Disclaimer: Woe is me. I still don't own Spike. And I also don't own The X-
Men but in fan fiction I can rent them. That'll have to do until I get my
Spike and Toad action figures in the mail.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! You guys made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. For all of you looking for a strictly serious fanfic sorry. I thought it was getting a bit bland so I shook things up. Don't worry angst will be in the next chapter, but I'll like sprinkling in a little humor.
Xander's POV:
It's been two days since I've woken up from Buffy's battle/ass kicking. The doctor has finally released me, but when I arrive at Buffy's house I almost wish I were still in the hospital. The shattered spirits of the girls were etched onto their faces. You could see the fatigue and hopelessness in their eyes. I visibly cringe as I realize how much their expressions look like Buffy's. Cold and lost. Willow must have noticed because she puts her hand on my shoulder for morale comfort and support. As soon as they notice I'm there, their eyes become sorrowful for my loss yet accusing for defending Buffy's half-assed plan.
When I look at these girls the ice around my heart can't help but melt a little and question if I can truly align myself with The First. Could I really betray the world to get back at Buffy? I can't blame the potentials for feeling some animosity towards me. Hell, I'm mad at myself for actually believing all the things I told them. Now that I've had some time to think without any visits from Buffy/ The First, I really don't think I can betray the world. Betray Dawn, Anya, and Willow, my best friend since Kindergarten.
Ever since Jesse died, I have been right by Buffy's side, fighting the good fight. Now, after all these years, I'm contemplating joining forces with the embodiment of all the evil in the world. It's amazing how losing an eye can change someone's point of view so much.
Apparently, Buffy hasn't shown her face here since the massacre at the vineyard. Her appearance at the hospital when I woke up was the first time the others saw her since the battle, and the last. She couldn't even bring herself to look into the faces of the surviving potentials. Some leader. Can't even admit when she makes a mistake. Lucky for the potentials, Faith has pretty much stepped up to fill Buffy's place. She doesn't particularly like the role of "Leader", though. She always been the "Rogue", but the girls seem to like and trust her, which is a lot further than Buffy ever got.
"Hey Xander, are you okay?" asked Dawn's tentative voice stirring me out of my revere. I don't blame her though. I've been sitting in the living room brooding like the deadboy in L.A. for a good half an hour. "Oh yeah." I reply with a small smile. "Just thinking. I was wondering if we could manage to save the world just in time to see X-Men 2 when it comes out." Okay good. That gets a smile. No reason to suspect Goofy Xander. Unfortunately, that sparks a lively conversation with Dawn, Andrew, and some of the potentials. And as the one who initiated it, I have to be in the conversation, too. " I can't believe Toad won't be in the sequel." Sulked Willow. "Yeah, that Ray Park is mighty fine. I wish he really had that tongue." Quipped Faith. Anya smiled in agreement and disturbingly enough so did Andrew. "Oooooooooookkkkkkkkaaayyyyy." I say as I move as FAR away from Andrew as possible while still sitting in my chair. Spike comes in and says that he's a Wolverine fan. Now how can I hate him????? I feel like someone just took my best friend away.
As we continued our conversation and I continued with my eternal battle a bone chilling gust filled me down to my very soul.
Buffy walked in......
I know its short people but R/R It's STILL chicken soup for the soul.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! You guys made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. For all of you looking for a strictly serious fanfic sorry. I thought it was getting a bit bland so I shook things up. Don't worry angst will be in the next chapter, but I'll like sprinkling in a little humor.
Xander's POV:
It's been two days since I've woken up from Buffy's battle/ass kicking. The doctor has finally released me, but when I arrive at Buffy's house I almost wish I were still in the hospital. The shattered spirits of the girls were etched onto their faces. You could see the fatigue and hopelessness in their eyes. I visibly cringe as I realize how much their expressions look like Buffy's. Cold and lost. Willow must have noticed because she puts her hand on my shoulder for morale comfort and support. As soon as they notice I'm there, their eyes become sorrowful for my loss yet accusing for defending Buffy's half-assed plan.
When I look at these girls the ice around my heart can't help but melt a little and question if I can truly align myself with The First. Could I really betray the world to get back at Buffy? I can't blame the potentials for feeling some animosity towards me. Hell, I'm mad at myself for actually believing all the things I told them. Now that I've had some time to think without any visits from Buffy/ The First, I really don't think I can betray the world. Betray Dawn, Anya, and Willow, my best friend since Kindergarten.
Ever since Jesse died, I have been right by Buffy's side, fighting the good fight. Now, after all these years, I'm contemplating joining forces with the embodiment of all the evil in the world. It's amazing how losing an eye can change someone's point of view so much.
Apparently, Buffy hasn't shown her face here since the massacre at the vineyard. Her appearance at the hospital when I woke up was the first time the others saw her since the battle, and the last. She couldn't even bring herself to look into the faces of the surviving potentials. Some leader. Can't even admit when she makes a mistake. Lucky for the potentials, Faith has pretty much stepped up to fill Buffy's place. She doesn't particularly like the role of "Leader", though. She always been the "Rogue", but the girls seem to like and trust her, which is a lot further than Buffy ever got.
"Hey Xander, are you okay?" asked Dawn's tentative voice stirring me out of my revere. I don't blame her though. I've been sitting in the living room brooding like the deadboy in L.A. for a good half an hour. "Oh yeah." I reply with a small smile. "Just thinking. I was wondering if we could manage to save the world just in time to see X-Men 2 when it comes out." Okay good. That gets a smile. No reason to suspect Goofy Xander. Unfortunately, that sparks a lively conversation with Dawn, Andrew, and some of the potentials. And as the one who initiated it, I have to be in the conversation, too. " I can't believe Toad won't be in the sequel." Sulked Willow. "Yeah, that Ray Park is mighty fine. I wish he really had that tongue." Quipped Faith. Anya smiled in agreement and disturbingly enough so did Andrew. "Oooooooooookkkkkkkkaaayyyyy." I say as I move as FAR away from Andrew as possible while still sitting in my chair. Spike comes in and says that he's a Wolverine fan. Now how can I hate him????? I feel like someone just took my best friend away.
As we continued our conversation and I continued with my eternal battle a bone chilling gust filled me down to my very soul.
Buffy walked in......
I know its short people but R/R It's STILL chicken soup for the soul.