Title: Superheroish - Prologue
Author: Michael Dunbar
Summary: Everyone's got their take on a Xander with super powers; in fact I've got a few myself. Here's another one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Buffy is owned by Joss and UPN. Dark Angel is owned by somebody who is not me.
- Date: 5th November 1981 Location: Unknown
A whisper echoed down the brightly lit hallways and it slowly got louder till almost painful levels. On a stainless steel table a woman laid convulsing in pain as physicians prodded her and inspected the many machines attached to her petite form.
The woman convulsed and the doctor's held her tightly to the table.
Scalpel's came next as they sliced into her skin, her eyes rolled back into her head and tried to block out the pain. It wasn't supposed to be this painful, of that she was sure, of that the doctors had reassured her.
One child for a good wealthy life.
It was a horrible thing to do, give her child away, but Sarah Foster had never been labelled a saint.
A whore yes, a saint never.
One day they had come and they had taken her away from her home in the city to a base in some mountain range, she was unsure of which ones. However she did see armed guards, so she was sure it was something to do with the government at least. She was given a small room to live in but she was assured that anything she wanted would be gotten for her, which alone made her stay.
Hundreds of tests were performed for hours on end on her, exhausting her completely inside and out. A month later and she was impregnated, with what she wasn't even sure because why would the government want to impregnate her with a child?
Why?
As the pregnancy developed things had gotten more complicated, things had become more painful for her.
When it came down to it the doctors had only cared for one thing, of that Sarah was sure.
The baby.
She knew that this baby, this pregnancy couldn't be normal. Sarah Foster knew that they'd done something to it, something awful and incomprehensible to the child that had grown within her.
But for now, at that very moment she didn't care.
She just wanted it out of her.
Moments away from freedom.
Her and the Child.
A cry was heard and then the bloody hair could be seen for a few seconds, the doctors quickly took control and removed her/him from the room. Those remaining patched her up and left quickly, leaving her on the bed in small amounts of discomfort and pain.
Sarah felt disgusted with herself, even in her drugged state, she didn't even know the gender of her baby.
She had hit a whole new low.
A week after she was sent on her way.
150,000 dollars in her bank account but without the smile on her face she was expecting.
Was it worth it?
-
Donald Lydecker stood looking out of the window of his large spacious office, a smile on his lips as he saw the gates open and close for the tenth time that day. They'd been successful, the in-vitro work was completed and the only thing left now was the training that they would undergo.
It would take years but he would be successful simply because he never failed, before the next 20 years is over he would have an army so completely perfect that the world would shiver as they marched. An army so completely in tune with each other that if one was stabbed another would bleed, an army bred for destruction.
So far it had all gone perfectly sound, all babies healthy and accounted for.
So far
So good
- Date: 3rd October 1989 Location: Unknown
The world was spinning as his feet pounded the snow, never stopping or turning as he ran. His speed would have been awe inspiring to anyone that could witness it but there wasn't anybody around, no one except the children and the soldiers and the alarm in the distance.
The child spotted the gun instantly as it was pulled up, but he was quick as he launched a flurry of punches and a kick that knocked the grown man clear off his feet and into unconsciousness as he fell not 10 feet away. Without stopping he rushed forward at an even faster paced and jumped for all that he was worth, catching the top of the electric fence he sighed happily in the knowledge that it was no longer active as he simply pulled himself up and over.
Into the darkness he went, sweeping across the ground with little or no sound towards a world that wasn't ready for him.
That possibly never would be.
- Date: 21st March 1991 Location: Sunnydale, California
He had lived with the Harris's for a year and half now, he found them to be a nice couple that would welcome a child and he meant to fill that spot for them.
It was his own idea to be taken into care, an idea thought up to hide himself from his would-be hunters. He had the mind of a tactical genius and this was the best plan that it could come up with. To hide in the very system that was hunting him would provide him with a certain amount of satisfaction while avoiding ever going back to that place. So he had just dropped into an office one day, crying to be taken in and homed someplace and it had taken them two weeks at best before he was sent to Sunnydale, California.
