Later, amidst rare moments of calm he would wonder. Where would he be now had Cordelia not intervened that night?

Xander's excitement was as obvious as was the fact that the master of the snark-fu, his words, liked the alchemical creation called twinkies. After months of waiting he would finally get to see Buffy in a sexy costume! As his mind conjured image after image his perverted smile only grew more.

Slapping his own face he focused back on his task, "head in the game Xan-man, business then pleasure. Lets see what we can scrounge up with our budget, then we can worry about Buffy."

Checking his pockets once more and then the prices of the props around him he winced, it didn't look good. Taking into account his..extracurricular activities and his family situation, the young man had done quite well for himself all things considered. But good enough to recklessly splurge so much for just a night of fun? No.

His eyes fell on a soldier costume, the classics had a style of their own right?! Having made up his mind and just as he was reaching for said item a familiar voice stopped him.

"Hey dweeb, what are you doing here? You planning to go the party tonight? Isn't this shop a little bit out of your budget nerd?"

Finally turning to face the girl, the half formed smile which had started to appear was replaced entirely by a scowl, "Oh screw you Cordelia. Yeah I am planning to attend, and for your information I can buy anything from this place"

Rolling her eyes she let out a disdainful scoff, "Aha, sure. Whatever you say nerd. I am sure you will..awe us with your costume. Later." having said her piece said she turned and headed deeper inside the store, her gaggle of sycophants trailing after her, giggling all the while.

Ears burning and with his heart pumping the teenager almost let out a snarl before re-composing himself. Well you only live once right? Maybe he could afford to spend a couple dollars more, plus all this night time adventuring and the troubles he had to solve due to it, as well as his uncle's lessons had ensured that Xander was a remarkably talented young man as far as building things on a shoe-string budget went.

In other words, in a different reality, without all that demonic bull he would have made a fine engineer.

Using his rage as both fuel and a focus he took stock of the items around him, the soldier kit was a no go. Too expensive and lacking in enough materials to modify, well modify into whatever he decided to make that is. Unconsciously stepping back and forth to avoid the other shop goers and allow them to pass something surfaced from his memories, that game that recently came out..

An appreciative hum left his lips as he once more took stock of what was around him and within his newly expanded budget. Smile blooming once more he started gathering his toys, he could work with this..

Like a hit from Thor's hammer, a stray thought made him pause midway to the counter, 'I spent some on fixing up Willow's toys, then some more yesterday on the library's coffee machine, that means..'

"Fuck! I need more duct tape."

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Wrenching the helmet from his head and throwing it aside, Xander puked as the memories hit. Memories of last night and more importantly memories from him. Caring neither for the fact that the poor prop caved in on itself as it hit the wall and the poster on it with a loud 'crack', nor for the fact that before yesterday this wasn't something he could have done, never mind doing it with such ease.

Still the boy, nay the man was made of sterner stuff. Yesterday's events only solidifying the core of his being into something more. Wiping the spittle from his mouth, Xander stood.

At the same instant, in a multiverse so far away from his own and within which lay horrors the powers that be would be terrified off, the lid of a coffin/tomb/prison exploded upwards as shrapnel. Thanks to this impossible event which had transpired, the Hellwalker had revitalized himself. As he dusted the smidgen of plaster covering his form, while ignoring the terrified maykrs backing away from him, terrified screeches and roars echoed in the distance. Somehow his ever-present scowl worsened, ahh yes, he did leave something unfinished didn't he. More specifically hell's genocide was only half complete, no?

He cocked his shotgun.

Oblivious to all that, and having cleaned his room the young man, still in the tatters of his costume sighed and composed himself before entering his bathroom. With dread in his heart he approached and looked at the mirror.

What starred back at him was both familiar and alien, it was almost enough to trigger the so called uncanny valley. For the Xander that was, was no more. Gazing back at him with an equally piercing gaze was nearly a stranger.

Gone was the baby fat and the more contoured face of the Harris lineage, a strong jawline and an alomst square face glared back at him. As for his frame..

Dropping his eyes downwards he looked at his muscular arms, his very muscular arms attached to some wide wide shoulders. And he was quite certain that gaining a couple of inches overnight was simply not the done thing.

Torn for a moment between flexing and scowling he thought about what he should do. If there was a silver lining in all this mess, it was the fact that outside of his friends nobody would question this. For once he was happy about the "Sunnydale syndrome's" existence. His family definitely wouldn't care, weird memory mojo or not.

