Fallen Knight 2/?
By Socrates
Summary: Things change for Xander.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the basic idea.
Rating: Nothing worse then the show.
Category: Action/Adventure.
Pairing: B/X, eventually.
*****
So uh, where was I? Oh yeah, I had just fallen to my apparent doom….
*****
Xander lay there, on the concrete, unmoving, his limbs sprawled out at seemingly unnatural angles. His eyes stared vacantly into the sky.
"Xand!"
"Oh god!"
The voices of his friends rang out as they raced down the stairs and over to their fallen companion. Upon catching sight of him they both stopped in their tracks, Willows hands going to her mouth to stifle a sob, while Buffy simply stood their, eyes wide.
"Xander." Willow whispered sadly, struggling to hold herself together. Buffy wasn't faring much better, but her mind refused to process the image before her.
All around them a crowd had gathered to witness the mournful spectacle playing out in the quad. A few students ran to the nearest classroom to get a teacher, most just stood their and watched.
That was when Xander got up.
"OW!" The young man exclaimed, pulling himself to his feet. "That hurt like hell!" He turned to glare at the jock who stood stock still on the walkway above him "Brady you asshole! Watch what you're doing next time!" He shook his fist menacingly at the other boy.
"Damn jock, brain the size of a pea, doesn't even know what the hell he's doing half the time." Muttering in this fashion, he began checking himself over for injuries. Finding none, he sighed in relief. "Man that was close." It was only then that he noticed it was all too quiet.
He stopped and looked up. Noticing the people around him were looked frozen, all of them staring at him, mouths wide open in shock.
Xander glanced quizzically at them. "What, do I have something on my face?"
At this, Willow fainted dead away.
"Willow!" Buffy cried out, quickly moving to catch her friend.
Xander for his part, found himself looking down in fascination at the cracked concrete where he had lain mere moments before.
"Whoa!" With this, he turned and ran.
*****
I told you it was weird. Of course I didn't fully grasp what had happened at the time. In fact, the full force didn't hit me until much later. Hah! Hit, get it! Hit cause I hit the concrete! It's funny!…. Oh shut up. If I can laugh at what should have been my death, then so can you. Jerks.
*****
Xander stared at the mirror in the boys bathroom, his mind going over what had just happened. What the hell DID just happen? One minute, I'm sitting on the railing minding my own business, the next I'm concrete pancake, yet I don't have a mark on me.
Absently, his hand went to his injured nose, stroking it in thought the way Giles would. A second later he gasped and pulled back his hand. His nose didn't ache anymore. He tried flexing and found that it was like it had never been broken..
…the hell?
Xander wasn't an idiot, as some people thought. He pretty much knew something was up, and it had to be something hellmouthy. Dammnit can't I have one nice day?
In a moment of frustration and anger, he lashed out with his fist, forgetting where he was and what he was standing in front of. His fist connected with the mirror with a loud crash, sending shards of glass in all directions.
"YEOUCH!" He cried out in pain, puling his hand back…. Only to find that it was stuck. In fact, upon closer inspection, Xander found that his fist was imbedded a good half a foot into the brick wall behind the mirror.
Forgetting his pain for a second, he hissed in annoyance. "It just gets better every second huh." He pulled with his arm but it wouldn't dislodge. He redoubled his efforts but his arm remained trapped.
Goody! he thought sarcastically. Puling his foot up and bracing it on the wall in front of him, he gripped the arm that was stuck with his free one. He set himself and pulled, hard.
On the good side, the arm came free.
On the bad side, Xander had forgotten about the stall behind him.
He was thrown backward and crashed into the swinging door, the force of the impact tearing it off of its hinges. His body smacked into the toilet and the ceramic shattered under his weight, sending up a geyser of water. The water quickly soaked through his clothes, and covered the floor.
"Shit!"
Xander pulled himself up and ran to the window, diving through the glass and into the bushes, not noticing that there was very little blood on the mirror and floor and the cuts on his hand were already healing.
*****
Hey, I told you I wasn't a bad-ass. In fact I think I hold the record for the most pathetic superhero in history. Well, except for leach man. I mean who came up with THAT idea? But, as Giles would say, I digress.
*****
Elsewhere, the school library to be precise, Buffy sat beside the still form of her best girl friend, stroking her hair.
In front of her was her watcher, pacing back and forth and hurriedly cleaning his glasses.
"And you say he was pushed?"
Buffy glanced up at her watcher. "Well, not exactly.. Not on purpose I mean."
"I see. And he was fine afterward."
"Yeah, and that's the weird thing. He shouldn't have BEEN fine, not after a fall like that. And the concrete was cracked too!"
Giles looked at her in surprise. "Indeed." He pinched his nose in typical Giles fashion. "Well, I must admit it is rather… odd. But not entirely unheard of."
