.

To say that Willow was shocked would be an understatement. As far as she knew, no one had ever seen Faith apologize before.

"Ok. Fine," the witch said coolly. "I'll take you to Buffy and Giles and Tara can stay and research on what you saw happen to Xander," Willow voiced her opinion. And the way she voiced it left no room for debate.

As Faith and Willow walked towards Buffy's house, the silence between them was starting to unnerve Faith. So, she decided to talk.

"So Willow, how has the demon factor in this town been," the dark Slayer asked levelly, managing to keep the tremor out of her voice. She didn't want to let on that Willow was starting to creep her out big time.

Willow was tired of looking at the negative side of life. She had done too much of that these last couple of weeks. Besides, with only a couple of blocks left to Buffy's house, Willow didn't want to arrive there fighting.

"Well…" Willow said, thinking it over slightly. "It's been unusually quiet. It's like all the demon and vampire baddies are scared. O-or some force has been keeping them in check. I mean the two weeks Buffy was in the hospital the vamp population exploded, but then… it just died down and Spike wouldn't tell us why. All he said was," and with that, Willow managed quite a good cockney accent to imitate the bleached vampire, 'Red, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.' So, the demon factor is down, which is good with Buffy's mental condition."

Faith let Willow talk her little rant. Not wanting to admit it, but she rather enjoyed the little rants every now and then. So, trying to remain friendly, she continued, "I heard that Buffy wasn't in action… but why?" Seeing Willow's posture change, she hurriedly added, "I mean she is alive, she has her friends, and well… Xander isn't in the way anymore. Don't look at me like that, OK?" she added with a slight incline in her voice when Willow's head turned slowly and dangerously towards her. "That's what he told me. He said, that while he was around Buffy he got the feeling that she thought he was in the way." Willow relaxed marginally at the explanation. "Xander is the reason Buffy isn't 'in action', as you put it. He was the heart of both the group, and of her. And she took him for granted… and now that he is gone, she doesn't know how to cope with all the stress. She ignores everyone and just says his name. Even Angel couldn't get a response from her… save for her trying to stake him, that is."

"Holy shit, B almost staked her Angel! Now he didn't tell me that," Faith said, sounding strangely emotional all of a sudden. She and Willow continued to talk and the conversation deviated to things other than Buffy.

Faith and Willow let themselves into Buffy's house, and Dawn walked up to them and gave a death glare to Faith. "What the hell are you doing here? Don't you think Buffy is in enough pain?" the girl asked, outraged.

"Look little girl, I know how you've been treating your sister so don't give me any lectures." This statement from Faith quickly quieted Dawn, but did not lessen the glare she was giving Faith. "I didn't come here to fight you or your sister. I came to talk to her and then to you."

Faith and Willow walked to the door leading to Buffy's room and knocked before going in. The knock was just a formality, since Buffy wouldn't answer them at all, but politeness still told them to do it. As Faith walked in, she noticed Buffy sitting near the window cradling a picture of Xander. 'So, she finally realized how special he is'. Faith was starting to get angry at how Buffy had ignored Xander over the years, and how she had treated him like less than shit. But then again, seeing her in a depression changed Faith's attitude towards Buffy quite quickly.

'Damn, B, I've never seen you so fucked up.' Faith just stared at Buffy and noticed how fragile she looked. She didn't look like the almighty Slayer, nor did she seem like the Slayer that she got ignored for. 'Well, Xander, I promised that I would one day make my peace with B, even though you thought it would be one-way conversation. This will be just as good.'

At this point Faith decided to get Buffy's attention. "Hey, B, I am back and well… I bring good news about Xander." Faith's smile vanished immediately as Buffy turned from the window and charged at her.

"Don't you mention his name bitch, or I will kill you," Buffy said dangerously. The raw passion behind Buffy's words scared Faith; she wasn't here to fight after all… she was here to help. 'Now don't do anything stupid Faith,' she thought to her self.

