X5-554

Dark Angel / Xander Harris

By:star2000shadow

Chapter One: Bar Code

Part: A

Disclaimer: I don't own it, it's not mine, don't sue, considering im broke enough i had to borrow my brother's computer to even get this up.

ALL Spelling error's are mine.

Warnings for this chapter:

Author notes:

Now on with the show..

Alexander LaVelle Harris was having a very very bad day. Buffy was off to collage, and a new boyfriend who didn't like shareing his friends attention with another male.
or at least that was what Xander was picking up. Willow had Oz, Collage, and the whole Witchyness thing going for her. and Giles was takeing the time to catch up on putting his library to rights. in his home and at the magic shop. considering he no longer worked at the high school, hell considering there WAS no high school. what with having blowen it up five month's ago with the town's mayor inside of it. it wasn't to surprising that life had calmned down for the few month's as the night life reorginized itself as someone else tried to 'take control' of the hell mouth.

Xander wasn't complaining, really he wasn't. he was glad his friends lives where going so well. but it was the fact, seeing as he didn't GO to collage, that they where pushing him to the side. and basically ignoreing him that was irritateing the hell out of him. they'd done it a couple of times.
One would think after the bad shit that had happend every time they had done so, they'd of learned. but still they where pushing him aside again. when there where patrols no one told him, when they where researching for the newest baddie he had to actually show up at the magic shop in order to get a heads up on who or what was going on that night.

He sighed as he downed another bottle of beer, for once breaking his promise to himself not to ever drink like his parents did. Giles seemed oblivious again. as if he had no clue the girls where doing this. but Xander knew for damn sure he knew it was happening. he slamned the now empty beer bottle to the counter top and rubbed at his face. he was just a little tipsy so the movement had him almost slideing off of the bar stool. okay he was VERY tipsy. but he could swear he'd only had a few drinks...

Somone on his right cleared their throat and Xander's head snapped around, almost sending him to the floor for a second time as he stared at his apparently curious bar stool companion. "Uhh..Um.. Yes?" he slurred out. voice coming out slow and thick in that 'Im about to pass out soon so make it quick ' voices that most drunks got.
"You look awefull down and I just thought you could use some company.." the voice was smooth and deep with a hint of growel to it. bringing to mind an avalanch just before it crushed you like a bug. "Oh.." Xander waved to the bartender for another drink.

For a while they sat in companionable silence. each lost in their own thoughts. or well at least one would think that. the man sitting next to him had Curly brown hair, and, to Xander anyways, large dark eyes. and a hint of a mustache growing on his face. "So.. Want to tell me about it?" the other asked, shakeing Xander from his drunken thoughts.
"Tell you about what?" came the half there question. "What's got you in this bar getting drunk"
That was a good question. and being drunk, and not exactly in his right and normaly overly cautious mind, Xander told him. leaving out the vampires and such and substituteing patrols as walks around town and such. basically group things. about how they didn't seem interested in his own life or in letting him help them with theirs.

How his supposedly best friends where ignoreing him. "And because they often end up with fights or in fights with.." now what was that damn term. he went silent as his alcohal laced mind munderd to the correct term that was being used. "Gangs on Drugs.." he couldn't remember if it was 'PC' or not. so he just went with drugs. "Because Im not trained like they are or with their witchyness..." shit..maybe the guy would think he was beyond drunk.
of course seeing as he was it wasn't that hard to beleave.

"If you could wish for something to happen to them.. what would that wish be? that they feel the misery they've inflicted on you?" Xander blinked owlishly into the other mans eyes frowning. "Wo'''dn't wish for that.." he mutterd, takeing another pull on his already half empty sixth.. seventh...eigth? beer.
"Well if you could wish for ANYTHING.." for some reason the man stressed that word. "What would you wish for?" Xander tried to think. really he did something was wrong here really wrong but he couldn't think through the booze in his system. if he could be anything.."a better fighter.." he mumbled.. then.."No a Super Soldier, I'd wish to be a super soldier.."

That sense of 'Wrongness' suddenly intensified as the smooth voice became darker with delight. "Wish Granted"
Frowning Xander turned and looked up again at the other.. and almost fell off of the chair as he took in the almost hansome face now coverd in wrinkles and bulges of a demon.
"Oh Shit.." was the only thing his befuddled mind could come up with as a hand touched the back of his neck..and pain tore through his system.