But bad jokes aside he was stalling..he picked up his phone and dialed a number. It was so tiny now...

"Hey Giles. Yeah its Xander, can I come in? We miiight have a bit of a problem. Yeah. It does have something to do with yesterday. Yeah they better come as well, ok."

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In her own modest opinion, Buffy was patient. No, she was almost a saint of patience. But still, having to endure Giles worried questions regarding any potential after-effects, while Willow, standing by her side fired of her own observations and questions towards the librarian..

It was almost like..what was the phrase the redhead by her side used once, a 'self reinforcing loop'. Buffy nodded to herself, that sounded about right. Still monster of patience or not, enough was enough.

"So why are we still here, we've told you we are fine. And both you and Willow agree that whatever memories or "powers", assuming a simple ghost or a normal noble lady had any to speak off in the first place. Would fade in the coming days."

Under his charge's annoyed stare, the man could only let out a tired exhale before removing his glasses so as to engage in his ritual.

"Well, you would be right of course. Under normal circumstances that is, or at least..as normal as they can be on top of a hellmouth. To answer your question, we are waiting for Xander."

The blonde blinked, ignoring Willow's blush by her side with practiced ease, "What for, I mean from what little I can remember he was certainly awesome yesterday, and I bet Spike will still be crying over the loss of his arm and leg but what off it?"

Here the man winced, "Ahh, apparently unlike you and Ms. Rosenberg here, his..situation is a tad more complicated and he is still facing some..issues."

"Ah."

"Gasp! Is Xander okay, oh gosh whatifheneeds-" Ignoring the Willow-babble with a wince the girl took a seat. The redhead apparently having forgotten the need for breathing. And if Buffy had to judge by her widened eyes, she was about to increase the tempo even further.

"Ah Ms. Rosenberg."

Ignoring the librarian's tactful attempt, Willow all but tackled Buffy as she placed her hands on the seated girl's shoulders and did her best to imitate a shaker. "Buffywhatarewegoingtodo! Ohno!Hemightbe-"

Grasping the girl's hands she snapped, "Willow! Get it together!" At her warning squeeze, the young witch blinked as she stopped and took a breath.

"Oh gosh! Buffy I am sorry, but-"

At the blonde's zipping motion she paused, "Nah ah. We are all worried, Willow but this ain't helping. You-" she pointed towards a free chair, "sit. And remember deep breaths"

Blushing the girl did as she was told.

Peace settled within the library for a few moments before a loud thump caused by a ginormous stack of books landing on their table jostled the two girls out of their calm.

"Really Giles?"

Letting out a soft chuckle at his charge's whining tone he replied, "Well your education is important Buffy, and since we will be waiting one way or another, why not take advantage of it?"

Her friend had of course already reached for a book with a wobbly smile, casting one last mean glance towards her watcher Buffy did the same.

After a few minutes of tortur-..studying, and of feeling her brain rebelling and trying to escape her skull the slayer prayed for a miracle. Moments later her wish was answered.

"Mrgle"

Putting down the book she looked towards the source of that sound, Willow seemed stunned was..was that drool on her chin? She followed the direction said girl's eyes were gazing at. Specifically the library's door, the door upon which stood her friend.

"Oh my!"

She had to agree with Giles, if for somewhat different reasons. Where as before the twinkie fiend was a tall if somewhat lanky young man, now at the door stood a specimen of manliness.

Tall and strong, dangerous! Trying to ignore her suddenly flaring slayer instincts she nonetheless had to agree with them. The man at the door at least still resembled Xander somewhat. That is if he had taken a dive into a bathtub filled with the super soldier serum and had grown to nearly 7 feet in return.

"Hey guys, as you can see..we have a bit of a problem"

Willow whimpered and Xander looked at the girl with confusion, unbeknownst to him his voice had dropped a few..octaves, even if it otherwise still sounded the same-ish.

The watcher run a hand through his hair before once more starting to polish his glasses, rising from his seat but a moment later and approaching the young man, "That we do Mr Harris. Please come in."

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"Oh my, isn't that a bit..much my dear? That sounds like an extreme response over one, and pardon my manners for saying this, not even all that special young man. The slayer i could somewhat understand but this.."

The demon trying to sit opposite him snarled, volcanic hellfire dripping down its unholy form in increasing rivulets as its anger grew. It leaned forward, gripping the armrests tighter and leaving deep gouges with its talons.

Mayor Wilkins frowned at their dreadful lack of manners, why that chair had been with him ever since his second wife. Bless her soul, she even picked it up herself!