"What do you mean?" The Slayer implored, wanting very much for him to be right.
"There are cases of similar incidents; an individual suffering a serious fall or other such accident that would in most cases result in grievous bodily injury. However these people, for some as yet unknown reason, are apparently none the worse for wear."
"Are you saying there's nothing to worry about?"
Giles thought carefully before responding. He didn't want to set her off. "Well I should perhaps like to run some tests. But I imagine this is merely a case of fortune smiling upon young Mr. Harris
In front of him, Buffy breather a sigh of relief. She really hadn't wanted to deal with anything freaky about her friends right now, especially not with Xander. He needed to stay as he was.
On the cot before her, Willow began to stir, mumbling incoherently.
"Hey Wills." Buffy addressed her awakening friend, "Welcome back."
"Oh I just had the weirdest dream where Xander was pushed off the up quad and he fell and hit the concrete and cracked it and he wasn't moving and I was so scared and then he got up andIcanseebythelookonyourfacethatitwasn'tadreamwasit?" Willow finished her babble, smiling sheepishly.
"Geeze Will, remember to breathe. And to answer your question, no it wasn't a dream."
"Is he okay?"
"He seemed fine, which is really odd. He ran off though."
Willow started panicking "Where is he." The determined Wicca sat up and tried to stand.
"Whoa there Wills, slow down a bit. I'm sure he'll turn up soon."
As if to prove that point, the sound of the rear door opening reached their ears and they turned to see Xander coming from behind the stacks.
Buffy and Wills shot up and toward him in an instant, moving at top speed. Xander would have been bowled over by the pair had they not stopped in their tracks, just like they did earlier, when they caught sight of him.
Xander stood before them, sopping wet, his right fist cut and bleeding, his shirtsleeve stained red from it, his hair a matted mess and a wild look was in his eyes.
"What?" He questioned in response to their wide eyed gazes.
The sound of a thump signaled that Willow had indeed fainted again.
"Oh crap!"
Hmm, seems that Willow faints about as much as I fall down. Maybe that's why we're best friends. So how do you think I'm gonna get out of this one?
End part 2
Authors end note: A little rough I think, but I guess I just caught the writing bug again. It doesn't happen often, so I'm happy. Oh, and for those who think this will follow the standard formula of 'Xander gets a power and then is found out', think again.
Next time, Xander explains himself to his friends, finds out a little more about his change and a little more on the mysterious character from the first part.
Keep that feedback coming.
By Socrates
Summary: Things change for Xander.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the basic idea.
Rating: Nothing worse then the show.
Category: Action/Adventure.
Pairing: B/X, eventually.
*****
So uh, where was I? Oh yeah, I had just fallen to my apparent doom….
*****
Xander lay there, on the concrete, unmoving, his limbs sprawled out at seemingly unnatural angles. His eyes stared vacantly into the sky.
"Xand!"
"Oh god!"
The voices of his friends rang out as they raced down the stairs and over to their fallen companion. Upon catching sight of him they both stopped in their tracks, Willows hands going to her mouth to stifle a sob, while Buffy simply stood their, eyes wide.
"Xander." Willow whispered sadly, struggling to hold herself together. Buffy wasn't faring much better, but her mind refused to process the image before her.
All around them a crowd had gathered to witness the mournful spectacle playing out in the quad. A few students ran to the nearest classroom to get a teacher, most just stood their and watched.
That was when Xander got up.
"OW!" The young man exclaimed, pulling himself to his feet. "That hurt like hell!" He turned to glare at the jock who stood stock still on the walkway above him "Brady you asshole! Watch what you're doing next time!" He shook his fist menacingly at the other boy.
"Damn jock, brain the size of a pea, doesn't even know what the hell he's doing half the time." Muttering in this fashion, he began checking himself over for injuries. Finding none, he sighed in relief. "Man that was close." It was only then that he noticed it was all too quiet.
He stopped and looked up. Noticing the people around him were looked frozen, all of them staring at him, mouths wide open in shock.
Xander glanced quizzically at them. "What, do I have something on my face?"
At this, Willow fainted dead away.
"Willow!" Buffy cried out, quickly moving to catch her friend.
Xander for his part, found himself looking down in fascination at the cracked concrete where he had lain mere moments before.
"Whoa!" With this, he turned and ran.
*****
I told you it was weird. Of course I didn't fully grasp what had happened at the time. In fact, the full force didn't hit me until much later. Hah! Hit, get it! Hit cause I hit the concrete! It's funny!…. Oh shut up. If I can laugh at what should have been my death, then so can you. Jerks.
*****
Xander stared at the mirror in the boys bathroom, his mind going over what had just happened. What the hell DID just happen? One minute, I'm sitting on the railing minding my own business, the next I'm concrete pancake, yet I don't have a mark on me.