Everything in the room became sharper suddenly. more THERE.. scents invaded his nose and mouth so much so he felt like he was swallowing them. the band, a rather horrible band, on stage suddenly went from drunken annoying, to pure torture on overly sensitive ears that weren't used to adjusting themselves to sound because normaly he only had human hearing.
He jerked to his feet and found he had his balance easily but before he could move the demon, a wish demon if he wasn't mistaken, was gone in a blink. as if never having been there.

Xander stood there stupiedly then decided he'd done enough dumb things for the night and turned heading for the bar's door. bumping into an army man out with the gang for a drink and knocking his drink from his hand. Xander didn't think he just reacted, hand darting out and grabbing the drink before it could fall to far, and then offering it up to the man. considering this WAS sunnydale, the guy should of just blinked, ignored the weird, and gone back to his seat with his buddy's. instead he looked at Xander in horror.

When the man grabed Xander's free arm, in a grip ment to hurt, which didn't even really register.. Xander reacted and slamned the back of his hand into the other's throat, causeing his gag reflex to kick in, then reached out and shoving hte bear glas onto a nearby table slugged the other while at the same time swipeing his feet from under him as he'd been trained.
that's when the memories came. of the Drills, the lectures, the classes in stratigies.. of the experiments. the needles, gunk being shoved into their systems.. the memory of his family, his unit.
Of how they'd named each other. Alexander. Alex to his family. and right along side of those memories where the memories of his life in Sunny dale. meeting willow in school. and at the same time as that, running through the woods with his team in a simulation exercise. and on up. to when he was nine year's old. of when Zack, their 'Teams leader' had hatched the plan to escape the compound.

that was just after Jack, or better knowen as X5-597 to the Trainers, and scientests and other soldiers who knew them. and knew they didn't have 'names'. they'd named themselves. or well Zack and Max had hatched the plan. Max being Xander's twin sister. they where Identical, but for him being a boy and her a girl it was hard to tell them apart. anyways, that was when Jack had had a seizure, he'd held still as long as he could. fighting to keep up right and still like the rest of them. but then the trembling had gotten worse.
and he'd collapsed to the floor. it wasn'tt he first time Jack had Seizeured, but it was the first time their trainers had noticed it. there was a saying in their barracks. that it was better to be dead then to end up down in the basement.

they'd escaped alright. but had had to move fast, considering Max had also been having Seizure's. and no one wanted her to end up like Jack. Xander shook his head, all the jumbled information comeing to a screatching halt as he heard a foot step behind him, the man he'd hit and sent to the floor just a moment before groaning as he fought to breath. starting to turn, Xander wasn't able to lash out at the soldiers friend who slamned something that felt like one of the bar's pitcher's up side the side of his head, sending him into darkness.
When he'd come to, he was in the back of a van, persumebly on it's way from sunnydale.

Wrists tapped behind himself and legs free for walking. he took in his position in a moment and twisted lashing out at the one gaurd left in the back with him, never thinking he'd thank the whole sunnydale thing before but he sure as hel was now as he slamned his foot into the other males jaw and snapped his neck easily, he twisted, so his hands could slide the cuff down and around his ass, working his legs between both arms and then he was up and on his feet, slamning into the door's on the back of the van which gave easily.

He raced down the streets, dodged around a corner, and cut across another street, moving nearly as fast as a vamp as he dove down an alley, takeing a running jump start he kicked off of the alley's dead end wall, grasped the top of the wall with his hands and swung himself up and over the top and dropping down on the other side. he then studied the things holding his wrist and with a hard jerk and pull, he got his hands free of at least the thin chain between the wrist cuff's so that he could at least fight back now. running down the alley he dove through another section of brush and fallowed the new memorys to a telephone and dialed Zack's cell phone.

The phone rang twice before it was picked up. "Hello?" came the calm voice that Xander could remember so well. "Zack?" there was a pause and then. "Xan, what's wrong.." Xander took a shakie breath. "Nothing, had a run in with a bunch of Plain cloth soldiers at a bar. out on a night of fun.. I was just .. calling for a... a friendly voice.." he quickly hung up, knowing Zack wouldn't call back, as he took off towards Giles apartments.