At first glance he had approved of his placing, the middle aged woman known as Sarah Harris was indeed a happy looking cheery woman that screamed out for a child to mother and her husband seemed as equally pleased to have a child in the house and thus he settled in
School wasn't far behind as he was enrolled in the nearest elementary school automatically. His place among the students was in question as he lost focus on his school work; it seemed to him to be rather pointless since he knew the answer to every question they would ask. Not only did he have the mind of a tactical genius but they also wanted soldiers with intelligence, unheard of he was sure.
So for a year he had attended that small school with a bunch of children the likes of which he could never seem to grasp. He knew it would take time but he would blend in, after all wasn't it a soldiers duty to blend into their surroundings.
He never remembered his name, they had just given him a number as part of the team he was in.
Never a name.
So to suit the purpose of his new life he had taken the name of Sarah's dad, from now on he should be called.
Alexander Lavelle Harris.
- Date: 1st May 1992 Location: Sunnydale elementary school
Alex hated this; school to him was pointless in itself but play time was an even more waste of time. This world was a far different one to the life he was used to, the life he used to lead.
From across the playground he spotted the trouble before it had even begun, the way the children walked with a purpose and in a more predatory fashion. No one would ever notice without a trained eye but even children can give off an aura of predatory instincts, of been the alpha in a pack under certain circumstances.
It came from the very beings that we were, the very core.
He knew the child well that was the leader, one of the bullies of the school. Mark Balshaw his name was, he hadn't bothered Alex yet but he guessed it was only a matter of time before he did.
Mark was the kind of child that liked to push other's around, so much so that he even had his own little group of followers. From the direction he was walking in it seemed his victim of the day would be Jesse McCormick.
The blonde child known as Jesse sat their oblivious with his friend Willow, they were talking about cartoons and how much they hated teachers well Jesse hated the teachers Willow didn't mind them. It was the usual stuff to talk about at school in the playground. However the silence was broken and before Jesse knew what hit him his bag was snatched from his hands and thrown across the playground, he gulped and stared at the face of the kid he feared the most in the school.
"Hey... Mark, what's happening man..."
"You seemed to have dropped your bag" he laughed slightly and watched as Jesse went to pick the small bag up.
"Yea... Thanks..."
Before he knew what was happening his bag was emptied onto the ground and he gulped, knowing it wouldn't end well.
The red haired girl, Willow to her friends, was furious. She was usually quiet and timid and hardly ever got angry but she despised bullies more than anything especially ones that picked on her friends.
"Hey, stop throwing his bag... why do you have to be such a meany..."
"Who asked you ginger?" Mark smiled at her before kicking some of Jesse's things around on the floor.
"Hey man... Just leave my books alone..."
Jesse probably knew he should have never taken that tone of voice and was prepared for either the verbal or physical berating that would most likely come.
However Alexander while standing across the playground had finally had enough, he was fed up of standing on the side lines as these children threatened other children of his age. It was probably going against every thing he said he would do but he walked on over to intervene.
"Mark... I'd say it's probably best if you and your friends left"
Mark turned at the new voice and stared into the eyes of Alexander for a brief second and he understood in that second what could probably happen if he disobeyed. He was still a child and he wouldn't enjoy of explaining to his mother why his clothes were ruined in another fight.
He was still a child and yet he knew them eyes, knew what they could do.
Mark smirked but nodded his head "Fine... I'll leave you with your loser friends..."
They walked away and Alex watched them head towards the other side of the playground before he turned back to the other two.
"... Thanks "Jesse murmured "Alex... "
"Yea" Willow added then smiled, she felt the need to include him in their activities for some reason "i-iff you want you can come over to mine after school, we are going to watch cartoons. "
Alex was going to reject them, but he decided to accept. If he was ever going to blend in then he would need to socialise at least.
-
Date: 15th March 1997 Location: Sunnydale High school
"Scuse me, comin' through, pardon me, 'scuse me, whoa! 'Scuse me, not sure how to stop! Please move, whoa, 'scuse me..."
Alexander Harris deftly moved around the individuals littering the front of the school with an almost perfect balance despite his words that was until he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
Catching a flash of light against his eyes he almost rubbed them until he saw what it was. A blonde haired girl was walking up the stairs of the school.
(New Girl) Xander thought and smiled, she was a looker definitely.
"Whoa"
Getting distracted wasn't always a good thing when you were trying your best on a wheeled device, he never saw the metal railings but as he hit it full on he span in mid-air and automatically adjusted himself to land on his feet.