Absently, his hand went to his injured nose, stroking it in thought the way Giles would. A second later he gasped and pulled back his hand. His nose didn't ache anymore. He tried flexing and found that it was like it had never been broken..
…the hell?
Xander wasn't an idiot, as some people thought. He pretty much knew something was up, and it had to be something hellmouthy. Dammnit can't I have one nice day?
In a moment of frustration and anger, he lashed out with his fist, forgetting where he was and what he was standing in front of. His fist connected with the mirror with a loud crash, sending shards of glass in all directions.
"YEOUCH!" He cried out in pain, puling his hand back…. Only to find that it was stuck. In fact, upon closer inspection, Xander found that his fist was imbedded a good half a foot into the brick wall behind the mirror.
Forgetting his pain for a second, he hissed in annoyance. "It just gets better every second huh." He pulled with his arm but it wouldn't dislodge. He redoubled his efforts but his arm remained trapped.
Goody! he thought sarcastically. Puling his foot up and bracing it on the wall in front of him, he gripped the arm that was stuck with his free one. He set himself and pulled, hard.
On the good side, the arm came free.
On the bad side, Xander had forgotten about the stall behind him.
He was thrown backward and crashed into the swinging door, the force of the impact tearing it off of its hinges. His body smacked into the toilet and the ceramic shattered under his weight, sending up a geyser of water. The water quickly soaked through his clothes, and covered the floor.
"Shit!"
Xander pulled himself up and ran to the window, diving through the glass and into the bushes, not noticing that there was very little blood on the mirror and floor and the cuts on his hand were already healing.
*****
Hey, I told you I wasn't a bad-ass. In fact I think I hold the record for the most pathetic superhero in history. Well, except for leach man. I mean who came up with THAT idea? But, as Giles would say, I digress.
*****
Elsewhere, the school library to be precise, Buffy sat beside the still form of her best girl friend, stroking her hair.
In front of her was her watcher, pacing back and forth and hurriedly cleaning his glasses.
"And you say he was pushed?"
Buffy glanced up at her watcher. "Well, not exactly.. Not on purpose I mean."
"I see. And he was fine afterward."
"Yeah, and that's the weird thing. He shouldn't have BEEN fine, not after a fall like that. And the concrete was cracked too!"
Giles looked at her in surprise. "Indeed." He pinched his nose in typical Giles fashion. "Well, I must admit it is rather… odd. But not entirely unheard of."
"What do you mean?" The Slayer implored, wanting very much for him to be right.
"There are cases of similar incidents; an individual suffering a serious fall or other such accident that would in most cases result in grievous bodily injury. However these people, for some as yet unknown reason, are apparently none the worse for wear."
"Are you saying there's nothing to worry about?"
Giles thought carefully before responding. He didn't want to set her off. "Well I should perhaps like to run some tests. But I imagine this is merely a case of fortune smiling upon young Mr. Harris
In front of him, Buffy breather a sigh of relief. She really hadn't wanted to deal with anything freaky about her friends right now, especially not with Xander. He needed to stay as he was.
On the cot before her, Willow began to stir, mumbling incoherently.
"Hey Wills." Buffy addressed her awakening friend, "Welcome back."
"Oh I just had the weirdest dream where Xander was pushed off the up quad and he fell and hit the concrete and cracked it and he wasn't moving and I was so scared and then he got up andIcanseebythelookonyourfacethatitwasn'tadreamwasit?" Willow finished her babble, smiling sheepishly.
"Geeze Will, remember to breathe. And to answer your question, no it wasn't a dream."
"Is he okay?"
"He seemed fine, which is really odd. He ran off though."
Willow started panicking "Where is he." The determined Wicca sat up and tried to stand.
"Whoa there Wills, slow down a bit. I'm sure he'll turn up soon."
As if to prove that point, the sound of the rear door opening reached their ears and they turned to see Xander coming from behind the stacks.
Buffy and Wills shot up and toward him in an instant, moving at top speed. Xander would have been bowled over by the pair had they not stopped in their tracks, just like they did earlier, when they caught sight of him.
Xander stood before them, sopping wet, his right fist cut and bleeding, his shirtsleeve stained red from it, his hair a matted mess and a wild look was in his eyes.
"What?" He questioned in response to their wide eyed gazes.
The sound of a thump signaled that Willow had indeed fainted again.
"Oh crap!"
Hmm, seems that Willow faints about as much as I fall down. Maybe that's why we're best friends. So how do you think I'm gonna get out of this one?
End part 2
Authors end note: A little rough I think, but I guess I just caught the writing bug again. It doesn't happen often, so I'm happy. Oh, and for those who think this will follow the standard formula of 'Xander gets a power and then is found out', think again.
Next time, Xander explains himself to his friends, finds out a little more about his change and a little more on the mysterious character from the first part.
Keep that feedback coming.