Xander was flying very very fast. He felt like he was going to throw up. He
kept on shooting up and up and up…
And then, somehow, he landed. He grunted with the impact but the ground was actually fairly soft.
He glanced down at himself and saw that his shirt was clean of blood and there was no sign of the sword that had killed him.
"Um, hello?" he called tentatively. He couldn't see anything around him, only a gray mist. He looked down and saw that he appeared to be sitting on the mist as well. Slowly, he got to his feet. "Could someone please clue me in?"
He heard very low, muffled voices. Squinting, Xander could make out some tiny shapes in the distance. He looked around then began to walk towards them.
As he came closer, he realized it was a long line of people, all talking to each other excitedly. Some looked sad while others looked anxious.
"Uh, excuse me?" Xander tapped the shoulder of a woman standing in front of him. To his surprise, his fingers went right through her shoulder.
She turned around. "Yes?"
Xander glanced down at himself then poked at his stomach. His finger didn't go through. "Huh."
"Oh if you're wondering about why I'm like this it's because I'm just a soul. A demon took my body," the woman told him.
"Oh." Xander took that in. "So you're dead."
The woman nodded. "And so are you, kiddo. Unless you're in the wrong dimension."
Xander clearly remembered being stabbed. "N-no I'm in the right place. Uh, what's this line for?"
The woman pointed at the three people facing the head of the line. "They're going to judge us. Y'know, tell us if we're going to go to heaven, hell, be an angel, that sort of thing."
"Oh."
They waited for a long time before they reached the three people. They looked human, except they had golden skin and silver eyes and hair. Each had a different colored jewel in their hair.
"Madeline Gormich," the woman in front of Xander said.
The three, standing in a line, touched their fingertips together then one pointed wordlessly to the left.
The woman smiled. "See ya kid. Good luck." She took one step to the left and disappeared.
Xander swallowed hard as he stepped up. "Uh, Alexander Harris."
The three touched their fingertips together again then their eyes shot wide open.
"Finally!" one of them shouted. "He has arrived."
Xander frowned, glancing around as the others turned to stare at him. "Uh…huh?"
"You will be a guardian angel," the one with the blue jewel said in its silky voice.
"Really?"
Another nodded. "Yes. To the Slayer."
+++
Buffy slowly opened the door to Xander's apartment then immediately backed out. "I-I can't…"
Giles gently pushed her forward. "Go on."
He had flown in the day after Buffy called him about Xander and Anya's deaths.
"But-"
"Xander told me it was here." Giles guided her into the apartment. "I'll check his bedroom. You check around the living room."
Giles went into the bedroom, feeling his sense of loss grow. Everything was exactly as Xander had left it. The bed was unmade and a pillow rested on the floor. The newspaper lay strewn across the nightstand. A jacket was draped over the chair. The door to the bathroom was ajar.
Giles slowly made his way across the room then sat on the bed. He opened the drawer to the nightstand and began to search. He found things that he never thought Xander would have had. There was a pile of old newspaper clippings telling of the deaths of various Sunnydale High students in the corner. Giles quickly shut the drawer and checked the next one. In it lay two picture frames. One was of Xander, Willow and Buffy, most likely a few years ago. They all were laughing and Xander was making bunny ears behind Willow's head. Willow had one hand up, trying to push him aside. Buffy was watching them, apparently amused.
Tears welled in Giles' eyes as he put the picture down on the bed next to him. The next picture was of Xander and Anya, their arms around each other. It was from the engagement announcement Anya insisted on having in the newspaper.
Giles swiped at his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he frowned, seeing that the back of the picture frame was sticking out. He pulled it out and found an old envelope.
"Found it!" he called to Buffy. He emerged from the bedroom, opening the envelope carefully.
It read, The Will of Alexander Harris.
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Comments are always welcome! 3rd chapter up soon!
And then, somehow, he landed. He grunted with the impact but the ground was actually fairly soft.
He glanced down at himself and saw that his shirt was clean of blood and there was no sign of the sword that had killed him.
"Um, hello?" he called tentatively. He couldn't see anything around him, only a gray mist. He looked down and saw that he appeared to be sitting on the mist as well. Slowly, he got to his feet. "Could someone please clue me in?"
He heard very low, muffled voices. Squinting, Xander could make out some tiny shapes in the distance. He looked around then began to walk towards them.
As he came closer, he realized it was a long line of people, all talking to each other excitedly. Some looked sad while others looked anxious.
"Uh, excuse me?" Xander tapped the shoulder of a woman standing in front of him. To his surprise, his fingers went right through her shoulder.
She turned around. "Yes?"
Xander glanced down at himself then poked at his stomach. His finger didn't go through. "Huh."
"Oh if you're wondering about why I'm like this it's because I'm just a soul. A demon took my body," the woman told him.
"Oh." Xander took that in. "So you're dead."
The woman nodded. "And so are you, kiddo. Unless you're in the wrong dimension."
Xander clearly remembered being stabbed. "N-no I'm in the right place. Uh, what's this line for?"
The woman pointed at the three people facing the head of the line. "They're going to judge us. Y'know, tell us if we're going to go to heaven, hell, be an angel, that sort of thing."
"Oh."
They waited for a long time before they reached the three people. They looked human, except they had golden skin and silver eyes and hair. Each had a different colored jewel in their hair.
"Madeline Gormich," the woman in front of Xander said.
The three, standing in a line, touched their fingertips together then one pointed wordlessly to the left.
The woman smiled. "See ya kid. Good luck." She took one step to the left and disappeared.
Xander swallowed hard as he stepped up. "Uh, Alexander Harris."
The three touched their fingertips together again then their eyes shot wide open.
"Finally!" one of them shouted. "He has arrived."
Xander frowned, glancing around as the others turned to stare at him. "Uh…huh?"
"You will be a guardian angel," the one with the blue jewel said in its silky voice.
"Really?"
Another nodded. "Yes. To the Slayer."
+++
Buffy slowly opened the door to Xander's apartment then immediately backed out. "I-I can't…"
Giles gently pushed her forward. "Go on."
He had flown in the day after Buffy called him about Xander and Anya's deaths.
"But-"
"Xander told me it was here." Giles guided her into the apartment. "I'll check his bedroom. You check around the living room."
Giles went into the bedroom, feeling his sense of loss grow. Everything was exactly as Xander had left it. The bed was unmade and a pillow rested on the floor. The newspaper lay strewn across the nightstand. A jacket was draped over the chair. The door to the bathroom was ajar.
Giles slowly made his way across the room then sat on the bed. He opened the drawer to the nightstand and began to search. He found things that he never thought Xander would have had. There was a pile of old newspaper clippings telling of the deaths of various Sunnydale High students in the corner. Giles quickly shut the drawer and checked the next one. In it lay two picture frames. One was of Xander, Willow and Buffy, most likely a few years ago. They all were laughing and Xander was making bunny ears behind Willow's head. Willow had one hand up, trying to push him aside. Buffy was watching them, apparently amused.
Tears welled in Giles' eyes as he put the picture down on the bed next to him. The next picture was of Xander and Anya, their arms around each other. It was from the engagement announcement Anya insisted on having in the newspaper.
Giles swiped at his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he frowned, seeing that the back of the picture frame was sticking out. He pulled it out and found an old envelope.
"Found it!" he called to Buffy. He emerged from the bedroom, opening the envelope carefully.
It read, The Will of Alexander Harris.
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Comments are always welcome! 3rd chapter up soon!