STRANGE DAYS
Chapter 36
See first chapter for disclaimers.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one popped into my head a few days ago. I don't really like doing 'Xander with superpowers' fics, but this idea won't leave. If you have any comments or preferences, please don't be shy. RandR.
Gargoyle and Star Trek: The Original Series
And now…
Buffy the Vampire Slayer and ?
WATCH IT
Giles frowned at the artifact, not liking at all what he was seeing. It wasn't merely that it was completely unfamiliar to him, resembling nothing in any of his books, which would have been annoying enough. What really troubled him was its current location. "How did this happen again, Xander?"
"I don't know G-man, it just jumped up and grabbed me." Xander ignored the older man's scowl at the hated nickname and pressed on. "There was this hole in the ground, looked kind of like a bomb crater. When I looked in, it jumped out and grabbed me. Now it won't let go."
"Very odd. You feel no ill effects?" Xander shook his head. "Well, I will continue my research. In the meantime, I suggest you don't fiddle with it. There is no telling what this thing was designed to do or, given that it moved on its own, what its intentions are."
"Thanks, Giles. That's a thought I really could have done without."
The older man suppressed a sigh of exasperation. "Yes, well, give me a call if it starts to eat you. In the meantime, let me get back to my research."
OOOOOOOOOO
This is odd, Xander thought, watching the vampires back away from him cautiously. He hadn't meant to disobey Giles, not really, but when they cornered him near the salvage yard, threatening them with the doohickey on his wrist seemed the only option. There had been a flash of light and a momentary dizziness. Something happened; that was for sure, and it had the vamps scared. That was good. He just wished he knew what had happened.
The vamps weren't backing away anymore. Maybe the fact that he was just standing there was making them rethink their running away strategy. Better do something, he decided. A stack of hubcaps caught his eye and he grabbed one in each hand, remembering something he had once seen Buffy do. The vampires shared a baffled glance as he held up the spare parts in as threatening a manner as he could. One of them snickered and they started to move forward again.
Xander aimed and threw the hubcaps like discus, and just like that, there were suddenly four piles of dust in front of him. Four? Wait a minute. Xander glanced down at himself. Okay, this is strange. Gotta be double vision. Maybe I got hit on the head. He closed his eyes and then opened them to check again. No. Still got four arms. Two legs, though, which is good. Red skin, which is not good. Xander sighed. Well, there goes one theory. Whatever else the doohickey that grabbed my wrist is, it's not a watch.
THE END