"You must mortal! You have no idea what occurred yesterday. The whelp must be destroyed while its still possible to do so!"

Admittedly, in the privacy of his mind the mayor would confess that he was curious. Usually, he was the one who had to contact the infernal realms, and their bargains and demands were always taxing. So instead, being the one approached for a change, well you could say that it was almost enough to make one blush.

As the creature opposite him prattled on, he wondered how much it cost the duke of its realm to arrange for passage and entry. For this wasn't a normal messenger for sure. And hellmouth or not, the celestial agreement still stood. As a result both sides had to tread very carefully as they tried to achieve their goals, usually through exploitation of various loopholes.

This, this was anything but subtle, and if his suspicions over the need for several collaborating hell realms being needed to achieve the entry of something so powerful..Well it at least lead credence to the message it brought and the worry of the higher ups.

Holding up a palm with a soft smile, and causing the entity opposite of him to pause in response, he elaborated, "I understand your worry my friend, heavens." He ignored the demon's scowl, "I am not so cold hearted so as to not aid my allies, present and future."

The ruler of Sunnydale stretched his arms wide as if to encompass the room and everything within it," but you see, while it is my desire to assist you. You must understand, I am in need of some more info so that I may be convinced over the need of sacrificing my precious citizens." Here he paused as if ashamed, "and of course there is the small matter of recompense, since what you ask as well as the investigation that will follow by the celestial inquisition will no doubt be..problematic"

"Very well mortal, listen well. Nearly half a day ago by your calendar there was a multivershall breach. Something abominable entered, for the brief moments the rift existed we came into contact with our..hmm, worried counterparts from that reality. They informed us as to the nature of the intruder. But the worst thing is that the whelp residing in your lands is now nothing more than a larval stage for a similar abomination. You MUST end it! Or it will be the death of us all."

"Oh my, that sounds, well intense."

Seeing the doubt still evident in the human's face the demon conjured a cursed book through a rift of hellfire, "Here, peruse this once we conclude this meeting mortal, it contains what we learned from our counterparts. As for the matter of your payment.."

With another wave of its hand an enormous box appeared by its side, opening it with one arm it displayed the content inside. Their manner not that dissimilar from that of a dessert merchant trying to entice a weary traveler. As the mayor's eyes widened and naked greed shone within them a horrible smile graced the demon's cracked lips, they had him, "I trust we have an agreement wizard? I do believe this will speed up your plans for that ritual quite a bit no?"

Suddenly fanning his face as if to cool down, Wilkins recomposed himself, although his hungry gaze lingered at the open box for a few moments more. "Why yes I do believe we do my good fellow, it is unfortunate that such a promising youth will suffer such a tragic end but accidents do happen."

Glimmering eyes filled with satisfaction gazed back at him before the demon nodded, "Good, we will be awaiting the good news. Of both your ascension and the abomination's end. Now I must bid you farewell."

"Oh, is the ritual you used to enter nearing its end?"

"Nay, this was to important to allow for things such as time limits to cause problems. This realm simply lacks the beauty of home. And the ever-present stench of the holy ones oh so close to my being..nay I can't stand this foul air more than it is required of me. Unholy ones watch over you human"

Its piece said the demon vanished into a portal of fire and brimstone which then proceeded to implode upon itself but a moment later. The anguished screams of innocent souls taking nearly a minute more before fading.

After a few moments of waiting to ensure that nothing interesting might occur Mayor Wilkins relaxed his hold on the town's wards. He might be a courteous host, but it paid to be wary when dealing with such difficult folk, and here at the center of his power. Well if the good fellow had tried something or overstayed his welcome, it wouldn't have ended well..for it that is.

Casting another hungry glance at the open chest his guest had left as payment, he picked up the book they left. 'Human leather? How gauche.' With a soft chuckle he started reading.

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Will there be more? I certainly have ideas for the setting and Slayer-Xander, the problem is that i have forgotten..well 90% of the stuff i knew about the setting. And since i am certainly not gonna re-watch the whole series..Well i can't guarantee that any updates will be sticking 100% to canon. I am gonna rely on wikis and other fanfics :P Also in case it wasn't already clear, assuming this continues, Xander would become OP as fuck by the end.

I.e Lore levels of Slayer/Doomguy strength, not gameplay levels. So i doubt that this will/would be that long of a fic in any case.

Also just noticed this, goddammit ffn, stop eating my line breaks.