Perfect balance, thanks to his DNA.
"Wow..."
Xander heard Jesse's amazed statement and turned to see him standing with Willow they were looking at him with wide eyes. Despite that he smiled at them, his usual friendly smile.
"Beginners luck... "He assured them and smiled wider "Will you are so the person I wanted to see...."
"I am?" She smiled wide and took up beside him as they walked through the entrance of Sunnydale high.
"Definitely... I'm having trouble with the math..." He grinned.
"Which part?"
"The Math..." He replied as if it was obvious "Please be my study buddy..."
"I don't know why you need me; you always come up with the answers pretty quickly when I test you... All it requires is you to put some effort in"
Willow looked at him once then sighed deeply "fine... What's in it for me though?"
"A Shiny nickel"
"New Girl" Jesse cut in "Very much the hottie apparently"
"Seen her, very nice... So what's the what?" Xander asked, he flipped open his locker and slammed his bag inside before grabbing a pen.
"New Girl..."
As if that was an answer.
"Well you're a font of nothing..."
"By the way Xander, you should check Theories in Trig out if you want me to help you...." Willow looked at him as he stared blankly "From the library... where the books live?"
"Right... Gotcha. Ill do that... Now here we go, once more unto the fray my friends..."
It was chemistry first for them, to which Xander wasn't too pleased. The teacher, a Miss Shaw seemed to take great pleasure in making him answer a lot of the questions posed.
Something he never liked to do.
The trio took there respective seats in the class room and chatted idly about the weekend and what events were happening in the week, the usual stuff for teenagers to talk about.
Alexander Harris could finally say he'd found his niche, he was totally and utterly happy with his life in Sunnydale. He was aware that they were still looking for him but happy in the knowledge that strange occurrences seemed to be forgotten in this small town. He had his friends, his limitless knowledge of TV trivia and his smarts when he put them to good use.
Happy.
"We have a new student it seems." The teacher flashed a smile to the door and in walked the new girl, Xander almost lost his breath "Buffy Summers... The Class"
The girl seemed nervous, she was looking around for a seat and he caught her eye with his wide smile in her direction. He looked like a happy guy to her and someone she wouldn't mind been around.
Jesse and Willow always sat together leaving an empty chair next to him and since Sunnydale lost more students than it gained that meant the seat next to him rarely got taken.
Buffy nervously took her seat next to Xander and waved slightly "umm Hi.... I'm..."
"Buffy... right?" He grinned at her and she blushed slightly "I'm Xander Harris, first names actually Alexander but I thought I needed a super-hero moniker and thus I was born..."
Buffy laughed slightly, already taking an interest to the boy at her side. The classroom was now merely a backdrop to their conversation and the teacher's words about Oxygen and Hydrogen instantly forgotten.
"Oh very super hero like... "she replied and placed her bag at her feet.
"I thought so" He leaned in to whisper "However my middle name is a no go area for anything resembling decency or Super heroism... If you stick around long enough I might tell you what it is..."
Buffy smiled at him and pushed a stray hair behind her ear, she could definitely get to like this Sunnydale.
Chemistry came and went in the blink of an eye, they tried to remain silent but a few choice words from the teacher sent Xander yet again to detention. He didn't mean to do any of the things that sent him there, but he wouldn't let a friend go when he could go in their place. It was a loyalty thing with him.
Still it was only one more hour at school, a pain but doable nonetheless.
The four musketeers walked out of the chemistry lab and Xander flanked Buffy at her side, while Jesse took her other side and then Willow.
"Buffy, Willow and Jesse.... Jesse and Willow.... Buffy" Xander smiled as they all shook hands "See I'm not the only one with a super-hero name... Buffy's superheroish... sounds like a killer Bunny with grenades..."
At that thought they all laughed and walked towards the machines at the end of the hallway. Free periods were the god send for every student in the entire world.
"Oh chocolatey goodness... come to me... come to me...."
Willow and Buffy stood to his side looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"What... it's chocolate, it's for the good of all man kind.... I'm a man and if its kind enough to give me my snickers I wont break the fricking machine" He punched the side and the bar he was waiting for dropped down followed by 2 others he hadn't paid for "wow... Guess it's my lucky day..."
