Blackbird, in-flight to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youth~
"So," Bobby began, leaning across the center aisle to talk to Xander. "What's living above a Hellmouth like? I mean we heard Remy's story, but you *live* there. You've gotta have *some* tails of horror, right?"
Xander just grinned at that. "Um.. ok, I guess. Well, what do you want to know?"
Kitty turned around in her seat again. "Like, what was it like to live around demons?
"Well, less living around, more like running from the demons," Xander answered with a wry grin.
"OK, then when did you find out about vamps and stuff?" Bobby continued.
"Oh that's easy. Sophomore year of high school." Xander gave a rue little grin. "Buffy showed up an blew our quaint little world to bits." He kinda stared off into the distance in remembrance.
"Buffy?" Kitty asked. "You mean that chick back at the apartment?"
"Yup, that's her. The Slayer." Xander put on a false British accent, imitating Giles's infamous 'Slayer Speech.' "In every generation there is a girl. One girl in all the world with the power to fight the demons, the vampires and the forces of darkness."
"Cool," Bobby and Kitty said in unison, awe obvious in their voices.
Xander grimaced. "Not so cool when the vampires, demons and forces of darkness are trying to kill you for helping the slayer." He paused and thought for a moment. "Now let's see... I've been possessed twice, once by a hyena spirit and once by a soldier; almost been eating by gods know how many things; a giant mantis lady acting as a substitute teacher tried to have me fertilize her eggs, then bite my head off; fell in love with an ancient mummy that survived by sucking the life out of people; my old girlfriend was a vengeance demon that lost her power source when she created an alternate reality where me and my best friends are the most vicious vampires since Angelus and William the Bloody. And last but definitely not least, I've had said William the Bloody, AKA Spike the chipped wonder as a roommate for the last few months." 'And I think I'm developing a crush on said Spike AKA the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on.' Xander had just started to notice these feelings for Spike, and then this happens. He didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed that he wouldn't be seeing the vampire again for a long while.
The other mutant's mouths had dropped open when Xander had babbled for almost a minute strait, hardly pausing to breath, their minds boggled at the things he was saying.
"Oh, and we've averted at least, umm, three apocalypses."
~~~~~~~~~~
Westchester, New York ~ Xavier's Institute for gifted Youngsters
"Wow." Xander paused on the gangplank of the Blackbird, staring openmouthed at the cavernous hanger they had touched down in. He continued to gape at his surroundings as he followed the other mutants he now knew as Shadowcat, Ice Man, Gambit, and Wolverine. After they had adjusted to the plural of apocalypse, Bobby and Kitty had explained about who they were and what they did, even sharing some of the most interesting stories of their adventures, and Xander had continued to share his tales of the Hellmouth.
The five mutants entered a corridor and Xander had little to gape at but the plain stainless steel walls. He removed his sunglasses, not because he couldn't see, but because they gave everything a garish brown tint. Everyone here was supposed to be a mutant anyway, so they shouldn't care about his black eyes too much.
They entered a well concealed elevator hidden in one corner, and headed up to the main floor. They stepped out into a lavish hallway of what appeared to be a college type atmosphere. It reminded Xander of the few times he had set foot in U.C. Sunnydale to see Willow and Buffy, but more expansive and more expensive.
"Ah, Logan, you're back." The five turned to see a bald man in a wheelchair. "And this must be Xander." He turned his warm smile to the slightly nervous youth. "Welcome to the institute, my name is Professor Charles Xavier."
"Hi," Xander replied with a little wave, then a suspicious expression ghosted across his face. "How did you know to call me that?"
"How else?" Xavier said. 'I'm psychic.' he added telepathically.
Xander's dark eyes widened, but that was about it. He wasn't too surprised, Hellmouth born remember.
"So, how was your trip, not too grueling I hope."
"No! No, of course not." Xander grinned like a little kid. "The jet was great! Rode as smooth as glass."
"Good, good." The professor turned his chair and started down another lavish corridor. "Now, come along. I'll show you your room."
The room was huge. The main room alone was bigger than his entire basement flat. It also hade a connecting bathroom and an almost walk-in closet. When the professor had left, Xander dropped his duffel on the floor and flopped down on the bed.
'I don't think it's sunk in, yet,' he thought.'I must be in shock. I should be in hysterics by now.' But everything had happened so fast. Xander sighed, mentally cataloging the events since the dragon attack.
'First I single handedly save all of my friends from the demons, then four of the X-men show up at my- er Giles's- doorstep and tell me I'm a mutant. But, hey, bright side? Not a demon. *That's* always of the good. Last, said X-men bring me back to their New York base camp, slash *mansion*, for free training to use these new shadow powers (now don't that sound all ninja- ey).' Xander sighed, closing his eyes to the dark room that was still bright as day to his ultra-sensitive eyes. 'Well, I guess I'd better get some sleep. If I do break down, I can do it after breakfast.'
