Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or any other TV show or movie or book I finally decide to use in this story. Which is unfortunate, as they are my only friends and now I have no one and so lonely and sad and ::sob:: hiding in my room crying because they've stolen all my friends.......

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His eyes flashed briefly with intense pain, rage and hatred as he placed his hands on the trusting shoulders in front of him. As he began massaging the tense muscles, a shuddering groan made its way up from deep inside her and her whole body started to relax from his ministrations.

"Oh, god, don't you dare stop that," she growled in pleasure. "I'd be duty bound to put some serious hurt on you if you stop."

He chuckled lightly. "No fear of that, oh boneless one," he replied with amusement.

He began digging his fingers deeper until she was soon a virtual puddle of goo in front of him, incapable of taking notice of anything other than the strong hands, obviously God-touched in her opinion, stroking and kneading her shoulders, neck and upper back.

Eventually he came to the conclusion that she was far too out of it to even realize that he was right there behind her. His eyes hardened and his mouth became a grim, twisted line as his hands made their way upwards, settling on either side of her neck, his thumbs lightly stroking the tendons exposed by her head tipping back.

This was what he had come back for. This moment right here.

For the thousands of deaths she'd caused and the thousands of innocent lives she'd ruined. For the horrendous way the world had been broken and changed, first in one direction with deceptive hope, then again with swiftly executed hatred, desperation and confusion, then thirdly, for the last time, almost inevitably, with despair and nightmare brought to life.

She was the reason the world had ended. She was the reason everyone he'd cared about, with the exception of a very precious few, had died torturous deaths. And, the most heinous crime of all in his eyes, his personal motive for his current actions, she was the reason behind the death of the person most important to him; his blood-pact sister, the other half of his soul, one of the two that ensured his survival of his childhood sane and mostly intact. She, personally responsible for her casually discarded corpse.

Now, seventeen once more, filled with grim and deathly purpose to ensure the unspeakable future he'd lived through never came to pass, Xander LaVelle Harris, once this golden-haired slayer's most staunch of defenders, jerked his steady hands and snapped Buffy Anne Summers' neck.

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A/N – Please review. I now need new friends since they stole Xander and the others from me.

A/N – Not really sure what to crossover here. I'm thinking SG1 & HP but I want a few more. Part of this story will deal with stuff a few decades after 'chosen' they will meet & play with other. Would people be able to recommend books/TV/movies that are magically/supernaturally inclined or just just get up to all kinds of weird shit like SG1 or Dark Angel or Jake 2.0's scenario. Or any ideas or suggestions this piece might spark in those creative brains of yours that you might like to share. Ta