Cemetery

'Well, I am back again. Just like last week. Here to kill those bastards that took her away from me. I know that they didn't do it. Not personally. Their evil was what took her away from me, and I will fight them until the day I die. I owe it to her.'

Xander walked through one of the many cemeteries in Sunnydale as he patrolled. Since his departure, he had made it a habit to return every week and dispatch a large number of the ugliest and strongest vampires and demons he could find, before returning to his training. He was still surprised that not once had he seen any of his friends throughout the whole month. 'They must be taking Buffy's death really hard, but at least I'm able to keep the uglies away for them,' he thought to himself as he went through the park.

As he walked through the cemetery, he noticed ten vampires around two graves. 'Damnit. Now I have to dust these vamps and stop two freshies.' Xander sighed, and readied himself for battle.

"Yo! Pale, stupid and ugly!!" he yelled to the biggest of the group. Inwardly, he felt the anticipation of battle.

"Look, it's dinnertime," the leader replied to his group as they started to circle Xander. "Well if it isn't Obi Wan Kenobi. What's with the getup," the leader asked Xander, who looked at the robe he was wearing. It did resemble the Jedi outfit… slightly.

"Well the Jedi look is in," Xander said, remaining still. "Come get some," he added with a smirk, which was hidden by his robe. He waited until the leader was about to strike him before he ignited his sword. His gift from the Goddess Tsunami was more than just a sword or a cool-looking rod of energy resembling a light saber. It was the second most powerful Juraian blade ever created, the second master key to all their ships.

The sound of the blade took the leader by surprise. 'This guy thinks he's a real Jedi. Easy prey… he's a lunatic!' The leader backed off and decided to change tactics. After all, they outnumbered the wannabe a dozen to one.

Instead of him fighting this Jedi wannabe, the leader decided he would have all of them attack him at once. He figured he could stay behind and supervise. 'The loss of a few men to get this grub taken out would be worth it', he thought.

"Ok boys! Surround him and when I give the word, attack!" He didn't care if Xander heard him. The leader believed in his superiority of numbers.

"So now you're getting all cowardly and not fighting me vamp to human, huh?" Xander taunted. "Come on! Show your boys you can kill me!"

This totally pissed the leader off, but the vampire, over one hundred years of age, didn't live to be that old without becoming careful.

As they circled him, Xander started to get annoyed that they wouldn't attack him. He was really fired up and wanted to test the latest bit of knowledge he had been given. As all nine of the vamps surrounded him, a grin could be seen through his hood.

"What the fuck you laughing at, Flesh Bag? My boys will mop the floor with you and then we will have a nice little snack with you," the big toothy smile that the vampire gave Xander only irritated the robed warrior more.

"Well, how about this?" Xander concentrated on his weapon and then another blade appeared at the opposite side of the other. He loved his weapon. It reminded him so much of Darth Maul, even though they were clearly on opposite sides of the Force. "The Force is weak in these young ones, prepare to be dust," Xander cried as he jumped up into the air. While descending, he made a three hundred and sixty degree spin in mid-air, blade extended. He decapitated three of the vampires in front of him. The leader, seeing that three of his gang were cut down in a matter of seconds, decided to run.

As the leader started to run, he saw something that made him laugh. The unknown Jedi-character jumped up, his double-bladed energy weapon zooming through the air, but instead of hurting the other vampires the blades extinguished leaving the man land on his feet looking confused.

Xander had it all planned how he was going to end this battle, first he was going to stab the first vampire through the gut, pull the weapon straight backwards, stab it through the second's chest. Then he was going to complete his mid-air roll and land, and start swinging the weapon as if it were a staff, decapitating the third and fourth vampire, and bring it around to take the head of vampire number one. Vampire two, who would be hurt, would just looked scared shitless as he would bring the weapon down to take the vampires head. Being all heroic he would then jump up high into the air, and landed right in front of the leader, facing him. Then after taunting him to touch the sword he could laugh as it baked to a crisp! He could easily imagine it, "Yo, fearless leader! Come back here," he would yell at the turned-tail and running vampire. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you my weapon and then we will see who is tough." All confident he would walk back, "Alright Give me the weapon and let's see how tough you are," The leader's confidence having grown tremendously, with the knowledge of having such a powerful weapon and then he would become unstoppable!