TBC...
"So," Bobby began, leaning across the center aisle to talk to Xander. "What's living above a Hellmouth like? I mean we heard Remy's story, but you *live* there. You've gotta have *some* tails of horror, right?"
Xander just grinned at that. "Um.. ok, I guess. Well, what do you want to know?"
Kitty turned around in her seat again. "Like, what was it like to live around demons?
"Well, less living around, more like running from the demons," Xander answered with a wry grin.
"OK, then when did you find out about vamps and stuff?" Bobby continued.
"Oh that's easy. Sophomore year of high school." Xander gave a rue little grin. "Buffy showed up an blew our quaint little world to bits." He kinda stared off into the distance in remembrance.
"Buffy?" Kitty asked. "You mean that chick back at the apartment?"
"Yup, that's her. The Slayer." Xander put on a false British accent, imitating Giles's infamous 'Slayer Speech.' "In every generation there is a girl. One girl in all the world with the power to fight the demons, the vampires and the forces of darkness."
"Cool," Bobby and Kitty said in unison, awe obvious in their voices.
Xander grimaced. "Not so cool when the vampires, demons and forces of darkness are trying to kill you for helping the slayer." He paused and thought for a moment. "Now let's see... I've been possessed twice, once by a hyena spirit and once by a soldier; almost been eating by gods know how many things; a giant mantis lady acting as a substitute teacher tried to have me fertilize her eggs, then bite my head off; fell in love with an ancient mummy that survived by sucking the life out of people; my old girlfriend was a vengeance demon that lost her power source when she created an alternate reality where me and my best friends are the most vicious vampires since Angelus and William the Bloody. And last but definitely not least, I've had said William the Bloody, AKA Spike the chipped wonder as a roommate for the last few months." 'And I think I'm developing a crush on said Spike AKA the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on.' Xander had just started to notice these feelings for Spike, and then this happens. He didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed that he wouldn't be seeing the vampire again for a long while.
The other mutant's mouths had dropped open when Xander had babbled for almost a minute strait, hardly pausing to breath, their minds boggled at the things he was saying.
"Oh, and we've averted at least, umm, three apocalypses."
~~~~~~~~~~
Westchester, New York ~ Xavier's Institute for gifted Youngsters
"Wow." Xander paused on the gangplank of the Blackbird, staring openmouthed at the cavernous hanger they had touched down in. He continued to gape at his surroundings as he followed the other mutants he now knew as Shadowcat, Ice Man, Gambit, and Wolverine. After they had adjusted to the plural of apocalypse, Bobby and Kitty had explained about who they were and what they did, even sharing some of the most interesting stories of their adventures, and Xander had continued to share his tales of the Hellmouth.
The five mutants entered a corridor and Xander had little to gape at but the plain stainless steel walls. He removed his sunglasses, not because he couldn't see, but because they gave everything a garish brown tint. Everyone here was supposed to be a mutant anyway, so they shouldn't care about his black eyes too much.
They entered a well concealed elevator hidden in one corner, and headed up to the main floor. They stepped out into a lavish hallway of what appeared to be a college type atmosphere. It reminded Xander of the few times he had set foot in U.C. Sunnydale to see Willow and Buffy, but more expansive and more expensive.
"Ah, Logan, you're back." The five turned to see a bald man in a wheelchair. "And this must be Xander." He turned his warm smile to the slightly nervous youth. "Welcome to the institute, my name is Professor Charles Xavier."
"Hi," Xander replied with a little wave, then a suspicious expression ghosted across his face. "How did you know to call me that?"
"How else?" Xavier said. 'I'm psychic.' he added telepathically.
Xander's dark eyes widened, but that was about it. He wasn't too surprised, Hellmouth born remember.
"So, how was your trip, not too grueling I hope."
"No! No, of course not." Xander grinned like a little kid. "The jet was great! Rode as smooth as glass."
"Good, good." The professor turned his chair and started down another lavish corridor. "Now, come along. I'll show you your room."
The room was huge. The main room alone was bigger than his entire basement flat. It also hade a connecting bathroom and an almost walk-in closet. When the professor had left, Xander dropped his duffel on the floor and flopped down on the bed.
'I don't think it's sunk in, yet,' he thought.'I must be in shock. I should be in hysterics by now.' But everything had happened so fast. Xander sighed, mentally cataloging the events since the dragon attack.
'First I single handedly save all of my friends from the demons, then four of the X-men show up at my- er Giles's- doorstep and tell me I'm a mutant. But, hey, bright side? Not a demon. *That's* always of the good. Last, said X-men bring me back to their New York base camp, slash *mansion*, for free training to use these new shadow powers (now don't that sound all ninja- ey).' Xander sighed, closing his eyes to the dark room that was still bright as day to his ultra-sensitive eyes. 'Well, I guess I'd better get some sleep. If I do break down, I can do it after breakfast.'
TBC...