-'Enter Sandman.'-
Pairings: a little angst for right now, something more substantial later.
A/N: Special thanks to Ed Scott for editing and betaing this part. And send me some reviews people, God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
A/N2: Well, this is something I've been thinking about for a while.
Crossovers: None for now. Maybe eventually, down the line. And this is my first non-crossover fic, so I'm a little nervous about it.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica.
Timeframe: S2 AU "Innocence," you know the episode after Buffy sleeps with Angel.
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander entered his room through the window. They had spent all night looking for Buffy and Angel after they went looking for the Judge. He hadn't bothered to really call home for the 'round robin.' They'd just be mad that he'd come in late and interrupt their drunken stupor. With great ease and after hours of practice Xander slid the window back down until he heard the soft click.
He gently walked over to the door and made sure that it was locked and no one had tried to come in while he wasn't there. He had various 'slayage' tools lying around the room, and his dad might be lucid enough to wonder why his son had a crossbow and a sword on top of his dresser. After completing his nightly checklist, he turned to the true object of his affections.
He mused. "Ahh, bed sweet bed."
He stood on his toes and fell onto the mattress. He pet it as professed his undying love. "You love me don't you? I'll always love you, you soft little thing you."
He pulled the comforter over his body and put the pillow over his head, just incase there were any 'noises' coming from down the hall. He turned his head so he could see out the side. Outside the window he looked at the moon for a minute. Fear for Buffy crossed his mind, and as much as he hated it, he just had to hope that Angel would keep her safe. He closed his eyes and let sleep take hold.
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He was in a black room. Infront of him there was a table and two chairs.
"Sit."
He turned around to see a tall man with a beard. "Huh."
The figure walked around him and looked him up and down. Xander looked at the man then tried to see what he was looking at. "Hey, um, what are you doing?"
The man looked up at Xander before walking around to the other side of the table. "Sit."
They two of them both sat down on opposite sides of the table. The man spoke first. "Who are you?"
Xander looked quizzically at the man. "Xander Harris?"
The man shook his head. "No, Who are you?"
"Alexander Harris?"
The man shook his head again. "No, Who are you?"
Xander sighed. "Fine, Alexander Lavelle Harris?"
The man smiled. "For some reason I knew you were going to say that."
Xander was very confused. "Huh?"
The man shook his head and continued. "You are nothing."
"If I wanted a pep talk, I would've talked to my parents. They at least spice it up with 'good for nothing's and 'bastard child's."
The man smiled again as he got up and walked away. Xander shouted sarcastically. "Was it something I said?"
A different voice came from behind him. "Oh don't worry about Hetfield, he's a great guy, but I think he likes the intros a little too much."
He turned to face the new voice. "Who are you?"
The man walked over with a grin and sat down opposite him. "Me? I'm nothing."
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Xander woke with a start. His pulse raced and his bed was soaked through with sweat. 'What was that dream?' He strained to remember as much as he could, with only bits and pieces flashing through his mind. After a minute he gave up and walked over to the shower.
He muttered to himself as he turned the water on. "At least I didn't wake up shouting 'YES DRILL SERGEANT!' this time. Those soldier dreams really fuck with my mornings."
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Xander walked into school a little late. With any luck he'd be able to avoid...
"Harris, forgetting something?"
...Snyder. He turned around to face the little troll. "Well good morning to you too, sir! You see I was just on my way to..."
Snyder cut him off. "Detention, so you can rid the streets of your corrupting influence every afternoon for the next couple of weeks. How nice of you Harris!" He walked over and mashed a pink wad of paper into Xander's hand. "Two thirty sharp. Either you are in detention or you are _out_ of this school."
Snyder turned and walked back towards his office. Xander waited until Snyder was barely within earshot before saying loudly, "If I'm not in the school, how can I have detention?"
Snyder grimaced as he continued on his way. 'I should be so lucky to be eaten by rabid wolves,' He thought, 'Flutie probably smeared himself in barbeque sauce for them.'
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After being outed by Willow for his hidden smooches with Cordelia, Xander decided to find the redhead and try to make things right. He walked aimlessly through the halls trying to avoid Snyder's wrath again. Finally he saw her walking through the lounge.
He ran up behind her. "Will."
She hugged her arms around herself and turned to face him. "Hey."
Xander tried to offer a reassuring smile. "Where'd you go?"
Willow tried to smile back, but looked at the floor. "Home."
Xander put his hand under her chins and raised her eyes to his. "I'm glad you came back. We can't do this without you."
Willow tried not to cry and put on her resolve face. "Let's get this straight. I don't understand it, I don't wanna understand it, you have gross emotional problems, and things are not okay between us. But what's happening right now is more important than that."
Xander nodded. He could accept that for now. "Okay."
Willow sighed. "So, have you found anything out about the Judge?"
Xander shook his head. "Only the same things, 'no weapon forged.' and 'it took an army.'"
Willow started to walk him back to the library. "Yeah, where's an army when you need one?"
Xander stopped walking. "Whoa. Whoa! I...I think I'm having a thought. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a thought. Now I'm having a plan."
The lights suddenly went out.
"Now I'm having a wiggins."
Willow looked around the deserted hallway. "What's going on?"
Xander started to walk, pulling Willow. "We have to get to the library."
Angel walked out from behind them. "Willow. Xander."
They turned to look. Willow immediately started to walk closer to him, asking questions. "Thank God you're okay. Did you see Buffy?"
Xander held onto her hand. Not allowing Willow to get any closer. "Xander what are you doing?"
Angel smiled. "It's okay Xander, I think Buffy needs you for something. I need to talk to Willow for a second."
Xander's hand started to grip tighter on Willow's hand while his jaw clenched. "Run."
Pairings: a little angst for right now, something more substantial later.