Xander felt the eyes on him before he'd even stood up and he handed a bar each over to the girls "Don't say I never give you nothing... "
Buffy and Willow smiled at each other as they all walked out to the quad and took a seat on a bench. They watched the guys playing football not far away, lobbing the ball too and fro as hard as they could.
"So Buffy... Where exactly do you come from? " Jesse asked curiously while he held his bag tightly on his lap
"LA... We moved here because my mom switched jobs..."
"Fate as drawn you here it would seem, to bring wonder and enchantment to our lives..."
All three of them eyes Xander.
"What.... Ok maybe I have been watching too many Fantasy films... "He grinned "Anyways, what I want to know is what makes Buffy 'the killer bunny' tick?"
"Tick..." She gulped.
"Yea, you know... Favourite TV show, Favourite Film, colour, song, turn offs and turn ons..." He openly leered at the end of the sentence causing Buffy to blush slightly.
"Not at all intrusive" Willow noted with a sarcastic grin.
"Well.... "
"There's a dead guy in the locker...."
Cordelia's words interrupted Buffy and she span around so quick she nearly got whiplash.
"Dead guy?"
"Like totally dead?"
"Not just a little dead then?" Xander commented dryly and slapped his own head at the terrible joke.
"You know if you need a shoulder to cry on.... Or to nibble on" Jesse didn't get to finish the statement as Cordelia turned on him with a nasty stare.
"Were there any marks?" Buffy asked before she realised what she'd said.
"Eww... Morbid much..."
Cordelia soon left after spreading the gossip that was after all what she was very good at. Buffy gulped nervously as her new friends started talking around her and she had to know, one way or the other.
"Ermm... I have to go..." She flashed past them "Ill see you all later..."
Buffy disappeared quickly out of sight and Xander eyed where she had gone with a cautiousness his friends never knew he possessed, something had wigged Buffy out a lot.
"Guys, I gotta book too... Get the books actually, library right wills?" He grinned at her before heading off, but just as he took a step he noticed on the floor a very small piece of sharpened wood. Eyeing it he slipped it in his pocket before looking after where Buffy had gone with an eyebrow raised.
(Curiouser and Curiouser)
Author: Michael Dunbar
Summary: Everyone's got their take on a Xander with super powers; in fact I've got a few myself. Here's another one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Buffy is owned by Joss and UPN. Dark Angel is owned by somebody who is not me.
- Date: 5th November 1981 Location: Unknown
A whisper echoed down the brightly lit hallways and it slowly got louder till almost painful levels. On a stainless steel table a woman laid convulsing in pain as physicians prodded her and inspected the many machines attached to her petite form.
The woman convulsed and the doctor's held her tightly to the table.
Scalpel's came next as they sliced into her skin, her eyes rolled back into her head and tried to block out the pain. It wasn't supposed to be this painful, of that she was sure, of that the doctors had reassured her.
One child for a good wealthy life.
It was a horrible thing to do, give her child away, but Sarah Foster had never been labelled a saint.
A whore yes, a saint never.
One day they had come and they had taken her away from her home in the city to a base in some mountain range, she was unsure of which ones. However she did see armed guards, so she was sure it was something to do with the government at least. She was given a small room to live in but she was assured that anything she wanted would be gotten for her, which alone made her stay.
Hundreds of tests were performed for hours on end on her, exhausting her completely inside and out. A month later and she was impregnated, with what she wasn't even sure because why would the government want to impregnate her with a child?
Why?
As the pregnancy developed things had gotten more complicated, things had become more painful for her.
When it came down to it the doctors had only cared for one thing, of that Sarah was sure.
The baby.
She knew that this baby, this pregnancy couldn't be normal. Sarah Foster knew that they'd done something to it, something awful and incomprehensible to the child that had grown within her.
But for now, at that very moment she didn't care.
She just wanted it out of her.
Moments away from freedom.
Her and the Child.
A cry was heard and then the bloody hair could be seen for a few seconds, the doctors quickly took control and removed her/him from the room. Those remaining patched her up and left quickly, leaving her on the bed in small amounts of discomfort and pain.
Sarah felt disgusted with herself, even in her drugged state, she didn't even know the gender of her baby.
She had hit a whole new low.
A week after she was sent on her way.