Xander internally chuckled as he thought what would happen next, "Here," he would throw the weapon to the vampire and smile.

He even imagined how confident the vampire would be, 'Not believing how gullible this mortal was, and the vampire would catch the weapon.' Immediately, the vampire started screaming, sparks of power flowing from the handle up over his arm. "Help me!" he would scream as he'd noticed his arm catch fire from holding the holy relic.

Then Xander thought he could make a great line, "Forgot to tell you that the weapon was made as and revered as a holy relic… oops!" he would laugh as he'd will the weapon into his hand and walked away from the burning vampire.

But it didn't go like that, his whole plan went to shit as he lost his concentration and the blade was extinguished. He was shocked he had practiced for hours and weeks on end on wielding this weapon, but it looked like keeping his concentration up during battle was harder than he thought. 'Shit now what!' Before he could do anything though one of the vampires kicked the Akiri-ken from his hand and the whole gang started to rain blows down on him.

The leader was extremely happy; his underlings where doing wonderfully and he had only lost the two new vampires and the weakest grunt. He watched as they totally tried to dismember their enemy.

Xander wasn't totally surprised that he fucked up, he had messed up so much in his life, why not this. 'Can't I do anything right!' He grunted as a kick connected to his backside and gave some damage to his kidneys. He knew he had to do something or else he would die. He tried to ignore all the pain that was coming from the kicks and claws that kept hitting him and opened the connection he had to the Akiri-ken. Being so weakened he was only able to summon it without the blade already active.

'I hope this works,' the wooden handle moved faster than a human or demon eye could see and appeared in his hand. Concentrating and trying to ignore the pain, he tried to use the blades nature force field to repel them, but again another kick to the head distracted him. 'Ah man that hurt!' Finally not able to move the attack stopped and the leader of the gang walked up to him.

Picking the human up by the neck Xander was turned to face the leader. "Time to die young Jedi," he said as he prepared to kill this whelp.

Spike had just witnessed the most incredible action scene he had ever seen go wrong. He has fought all his undead life and never has it been so spectacular failure of fighting ability. It must be the light sword that made it cool at first, because it only lasted like 30 seconds, the vampire laughed to himself, then he gasped as the leader screamed in rage and pain.

Xander did the only thing he could. He jabbed the hilt of his sword into the vampire's chest. The others looked on mortified as smoke billowed up from around where the sword touched him before exploding in a cloud of dust leaving only Xander gasping for breath.

Xander was released as the others moved back in shock; one of them quickly composed himself and ran at him in pure anger. Seeing the incoming bogey, Xander dived out of its way and coughed up blood as he landed on the ground. He got up and concentrated as he ignited is blade. He noticed that the blade was smaller and had was pretty dull compared to its bright bluish color now it was a sickly purple, 'damn beating took a lot out of me.'

Using all the concentration he had and trying to remember the basic skills from his training he went for an easy kill as the same vampire charged him. As the vampire charged him recklessly Xander step to the right and brought down the blade onto the vampires' head; the head flew off and landed on the ground before it turned to dust along with the rest of the body.

Spike was still shocked, there was only one person he knew that could take that kind of beating and still come out of it. "Droopy? Is that you?" The fear in Spike's voice really was evident. All that Spike could think of was to run and not cross him.

Two of the younger vampires had run off when they saw their leader explode so it only left two left. Xander didn't know if he had enough energy to take them on. He ignited the other end and noticed that the front ends blade shorted as a result. Calming himself and concentrating as hard as he could, so he could toss the blade at the two remaining vampires as they ran towards him. Controlling the blade with his mind through the link it had with him, he maneuvered it to try and cut one of the vampires in half. The vampire tried to dodge one end but the blade had twisted on its axis and cut the vampire with the opposite side.

