Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I just like borrowing them.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Xander story. Please R &R!
Summary: Xander's always on the outside. Now it's time he tells his story.
Outside
When I think of superpowers, the first thing that comes into my mind is having special powers to save the world. Protect the innocent.
That's partly true. My friend's are special. They have powers people can't even imagine. They're different from you and me. Look at Buffy. She's the Slayer. Super strength. That's what she has. She gets to dust vamps, and kill demons. She gets gratitude from her friends for saving their live everyday.
And Willow, my best friend, she's a witch. A mighty powerful witch, too. She can make objects appear out of nowhere, and can skin a person alive. Trust me, you don't want to get her mad.
Anya, my ex-girlfriend, she used to be a vengeance demon. Right now, if she were a vengeance demon, she could grant anyone's wishes. And she could teleport, too.
For as long as I can remember, I always used to wish that I had superpowers of my own. But now that time has passed. Here we are, in the final battle, risking our lives to protect the innocent. My friends are actually using their powers to save the world. I'm just saving people from ever building a house with their own hands, and installing a new kitchen.
I've always been the sideman, watching from a safe distance, and always getting dates with demons. When something happens to me, it's not special. I'm not jumping into portals, or risking my life for someone. I'm the plain man in the group. For once, I just want to know what it's like to be inside the group, and not outside.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Xander story. Please R &R!
Summary: Xander's always on the outside. Now it's time he tells his story.
Outside
When I think of superpowers, the first thing that comes into my mind is having special powers to save the world. Protect the innocent.
That's partly true. My friend's are special. They have powers people can't even imagine. They're different from you and me. Look at Buffy. She's the Slayer. Super strength. That's what she has. She gets to dust vamps, and kill demons. She gets gratitude from her friends for saving their live everyday.
And Willow, my best friend, she's a witch. A mighty powerful witch, too. She can make objects appear out of nowhere, and can skin a person alive. Trust me, you don't want to get her mad.
Anya, my ex-girlfriend, she used to be a vengeance demon. Right now, if she were a vengeance demon, she could grant anyone's wishes. And she could teleport, too.
For as long as I can remember, I always used to wish that I had superpowers of my own. But now that time has passed. Here we are, in the final battle, risking our lives to protect the innocent. My friends are actually using their powers to save the world. I'm just saving people from ever building a house with their own hands, and installing a new kitchen.
I've always been the sideman, watching from a safe distance, and always getting dates with demons. When something happens to me, it's not special. I'm not jumping into portals, or risking my life for someone. I'm the plain man in the group. For once, I just want to know what it's like to be inside the group, and not outside.