150,000 dollars in her bank account but without the smile on her face she was expecting.
Was it worth it?
-
Donald Lydecker stood looking out of the window of his large spacious office, a smile on his lips as he saw the gates open and close for the tenth time that day. They'd been successful, the in-vitro work was completed and the only thing left now was the training that they would undergo.
It would take years but he would be successful simply because he never failed, before the next 20 years is over he would have an army so completely perfect that the world would shiver as they marched. An army so completely in tune with each other that if one was stabbed another would bleed, an army bred for destruction.
So far it had all gone perfectly sound, all babies healthy and accounted for.
So far
So good
- Date: 3rd October 1989 Location: Unknown
The world was spinning as his feet pounded the snow, never stopping or turning as he ran. His speed would have been awe inspiring to anyone that could witness it but there wasn't anybody around, no one except the children and the soldiers and the alarm in the distance.
The child spotted the gun instantly as it was pulled up, but he was quick as he launched a flurry of punches and a kick that knocked the grown man clear off his feet and into unconsciousness as he fell not 10 feet away. Without stopping he rushed forward at an even faster paced and jumped for all that he was worth, catching the top of the electric fence he sighed happily in the knowledge that it was no longer active as he simply pulled himself up and over.
Into the darkness he went, sweeping across the ground with little or no sound towards a world that wasn't ready for him.
That possibly never would be.
- Date: 21st March 1991 Location: Sunnydale, California
He had lived with the Harris's for a year and half now, he found them to be a nice couple that would welcome a child and he meant to fill that spot for them.
It was his own idea to be taken into care, an idea thought up to hide himself from his would-be hunters. He had the mind of a tactical genius and this was the best plan that it could come up with. To hide in the very system that was hunting him would provide him with a certain amount of satisfaction while avoiding ever going back to that place. So he had just dropped into an office one day, crying to be taken in and homed someplace and it had taken them two weeks at best before he was sent to Sunnydale, California.
At first glance he had approved of his placing, the middle aged woman known as Sarah Harris was indeed a happy looking cheery woman that screamed out for a child to mother and her husband seemed as equally pleased to have a child in the house and thus he settled in
School wasn't far behind as he was enrolled in the nearest elementary school automatically. His place among the students was in question as he lost focus on his school work; it seemed to him to be rather pointless since he knew the answer to every question they would ask. Not only did he have the mind of a tactical genius but they also wanted soldiers with intelligence, unheard of he was sure.
So for a year he had attended that small school with a bunch of children the likes of which he could never seem to grasp. He knew it would take time but he would blend in, after all wasn't it a soldiers duty to blend into their surroundings.
He never remembered his name, they had just given him a number as part of the team he was in.
Never a name.
So to suit the purpose of his new life he had taken the name of Sarah's dad, from now on he should be called.
Alexander Lavelle Harris.
- Date: 1st May 1992 Location: Sunnydale elementary school
Alex hated this; school to him was pointless in itself but play time was an even more waste of time. This world was a far different one to the life he was used to, the life he used to lead.
From across the playground he spotted the trouble before it had even begun, the way the children walked with a purpose and in a more predatory fashion. No one would ever notice without a trained eye but even children can give off an aura of predatory instincts, of been the alpha in a pack under certain circumstances.
It came from the very beings that we were, the very core.
He knew the child well that was the leader, one of the bullies of the school. Mark Balshaw his name was, he hadn't bothered Alex yet but he guessed it was only a matter of time before he did.
Mark was the kind of child that liked to push other's around, so much so that he even had his own little group of followers. From the direction he was walking in it seemed his victim of the day would be Jesse McCormick.
The blonde child known as Jesse sat their oblivious with his friend Willow, they were talking about cartoons and how much they hated teachers well Jesse hated the teachers Willow didn't mind them. It was the usual stuff to talk about at school in the playground. However the silence was broken and before Jesse knew what hit him his bag was snatched from his hands and thrown across the playground, he gulped and stared at the face of the kid he feared the most in the school.
"Hey... Mark, what's happening man..."
"You seemed to have dropped your bag" he laughed slightly and watched as Jesse went to pick the small bag up.
"Yea... Thanks..."
Before he knew what was happening his bag was emptied onto the ground and he gulped, knowing it wouldn't end well.
