Title: Our own little world (prologue/3)
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail: mutant190583@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns all
Summary: Read….. You may like it
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"You're not supposed to be here you know… This is my world, my own little world" Xander clutches at his pant leg, he has his knees placed against his chest as he sits under a table, he rocks himself back and forth gently, his eyes remaining focused on the floor, his head never lifting to see the intruder, she's not supposed to be here, she's not supposed to be anywhere, this is his world, why won't she leave? Why won't she die again?
The magic box is an eerie dark that seems to penetrate everything, the only thing reminiscent of light is a little flicker outside one of the windows. There are no books, no books on the shelves, that's the first thing Buffy notices, the entire magic box is empty of everything that makes it "magic", Xander sits on the floor but she doesn't move towards him.
Xander clutches onto his legs tightly, he hasn't blinked once since she'd entered this place, that's when they get to you, that's when they can hurt you and they can kill you, it will never happen to him.
"It's… me Xander, don't you remember?" A few tears can be seen running down the slayer's face even in the dimly lit magic box "Buffy"
"I remember…" He says nervously "But you're not supposed to be here…. They could be back any second… Any second they could be back, back and hurt…. When they see you they'll be angry, angry so angry… Leave…."
"No, not unless you leave with me" She replies determined, she had only been here a minute or so and already she hated this place, it's so dark, even by slayer standards. This isn't the magic box she knows and loves.
Xander laughs once, not a cheery laugh, but a hopeless one, he doesn't look up and remains rocking on his heels "Leave, me…. Can't, you see this is my world…. I'm safe, so safe…. It's nice"
"NICE?" Buffy replies looking around "Look at this place Xander…. It's dark and dingy, you are scared, please come back with me"
"Leave me…." He responds, his feet touch the floor gently one time before he actually turns his head to look at the slayer, his eyes show nothing, which makes Buffy gasp once, the mirth she is so used to is gone… the happiness normally present in them eyes had vanished, and all that remains is hopelessness and defeat, this isn't the Xander Harris she knows so well.
"This is my mind Buffy, I'm safe in here" Xander winks once, he doesn't smile, he doesn't produce the grin she had come to be so fond of, he just winks.
The slayer can feel herself been dragged somewhere, stretched and pulled before the light comes into view, the light from the overhead lamp flickers once and she feels light headed as she sits up, just to see Giles and Willow looking at her, waiting in anticipation.
"Giles…" A tear runs down her cheek "He's given up Giles, He….."
She feels herself been enveloped into a hug as she nearly falls back, the tears come freely now as her two best friends hug her tightly, giving her comfort and vice versa.
They had been so careful, they all knew he didn't have powers and yet they let him fight, why?
Why couldn't she have seen him headed for that one demon, he was so large and strong, the demon had a knife that he was planning on throwing at her and that's when he got all heroic, when he became himself, as always, the protector, even if he is human. The demon picked him up so easily, so effortlessly he threw him through the air and the same sound still reverberates inside Buffy's head, the sound of Xander's head hitting the crypt wall, what a sickening sound, the worst sound in the world. Before he went Xander's eyes had flicked to hers once, it was all in slow motion, she tried to reach him before he had hit the wall; she was too slow, too damn slow. But in the end she couldn't, and his eyes just closed as they locked onto hers, as he escaped into his own mind.
The doctor's say that he'll never recover; each day he is in the coma is like another nail in his coffin, that's 21 nails so far. 3 weeks he had been gone from there lives, they say that his brain is too badly damaged, but the Scooby gang always try to prove other people wrong.
Rage had filled her after seeing him fall, after seeing the pained expression and all of the blood, there was so much blood. She just kept hitting the demon, hitting as hard as she could, blood spewing from him like a fountain as she punched. That's how she broke her wrist, in 8 places, she couldn't even remember feeling them break, so much emotion had gone through her.
After making sure the demon suffered she hugged him, tightly, trying to wake him, trying to bring him back into the light. She had called his name and run her hands through his blood soaked hair.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, he wasn't supposed to be a damn casualty.
Xander lays in a hospital bed now, the machine at his side controls all his vitals, it keeps him alive.
Buffy hates that machine.
His eyes are sunken into his skull and the usual playful smile had been wiped from his face, his cheeks are thin, she notices that.
A tear runs down her cheek as Willow and Giles release her, she holds onto Xander's hand, she wanted to help him so much, but he wouldn't let her, why?
The slayer is useless now, useless to him; he can't be saved by something she can beat up. He needs a friend, he needs some emotional support, and he needs Buffy Anne Summers.
She brings his hand up to her lips and kisses it gently, he means so much to her. They had been closer these last few months, watching video tapes at his apartment most nights, and on others he would patrol with her, they were close now, and they were maybe about to get closer.
They had kissed once, before the fight, before they were set to take down that behemoth of a demon. It was so warm, so nice, a kiss she could get lost in, a kiss that meant so much to both of them.
She feels a smile come upon her but she quickly wipes it off, she has no right to smile while he's like this. She casts her eyes to Giles and Willow's, she looks at them determinedly.
"Send me back in, I have to go"
"Buffy… You can't it's too dangerous.. We"
Buffy holds up her hand, Willow doesn't say one more word, they both know she's going in whether it's dangerous or not. Because Willow would do the same if she could, but she can't, she had a bind placed on her by the Wicca council, only magic could be cast on someone else, and not damaging magics either.
Giles doesn't say anything; he just nods his head and gets the magic items out once again, and goes about setting them up.
