The One who See
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Angel – meaning Xander do not belong to me *sniff sniff*
Author's note: first it's my first English story that get publish so yeah be gentle ok? Second No beta! But if you want to correct my grammar and all that - feel free to do so! It will help me improve and all that!
Now I bid you a good reading!
Alexander "Xander" Lavelle Harris was three when he began to see.
In daycare he would see the dark colors that saturate the woman that help the children there. He never talked to her more than he should and avoid her when he was alone. The dark colors were not nice and gave him chills.
It was two years after that the woman was arrested for the murder of fourteen children.
When he was five he began to see more than the dark colors. His best friends Jess was all purple and blue, Willow was green and purple. He always did like to watch the colors of the people around him.
And it was useful; he always knew when someone was lying - a deep maroon - or when his parents were mad – a violent electric blue. But when he tried to talk about it with his friends, the teachers or his parents - they made him go see the funny doctor and after that he learned not to say anything.
They soon began to fade. And to this day it was one of his biggest regret.
The first time he saw Buffy Summers he tumbled because of the colors that wrap her: dark red and black with white and gold. In a blink it was gone and she was just a girl – a pretty one. The second time it occurs was in the cemetery later that day when Buffy was fighting a vampire to rescue Willow. The Gold and Dark black were all that he could see.
And then Jess – God bless his soul – or should he say the demon that parade in his best friend body. All black and red and violent orange. No trace of the soul of his best buddy and sometime lover. All gone.
After that he did all he could to see the colors again, permanently. He didn't want to make the same mistake again. He didn't want to lose Willow and Buffy and all his friends to the darkness of the town.
He never said anything to the gang. Not even to Cordy when they were dating. Because no matter how much he might have loved her, she wasn't ready to love him completely. He never told her that he didn't trust Angel because of his colors and not because of Buffy. Or that he knew that Giles was more than he let them see. Or who was the werewolf when they first search for it. Or that Miss Calendar was more and that she was lying when ask about the supernatural life. He never did.
But he learned. He learned what all the colors meant and how to interpret them when reading a person. How to fight the supernatural' species. Meanwhile he was still playing the idiot and incompetent for the gang.
His gift was the reason the First Evil never had bothered to go see him: it knew that he would see through it.
He made many mistakes in Sunnydale –Angel, the resurrection of Buffy, Willow and even Anya and Spike - but he learned from those and never repeated them.
That's why he is in Los Angeles.
Since Caleb tore his left eye his power has grew. He could see more than the colors now, he could see everything a person is – weakness and strength plus what is and could be (visions).
His stay in Africa had free him from his role of Zeppo and "normal one" in the eye of the gang.
He was free to be who he truly was. His power, the Primal hyena and the soldier.
He finds them in an alley, tired but still fighting – waiting for the battle against the Wolf the Ram and the Hart after having defeated the Circle of the Black Thorn.
They are magnificent. All pure gold and red and white. Not a hint of black. Even the demon possessing the body of Winifred was focused on winning.
He smile and he could see that they saw him, his hundred girls and his allies - sixteen demon clans.
He is the One Who See and he has seen their victory.
The end