The red haired girl, Willow to her friends, was furious. She was usually quiet and timid and hardly ever got angry but she despised bullies more than anything especially ones that picked on her friends.
"Hey, stop throwing his bag... why do you have to be such a meany..."
"Who asked you ginger?" Mark smiled at her before kicking some of Jesse's things around on the floor.
"Hey man... Just leave my books alone..."
Jesse probably knew he should have never taken that tone of voice and was prepared for either the verbal or physical berating that would most likely come.
However Alexander while standing across the playground had finally had enough, he was fed up of standing on the side lines as these children threatened other children of his age. It was probably going against every thing he said he would do but he walked on over to intervene.
"Mark... I'd say it's probably best if you and your friends left"
Mark turned at the new voice and stared into the eyes of Alexander for a brief second and he understood in that second what could probably happen if he disobeyed. He was still a child and he wouldn't enjoy of explaining to his mother why his clothes were ruined in another fight.
He was still a child and yet he knew them eyes, knew what they could do.
Mark smirked but nodded his head "Fine... I'll leave you with your loser friends..."
They walked away and Alex watched them head towards the other side of the playground before he turned back to the other two.
"... Thanks "Jesse murmured "Alex... "
"Yea" Willow added then smiled, she felt the need to include him in their activities for some reason "i-iff you want you can come over to mine after school, we are going to watch cartoons. "
Alex was going to reject them, but he decided to accept. If he was ever going to blend in then he would need to socialise at least.
-
Date: 15th March 1997 Location: Sunnydale High school
"Scuse me, comin' through, pardon me, 'scuse me, whoa! 'Scuse me, not sure how to stop! Please move, whoa, 'scuse me..."
Alexander Harris deftly moved around the individuals littering the front of the school with an almost perfect balance despite his words that was until he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
Catching a flash of light against his eyes he almost rubbed them until he saw what it was. A blonde haired girl was walking up the stairs of the school.
(New Girl) Xander thought and smiled, she was a looker definitely.
"Whoa"
Getting distracted wasn't always a good thing when you were trying your best on a wheeled device, he never saw the metal railings but as he hit it full on he span in mid-air and automatically adjusted himself to land on his feet.
Perfect balance, thanks to his DNA.
"Wow..."
Xander heard Jesse's amazed statement and turned to see him standing with Willow they were looking at him with wide eyes. Despite that he smiled at them, his usual friendly smile.
"Beginners luck... "He assured them and smiled wider "Will you are so the person I wanted to see...."
"I am?" She smiled wide and took up beside him as they walked through the entrance of Sunnydale high.
"Definitely... I'm having trouble with the math..." He grinned.
"Which part?"
"The Math..." He replied as if it was obvious "Please be my study buddy..."
"I don't know why you need me; you always come up with the answers pretty quickly when I test you... All it requires is you to put some effort in"
Willow looked at him once then sighed deeply "fine... What's in it for me though?"
"A Shiny nickel"
"New Girl" Jesse cut in "Very much the hottie apparently"
"Seen her, very nice... So what's the what?" Xander asked, he flipped open his locker and slammed his bag inside before grabbing a pen.
"New Girl..."
As if that was an answer.
"Well you're a font of nothing..."
"By the way Xander, you should check Theories in Trig out if you want me to help you...." Willow looked at him as he stared blankly "From the library... where the books live?"
"Right... Gotcha. Ill do that... Now here we go, once more unto the fray my friends..."
It was chemistry first for them, to which Xander wasn't too pleased. The teacher, a Miss Shaw seemed to take great pleasure in making him answer a lot of the questions posed.
Something he never liked to do.
The trio took there respective seats in the class room and chatted idly about the weekend and what events were happening in the week, the usual stuff for teenagers to talk about.
Alexander Harris could finally say he'd found his niche, he was totally and utterly happy with his life in Sunnydale. He was aware that they were still looking for him but happy in the knowledge that strange occurrences seemed to be forgotten in this small town. He had his friends, his limitless knowledge of TV trivia and his smarts when he put them to good use.
Happy.
"We have a new student it seems." The teacher flashed a smile to the door and in walked the new girl, Xander almost lost his breath "Buffy Summers... The Class"
The girl seemed nervous, she was looking around for a seat and he caught her eye with his wide smile in her direction. He looked like a happy guy to her and someone she wouldn't mind been around.
