Connections
By Kalystia
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. There might be an original character in a later chapter, but as of right now, I don't own anything.
Author's Notes: Ok, I didn't want to start yet another story, cause I have three WIPs right now besides this, and so many one shots that I really want to right, but this plot bunny won't leave me alone. I'm putting up the prologue unbetad for the moment, but the rest might be a long time in coming (partially because this term is kicking my ass and partially cause of the other stories). Anyway, let me know what you think! All comments appreciated, but try not to give a review like "it sucks" cause that doesn't help me out at all. Hope you enjoy!
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It was always weird to me, how I found out about the Slayer. I wasn't attempting to find out about her, to find out about what goes bump in the night. I just stumbled onto it. That always struck me as weird. How were Willow and I the first two that just happened to stumble into it? Were Slayers and Watchers just good at cover-ups, or were there others?
I have to think there were others, but with all I've found out over the last few days, I'm not so sure anymore.
I always thought to myself that it was weird I am the only guy Buffy can keep around. Well human guy at least, that isn't a watcher. But I guess I'm not so human after. I'm getting ahead of myself with that though. Then Faith, I am really attracted to Faith, and I think she is still pretty attached to me. She now admits that she was even back when she first arrived in Sunnydale. Kendra and I even shared a few moments when we talked. And then when the potentials started rolling in, I overhead them all saying that I was only person they felt comfortable talking to.
I brushed all this off at first. I was the normal guy, the goofball, the joker. The one who has everything bad happening to him. But that was before, before the destruction of Sunnydale.
Throughout the years, I did think it was weird that whenever I wanted to leave Sunnydale I really couldn't. I always felt like I needed to be back there. Always got a feeling that there was something that I needed to do there. Like the feeling you get when you know you are forgetting something. Or when you put up a big flashing sign in your head saying don't forget this, and you remember the sign and you don't know what you were supposed to remember. I always felt that way leaving Sunnydale. I didn't go back to Sunnydale early after my road trip for the reasons I told everyone. Yes my car did break down, but I needed to go back. I didn't think I would be able to function not going back.
At the time, I thought I was being ridiculous. That this was just some wacko case of homesickness. That I needed to get a grip. But after a few weeks when it didn't go away, and after a few phone calls to Giles to see that yes everything was fine. I still needed to go back home. And then when I got to Sunnydale everything was ok again.
This went on for the next few years, until Sunnydale becoming the Sunnydale crater. But before that I always felt the need to be in Sunnydale, and there were a few times that I felt the need to get to LA, but they passed quickly.
I was prepared for the same thing to happen after the mess with the First. But it didn't. After two weeks, we were in London, and it still hadn't happened. And I got my first clue something weird was going on with me then too.
And that sent me to where I am now, and what I'm doing now. I'm writing this all down so that Watchers of the future will know what happens, and what to do. Well really, Giles is making me write this all down. But he is right it's a good idea. It would have saved Wood if we had found this out only a few days earlier.....but again, I get ahead of myself.
This is my story. Who am I? Alexander (Xander) Harris. What am I? Frankly, we're still trying to figure that out.
By Kalystia
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. There might be an original character in a later chapter, but as of right now, I don't own anything.
Author's Notes: Ok, I didn't want to start yet another story, cause I have three WIPs right now besides this, and so many one shots that I really want to right, but this plot bunny won't leave me alone. I'm putting up the prologue unbetad for the moment, but the rest might be a long time in coming (partially because this term is kicking my ass and partially cause of the other stories). Anyway, let me know what you think! All comments appreciated, but try not to give a review like "it sucks" cause that doesn't help me out at all. Hope you enjoy!
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It was always weird to me, how I found out about the Slayer. I wasn't attempting to find out about her, to find out about what goes bump in the night. I just stumbled onto it. That always struck me as weird. How were Willow and I the first two that just happened to stumble into it? Were Slayers and Watchers just good at cover-ups, or were there others?
I have to think there were others, but with all I've found out over the last few days, I'm not so sure anymore.
I always thought to myself that it was weird I am the only guy Buffy can keep around. Well human guy at least, that isn't a watcher. But I guess I'm not so human after. I'm getting ahead of myself with that though. Then Faith, I am really attracted to Faith, and I think she is still pretty attached to me. She now admits that she was even back when she first arrived in Sunnydale. Kendra and I even shared a few moments when we talked. And then when the potentials started rolling in, I overhead them all saying that I was only person they felt comfortable talking to.
I brushed all this off at first. I was the normal guy, the goofball, the joker. The one who has everything bad happening to him. But that was before, before the destruction of Sunnydale.
Throughout the years, I did think it was weird that whenever I wanted to leave Sunnydale I really couldn't. I always felt like I needed to be back there. Always got a feeling that there was something that I needed to do there. Like the feeling you get when you know you are forgetting something. Or when you put up a big flashing sign in your head saying don't forget this, and you remember the sign and you don't know what you were supposed to remember. I always felt that way leaving Sunnydale. I didn't go back to Sunnydale early after my road trip for the reasons I told everyone. Yes my car did break down, but I needed to go back. I didn't think I would be able to function not going back.
At the time, I thought I was being ridiculous. That this was just some wacko case of homesickness. That I needed to get a grip. But after a few weeks when it didn't go away, and after a few phone calls to Giles to see that yes everything was fine. I still needed to go back home. And then when I got to Sunnydale everything was ok again.
This went on for the next few years, until Sunnydale becoming the Sunnydale crater. But before that I always felt the need to be in Sunnydale, and there were a few times that I felt the need to get to LA, but they passed quickly.
I was prepared for the same thing to happen after the mess with the First. But it didn't. After two weeks, we were in London, and it still hadn't happened. And I got my first clue something weird was going on with me then too.
And that sent me to where I am now, and what I'm doing now. I'm writing this all down so that Watchers of the future will know what happens, and what to do. Well really, Giles is making me write this all down. But he is right it's a good idea. It would have saved Wood if we had found this out only a few days earlier.....but again, I get ahead of myself.
This is my story. Who am I? Alexander (Xander) Harris. What am I? Frankly, we're still trying to figure that out.