The last vampire got to Xander before the blade reached him and the blade dropped to the ground as the two started fighting. Xander was feeling slightly better as his body healed itself faster than any other human could. The two were exchanging punches and kicks, Xander aimed a kick to the left knee but was blocked as the vampire raised his leg and took the hit. As a counter move the vampire uppercut his opponent, quickly disorienting Xander and followed up with two rapid kicks to the chest. Looking at all the options, he knew he had to use a side of himself he didn't like using. Having no choice Xander pushed all the pain and fatigue away and just charged the vampire and using his new acquired strength dove and ripped the vampires head off.

Spike made up his mind and started to leave as he saw the last vampire get decapitated. "Yo chip for brains! Turn around," a voice from behind him said. Spike turned around, slowly, and he was shocked to see the hooded figure he had just seen fight in front of him. 'How does he know I was here?' Spike wondered. 'I wonder what he wants… Oh shit! He wants to kill me!'

"You know I am a friend of the Slayer, she would kill you if you hurt me," Spike tried, on his best intimidating voice as he tried to act like he didn't know it was Xander. 'Yeah more like spit on my ashes and pat you on the back,' he added internally.

"Now, now, Spike. We both know she would be extremely happy to see you be dust," the figure replied calmly. Spike noticed the smile coming from the hooded figure. "But how is she going to hurt me if she's dead? And I know Faith isn't out of jail yet."

'Hmm, he doesn't know. That's good. Gives me a chance.' "Well… you got me there mate. Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter," the hooded figure replied icily. All I need to say is that you better keep your promise to Buffy, or else…" With those threatening words, Xander removed the Akiri-ken from its place on his hip and ignited it. The light blue light sword was highlighted by a blood red glow as it lit up Xander's face. Spike was shocked to see Xander completely healed and to even see Droopy was not bringing pleasant memories to mind. He still recalled a few hours after Buffy had died and Xander confronted him.

******Flashback*******

They where at the Magic Box after taking Buffy's body to the morgue and everyone else had gone home; all except Xander, Spike, and Anya; Anya who was in the backroom of the Magic Box, talking to Giles on the phone, leaving Xander and Spike alone in the room together.

Xander slowly walked up to Spike and slowly but steadily said, "Don't ever try to touch her again. I know you wanted to carry her to the morgue. If I ever see you attempt to touch her again I will not kill you. Instead I will slowly rip you limb from limb." And the worst thing about all of this was the fact that Spike believed each and every word of it.

But what shocked Spike even more was the simple fact that Xander had grabbed him by the neck and had lifted him up with out any problem. And it didn't help that his eyes where glowing blue with a yellow outline while he was doing it, either.

Xander dropped him and told him to let Anya know that he'd be back later to talk to her.

******End of Flashback******

Xander removed his hood and slowly walked up Spike and placed part of the light blade on his arm and watched as it started to burn him. To Spike's credit he didn't run or move he just took the pain. "Spike. What did you just see?"

"I just saw you get your ass handed to you before you got your head out of your ass and it was -" he was cut off by a punch to the face and the blade placed once again against his body; on his shoulder this time.

"Wrong, you just saw nothing, you got me, nothing. Now, for the reason I came to talk to you." Xander disengaged the blade and stuffed it back from where it came and then he walked over to a bench and sat down while he waited for Spike to get a clue and follow him to the bench.

Xander just sat there, taking in his surroundings. Watching how the trees swayed with the wind and how the entrance to the cemetery was still rusted and needing of a replacement. All the times he patrolled with her and all the times they argued about him not patrolling came back to him. The outcome of one of those nights in his senior year still was clear to him and it was also one of the nights that changed who he was and what he was.