A/N: Just a little ficlet I came up with; hope you like.
He was there for them. He was there for all of them. It didn't matter that he was the brunt of jokes, the butt-monkey. It didn't matter that he didn't posses superhuman strength or have the ability to do magic. He didn't even have the necessary combat training.
Although there was that one Halloween…
But he didn't count that; that had been a fluke.
He was just Xander; the resident goofball with the ability to crack a joke at the most inappropriate times.
But to his friends and loved ones, he was a champion.
And that was enough.