A/N: Special thanks to Ed Scott for editing and betaing this part. And send me some reviews people, God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews.
A/N2: Well, this is something I've been thinking about for a while.
Crossovers: None for now. Maybe eventually, down the line. And this is my first non-crossover fic, so I'm a little nervous about it.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Buffy, Angel, or Metallica.
Timeframe: S2 AU "Innocence," you know the episode after Buffy sleeps with Angel.
Dedicated to the ones you can't save, and to the ones you can.
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Xander entered his room through the window. They had spent all night looking for Buffy and Angel after they went looking for the Judge. He hadn't bothered to really call home for the 'round robin.' They'd just be mad that he'd come in late and interrupt their drunken stupor. With great ease and after hours of practice Xander slid the window back down until he heard the soft click.
He gently walked over to the door and made sure that it was locked and no one had tried to come in while he wasn't there. He had various 'slayage' tools lying around the room, and his dad might be lucid enough to wonder why his son had a crossbow and a sword on top of his dresser. After completing his nightly checklist, he turned to the true object of his affections.
He mused. "Ahh, bed sweet bed."
He stood on his toes and fell onto the mattress. He pet it as professed his undying love. "You love me don't you? I'll always love you, you soft little thing you."
He pulled the comforter over his body and put the pillow over his head, just incase there were any 'noises' coming from down the hall. He turned his head so he could see out the side. Outside the window he looked at the moon for a minute. Fear for Buffy crossed his mind, and as much as he hated it, he just had to hope that Angel would keep her safe. He closed his eyes and let sleep take hold.
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He was in a black room. Infront of him there was a table and two chairs.
"Sit."
He turned around to see a tall man with a beard. "Huh."
The figure walked around him and looked him up and down. Xander looked at the man then tried to see what he was looking at. "Hey, um, what are you doing?"
The man looked up at Xander before walking around to the other side of the table. "Sit."
They two of them both sat down on opposite sides of the table. The man spoke first. "Who are you?"
Xander looked quizzically at the man. "Xander Harris?"
The man shook his head. "No, Who are you?"
"Alexander Harris?"
The man shook his head again. "No, Who are you?"
Xander sighed. "Fine, Alexander Lavelle Harris?"
The man smiled. "For some reason I knew you were going to say that."
Xander was very confused. "Huh?"
The man shook his head and continued. "You are nothing."
"If I wanted a pep talk, I would've talked to my parents. They at least spice it up with 'good for nothing's and 'bastard child's."
The man smiled again as he got up and walked away. Xander shouted sarcastically. "Was it something I said?"
A different voice came from behind him. "Oh don't worry about Hetfield, he's a great guy, but I think he likes the intros a little too much."
He turned to face the new voice. "Who are you?"
The man walked over with a grin and sat down opposite him. "Me? I'm nothing."
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Xander woke with a start. His pulse raced and his bed was soaked through with sweat. 'What was that dream?' He strained to remember as much as he could, with only bits and pieces flashing through his mind. After a minute he gave up and walked over to the shower.
He muttered to himself as he turned the water on. "At least I didn't wake up shouting 'YES DRILL SERGEANT!' this time. Those soldier dreams really fuck with my mornings."
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Xander walked into school a little late. With any luck he'd be able to avoid...
"Harris, forgetting something?"
...Snyder. He turned around to face the little troll. "Well good morning to you too, sir! You see I was just on my way to..."
Snyder cut him off. "Detention, so you can rid the streets of your corrupting influence every afternoon for the next couple of weeks. How nice of you Harris!" He walked over and mashed a pink wad of paper into Xander's hand. "Two thirty sharp. Either you are in detention or you are _out_ of this school."
Snyder turned and walked back towards his office. Xander waited until Snyder was barely within earshot before saying loudly, "If I'm not in the school, how can I have detention?"
Snyder grimaced as he continued on his way. 'I should be so lucky to be eaten by rabid wolves,' He thought, 'Flutie probably smeared himself in barbeque sauce for them.'
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After being outed by Willow for his hidden smooches with Cordelia, Xander decided to find the redhead and try to make things right. He walked aimlessly through the halls trying to avoid Snyder's wrath again. Finally he saw her walking through the lounge.
He ran up behind her. "Will."
She hugged her arms around herself and turned to face him. "Hey."
Xander tried to offer a reassuring smile. "Where'd you go?"
Willow tried to smile back, but looked at the floor. "Home."
Xander put his hand under her chins and raised her eyes to his. "I'm glad you came back. We can't do this without you."
Willow tried not to cry and put on her resolve face. "Let's get this straight. I don't understand it, I don't wanna understand it, you have gross emotional problems, and things are not okay between us. But what's happening right now is more important than that."
Xander nodded. He could accept that for now. "Okay."
Willow sighed. "So, have you found anything out about the Judge?"
Xander shook his head. "Only the same things, 'no weapon forged.' and 'it took an army.'"
Willow started to walk him back to the library. "Yeah, where's an army when you need one?"
Xander stopped walking. "Whoa. Whoa! I...I think I'm having a thought. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a thought. Now I'm having a plan."
The lights suddenly went out.
"Now I'm having a wiggins."
Willow looked around the deserted hallway. "What's going on?"
Xander started to walk, pulling Willow. "We have to get to the library."
Angel walked out from behind them. "Willow. Xander."
They turned to look. Willow immediately started to walk closer to him, asking questions. "Thank God you're okay. Did you see Buffy?"
Xander held onto her hand. Not allowing Willow to get any closer. "Xander what are you doing?"
Angel smiled. "It's okay Xander, I think Buffy needs you for something. I need to talk to Willow for a second."
Xander's hand started to grip tighter on Willow's hand while his jaw clenched. "Run."