TTH FFA Xander Harris / Jean Grey ( Phoenix)
Summary: The memory of her hair was the reason he'd been drawn to
Willow.
Characters: Xander, Jean (non-pairing)
Pairing: Xander/?
Warnings/Spoilers: X-Men 3 character death
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Hard Decisions
Slayer dreams and a powerful vision set him on this mission. She was human and the Slayers couldn't take care of her, but her actions would open a Hellmouth in the northeast that would make Sunnydale's look small.
The memory of her hair was the reason he'd been drawn to Willow and now his cousin was going to destroy the world because humans were afraid of change. Phone calls to Scott were futile. Xander knew what he had to do. Being the 'One Who Sees' was a curse. He thought to leave silently, unaware of the eyes watching his departure.
She was beautiful and deadly; the power emanating off her in waves reminded him of apocalyptic Willow. No longer the compassionate and caring Jean he remembered; she was Phoenix and she killed Professor Xavier with her tantrum. His inner soldier took over and had her in his crosshairs within seconds. The chaos of her rage masked the soft popping retort and he was gone before the dust settled. The foolish plan to use her was trashed, Buffy's vision of devastation in New York averted and Xander prayed he wouldn't be needed again, but things were escalating between Mutant and Supernatural.
He was secretly relieved to see her reclining on his hotel bed, flipping through the cable channels. She was silent; her dark eyes watched him move through the room as he dropped the case in the closet with a thump. They looked at each other for what seemed like forever and the reality of his actions hit him and he crawled on the bed, burying his head in her lap and shaking with the effort of holding it in. The gentle stroke of her fingers through his hair broke the dam of emotion and Faith held him through the storm.
End