Jesse and Willow always sat together leaving an empty chair next to him and since Sunnydale lost more students than it gained that meant the seat next to him rarely got taken.
Buffy nervously took her seat next to Xander and waved slightly "umm Hi.... I'm..."
"Buffy... right?" He grinned at her and she blushed slightly "I'm Xander Harris, first names actually Alexander but I thought I needed a super-hero moniker and thus I was born..."
Buffy laughed slightly, already taking an interest to the boy at her side. The classroom was now merely a backdrop to their conversation and the teacher's words about Oxygen and Hydrogen instantly forgotten.
"Oh very super hero like... "she replied and placed her bag at her feet.
"I thought so" He leaned in to whisper "However my middle name is a no go area for anything resembling decency or Super heroism... If you stick around long enough I might tell you what it is..."
Buffy smiled at him and pushed a stray hair behind her ear, she could definitely get to like this Sunnydale.
Chemistry came and went in the blink of an eye, they tried to remain silent but a few choice words from the teacher sent Xander yet again to detention. He didn't mean to do any of the things that sent him there, but he wouldn't let a friend go when he could go in their place. It was a loyalty thing with him.
Still it was only one more hour at school, a pain but doable nonetheless.
The four musketeers walked out of the chemistry lab and Xander flanked Buffy at her side, while Jesse took her other side and then Willow.
"Buffy, Willow and Jesse.... Jesse and Willow.... Buffy" Xander smiled as they all shook hands "See I'm not the only one with a super-hero name... Buffy's superheroish... sounds like a killer Bunny with grenades..."
At that thought they all laughed and walked towards the machines at the end of the hallway. Free periods were the god send for every student in the entire world.
"Oh chocolatey goodness... come to me... come to me...."
Willow and Buffy stood to his side looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"What... it's chocolate, it's for the good of all man kind.... I'm a man and if its kind enough to give me my snickers I wont break the fricking machine" He punched the side and the bar he was waiting for dropped down followed by 2 others he hadn't paid for "wow... Guess it's my lucky day..."
Xander felt the eyes on him before he'd even stood up and he handed a bar each over to the girls "Don't say I never give you nothing... "
Buffy and Willow smiled at each other as they all walked out to the quad and took a seat on a bench. They watched the guys playing football not far away, lobbing the ball too and fro as hard as they could.
"So Buffy... Where exactly do you come from? " Jesse asked curiously while he held his bag tightly on his lap
"LA... We moved here because my mom switched jobs..."
"Fate as drawn you here it would seem, to bring wonder and enchantment to our lives..."
All three of them eyes Xander.
"What.... Ok maybe I have been watching too many Fantasy films... "He grinned "Anyways, what I want to know is what makes Buffy 'the killer bunny' tick?"
"Tick..." She gulped.
"Yea, you know... Favourite TV show, Favourite Film, colour, song, turn offs and turn ons..." He openly leered at the end of the sentence causing Buffy to blush slightly.
"Not at all intrusive" Willow noted with a sarcastic grin.
"Well.... "
"There's a dead guy in the locker...."
Cordelia's words interrupted Buffy and she span around so quick she nearly got whiplash.
"Dead guy?"
"Like totally dead?"
"Not just a little dead then?" Xander commented dryly and slapped his own head at the terrible joke.
"You know if you need a shoulder to cry on.... Or to nibble on" Jesse didn't get to finish the statement as Cordelia turned on him with a nasty stare.
"Were there any marks?" Buffy asked before she realised what she'd said.
"Eww... Morbid much..."
Cordelia soon left after spreading the gossip that was after all what she was very good at. Buffy gulped nervously as her new friends started talking around her and she had to know, one way or the other.
"Ermm... I have to go..." She flashed past them "Ill see you all later..."
Buffy disappeared quickly out of sight and Xander eyed where she had gone with a cautiousness his friends never knew he possessed, something had wigged Buffy out a lot.
"Guys, I gotta book too... Get the books actually, library right wills?" He grinned at her before heading off, but just as he took a step he noticed on the floor a very small piece of sharpened wood. Eyeing it he slipped it in his pocket before looking after where Buffy had gone with an eyebrow raised.
(Curiouser and Curiouser)