A/N: Hey! SO! I know I shouldn't be starting a new story when I already have one that's not even 6 chapters in yet but I was binge reading dogbertcarroll(Great Writer! Check him out) when I started getting inspired and now I'm here writing a BtVS fic starring Xander in YAHF. Let's get down to it shall we? BTW, this chapter is heavily inspired with some minor editions by dogbertcarroll.

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Xander sighed. He was once again interrupted by DeadBoy in what should have been a meaningful conversation and the walking corpse wasn't even here! He glanced at the discount bin just in time to spot the last kid grab the last gun. 'Well, so much for going as a soldier.'

"Can I help you?" came the oily voice of Ethan Rayne, startling Xander, who spun around and almost ended up falling on his ass.

"Don't do that! I almost had a heart attack!" exclaimed Xander.

"Sorry, my dear boy, I was just checking to see if you needed any help." Ethan said with a glint of amusement visible in his eyes.

"Well, now that we know my ticker is fine, I guess I could use a little help in putting a costume together."

"What can I do to help?" asked the British mage.

"Uh, you got a collection or something I could check out?" queried Xander.

"Indeed I do, multiple even." bragged Ethan, "Marvel, DC, we even have game characters here."

"Woah, let me check out the check out the goods then!" Xander exclaimed in exuberance.

"Sure, come on." Ethan walked away and Xander followed along.

They walked past Buffy and Willow who were still admiring the dress, walked past the counter and straight into the backroom.

"So, you know the G-man? I mean you're both British." Xander asked the shopkeeper.

"G-man? I'm not sure I'm familiar with anyone who's using that nickname." Ethan furrowed his brows and looked at Xander.

"Oh, I'm talking about Giles, the Sunnydale High librarian." clarified the schooler.

"Giles? Rupert Giles? He's here? My goodness , that is a pleasant surprise. Thank you for informing me." Ethan's eyes lit up, and not in a good way. There was that small glint in his eyes that left anyone seeing it uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the King of the Cretins did not spot it.

"Uh, you're welcome." Xander said.

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They stood in the middle of a room that was filled with costumes. And Xander was in his element

'OHMYGOD! That's Superman! And Batman! And Iron Man! Even the villains are here!' Xander gazed around in wonder until he saw a costume that looked vaguely familiar.

It was a full body spandex suit that was green on the sides with a white center through the whole suit. In the middle of the white, was a green circle that had a white x connected to the white of the suit. The suit came with a green crop jacket and a white belt. It also had a wig that was white on the center and brown everywhere else

"Uh, sir? Who is this?" The Xan-Man asked Ethan.

Ah, I believe that is supposed to be a male, Rogue? I think it was" Ethan said.

"Rogue!?" Xander stared at the costume flabbergasted. "How much for this costume?"

"You mentioned that you know Rupert, right? Just because of that, I'll let you rent it free of charge for tonight." Ethan mentioned.

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Xander stared at himself in the mirror. His body was not as familiar to him as it used to be. The muscles that were present were not there before. 'What the hell happened? Pretty sure I didn't get bitten by any radioactive spiders.'

"Oh well, just go on with life. Must've developed when we were dishing out the slaying." Xander shrugged.

He left his room and went downstairs. Sneaking through the house until he finally managed to sneak out. He then calmly walked towards the Summers residence.

Once he reached the residence, he rang the doorbell and stood there waiting for someone to open.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any candy." Joyce said looking drool worthy in an Elvira outfit.

Xander stood silently for a moment before answering, "I can't think of a single comment to make that wouldn't get me slapped at this moment."

"Xander?" Joyce asked, only then recognizing him.

"Of course, the words trick or treat aren't really that helpful right now and… my god you look gorgeous! How do you feel about younger men? Do you have any applications I could fill out for the pool boy position?" Xander babbled.

"We don't have a pool." Joyce said with her lips quirked up both in an amused manner and a seductive one.

"Do you have a shovel? I can get started on one. Or considering that most accidents that occur in the home with bathrooms being one of the main sources of danger, just for safety's sake mind you, you may want to hire me as life guard and towel boy for your tub. For your own protection of course."

Realizing that he was likely to stand there babbling for the next half hour if she let him, she turned to enter the living room and was rewarded with the most realistic wolf's howl she'd ever hear outside of the real deal.

Buffy rushed down the stairs, "Where's the wild animal?"

"Hey Buff" Xander greeted absently, still drooling over the retreating Joyce, who was unaware she'd put an extra sway to her hips.

Joyce smiled to herself as she finished painting her nails in the kitchen. It was so nice of Xander to pretend he was attracted to a waoman over twice his age. Buffy's shout of "No! I won't call you daddy!" made her reconsider. 'I still got it.'

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"You can't marry my mom." growled Buffy.

"I know that," Xander replied, seemingly unconcerned about the angry Slayer. "I was just kidding about calling me daddy."

As Buffy calmed down, Xander asked with a glint of amusement in his eyes, "You've got to be at least 18 to marry in California, right?"

"Arrgh!"

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Xander fell on his face, as the magic of the divine washed over him. His wig turned into real hair, his spandex suit turned into a suit made of Unstable Molecule fabric. He roared as he felt his body change down to the cellular level. He scratched at his body, due to the power of the Kree flowing into him, causing him even more pain.

After the pain ended, the one who stood was not Xander. It was Alden Marcus LeBeau , AKA Rogue, member of the X-men, protégé of Logan, and the absorbing mutant.

"What is it this time?" He sighed.

A/N: The stories I'm blatantly ripping off of are Faces and Facets & Copycat by dogbertcarroll. Seriously, check him out! He does great work! On that note, signing out!