Author: Michael Dunbar
E-mail: mutant190583@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss owns all
Summary: Read….. You may like it
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"You're not supposed to be here you know… This is my world, my own little world" Xander clutches at his pant leg, he has his knees placed against his chest as he sits under a table, he rocks himself back and forth gently, his eyes remaining focused on the floor, his head never lifting to see the intruder, she's not supposed to be here, she's not supposed to be anywhere, this is his world, why won't she leave? Why won't she die again?
The magic box is an eerie dark that seems to penetrate everything, the only thing reminiscent of light is a little flicker outside one of the windows. There are no books, no books on the shelves, that's the first thing Buffy notices, the entire magic box is empty of everything that makes it "magic", Xander sits on the floor but she doesn't move towards him.
Xander clutches onto his legs tightly, he hasn't blinked once since she'd entered this place, that's when they get to you, that's when they can hurt you and they can kill you, it will never happen to him.
"It's… me Xander, don't you remember?" A few tears can be seen running down the slayer's face even in the dimly lit magic box "Buffy"
"I remember…" He says nervously "But you're not supposed to be here…. They could be back any second… Any second they could be back, back and hurt…. When they see you they'll be angry, angry so angry… Leave…."
"No, not unless you leave with me" She replies determined, she had only been here a minute or so and already she hated this place, it's so dark, even by slayer standards. This isn't the magic box she knows and loves.
Xander laughs once, not a cheery laugh, but a hopeless one, he doesn't look up and remains rocking on his heels "Leave, me…. Can't, you see this is my world…. I'm safe, so safe…. It's nice"
"NICE?" Buffy replies looking around "Look at this place Xander…. It's dark and dingy, you are scared, please come back with me"
"Leave me…." He responds, his feet touch the floor gently one time before he actually turns his head to look at the slayer, his eyes show nothing, which makes Buffy gasp once, the mirth she is so used to is gone… the happiness normally present in them eyes had vanished, and all that remains is hopelessness and defeat, this isn't the Xander Harris she knows so well.
"This is my mind Buffy, I'm safe in here" Xander winks once, he doesn't smile, he doesn't produce the grin she had come to be so fond of, he just winks.
The slayer can feel herself been dragged somewhere, stretched and pulled before the light comes into view, the light from the overhead lamp flickers once and she feels light headed as she sits up, just to see Giles and Willow looking at her, waiting in anticipation.
"Giles…" A tear runs down her cheek "He's given up Giles, He….."
She feels herself been enveloped into a hug as she nearly falls back, the tears come freely now as her two best friends hug her tightly, giving her comfort and vice versa.
They had been so careful, they all knew he didn't have powers and yet they let him fight, why?
Why couldn't she have seen him headed for that one demon, he was so large and strong, the demon had a knife that he was planning on throwing at her and that's when he got all heroic, when he became himself, as always, the protector, even if he is human. The demon picked him up so easily, so effortlessly he threw him through the air and the same sound still reverberates inside Buffy's head, the sound of Xander's head hitting the crypt wall, what a sickening sound, the worst sound in the world. Before he went Xander's eyes had flicked to hers once, it was all in slow motion, she tried to reach him before he had hit the wall; she was too slow, too damn slow. But in the end she couldn't, and his eyes just closed as they locked onto hers, as he escaped into his own mind.
The doctor's say that he'll never recover; each day he is in the coma is like another nail in his coffin, that's 21 nails so far. 3 weeks he had been gone from there lives, they say that his brain is too badly damaged, but the Scooby gang always try to prove other people wrong.
Rage had filled her after seeing him fall, after seeing the pained expression and all of the blood, there was so much blood. She just kept hitting the demon, hitting as hard as she could, blood spewing from him like a fountain as she punched. That's how she broke her wrist, in 8 places, she couldn't even remember feeling them break, so much emotion had gone through her.
After making sure the demon suffered she hugged him, tightly, trying to wake him, trying to bring him back into the light. She had called his name and run her hands through his blood soaked hair.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, he wasn't supposed to be a damn casualty.
Xander lays in a hospital bed now, the machine at his side controls all his vitals, it keeps him alive.
Buffy hates that machine.
His eyes are sunken into his skull and the usual playful smile had been wiped from his face, his cheeks are thin, she notices that.
A tear runs down her cheek as Willow and Giles release her, she holds onto Xander's hand, she wanted to help him so much, but he wouldn't let her, why?
The slayer is useless now, useless to him; he can't be saved by something she can beat up. He needs a friend, he needs some emotional support, and he needs Buffy Anne Summers.
She brings his hand up to her lips and kisses it gently, he means so much to her. They had been closer these last few months, watching video tapes at his apartment most nights, and on others he would patrol with her, they were close now, and they were maybe about to get closer.
They had kissed once, before the fight, before they were set to take down that behemoth of a demon. It was so warm, so nice, a kiss she could get lost in, a kiss that meant so much to both of them.
She feels a smile come upon her but she quickly wipes it off, she has no right to smile while he's like this. She casts her eyes to Giles and Willow's, she looks at them determinedly.
"Send me back in, I have to go"
"Buffy… You can't it's too dangerous.. We"
Buffy holds up her hand, Willow doesn't say one more word, they both know she's going in whether it's dangerous or not. Because Willow would do the same if she could, but she can't, she had a bind placed on her by the Wicca council, only magic could be cast on someone else, and not damaging magics either.
Giles doesn't say anything; he just nods his head and gets the magic items out once again, and goes about setting them up.