Title: Xander the Vampire Slayer? Chapter 2/?
Disclaimer: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own all the rights to the characters and locations in this story. I will make no money from this story.
Timeline: Starts in the season finally of Season one, jumps around a bit after that.
Rating: Eventually NC-17
OOC: This chapter deals with AleXandra and his friends concern for him, not that I'm ignoring Buffy's death. Assume they deal with all that off story. This about their hope of Xander's recovery, not the pain of Buffy's death. Jessica Biel as AleXandra. Shout out to Bob aka Grossclout The Editor From Hell. Thank you for the help, it looks hella better.
Even though everybody that had fought earlier that night was dead on their feet, they made a schedule of who would stand vigil over Xander and when. What surprised the gang the most was Cordelia and Angel's insistence that they would get a turn watching over the young man.
By unspoken consent, Will took her turn first; the gang split up, most to research and Giles to call his contacts at Watcher Headquarters. Willow stepped up to the barrier, tears barely being held at bay. When she placed her hands on the cocoon of light she felt the sheer power contained within. Unlike the Hellmouth's dark presence, there was a feral sort of good to this power. Willow could feel the force washing over her, cleansing her; not erasing her pain, just dulling it. "I never thought something like this could happen to us, Xander; this is like Jesse, only you're not here for me. I have to be here for you and I feel so lost without you."
Willow couldn't stop herself any more; she burst into tears, her emotions rolling over her in crashing waves. To Willow it was like her entire world was collapsing, too much had been taken in such a short time; Buffy and now potentially Xander with her. Everything was reminding her of the losses they had experienced over the last year. "You can't leave us Xander; I don't how to live without my rock beside me."
Willow sat in front of cocoon, silently reminiscing about all the experiences they had. From the moment Xander had seen her crying over a broken crayon he had been there for her. Trading crayons, then later taking the blame and her punishment for the small crime. Willow could remember a few times when Xander would stand up to bullies, never of himself and usually for her.
After Willow had spent about an hour with Xander, Giles finished his phone call and walked out of his office. Willow was so engrossed with watching Xander that she barely realized Giles was talking to her from his office door. "I've received distressing news form the Council's researchers, I'll need your help with some translations."
Willow nodded sadly, she wanted to stay but she knew it wasn't fair to those who also wanted time with her best friend. Her logical side also knew that if Giles was asking for help, he needed it, so she docilely made her way to the small conference room in the back of the library. When she got to the back room, she idly noticed the computer had been moved; nodding to Cordelia she sat down at the computer to start working.
Cordelia walked slowly out of the back room, when she got to the cocoon she began circling Xander. To those who watched nature shows, she would have looked like a predator stalking its prey. She wasn't though, she was merely considering her extremely mixed feelings about Xander. Underneath her superficial exterior lay a quick mind. Not only did she enjoy the game of intellectual chess they played, she could appreciate the quick mind she knew Xander possessed. The problem was that she had so much invested into 'Queen C' it was all she knew, keeping him down was her way of denying the feelings she was unwilling to acknowledge.
"I know we've never really gotten along, I mean the last time we could stand each other was back before Jesse. As far back as I can remember, there you are; it seems like we've always been fighting, even when we were friends. At times we're too much alike, neither of us willing to back down." Cordelia continued pacing in a circle around Xander; she can't stop because she knows if she does she'll cry. "You can't die, they need you more than they realize. I know I haven't been nice to you in the past, but I swear it'll get better."
That was all Cordelia could handle. With one last look at Xander, she turned away. Even though her shoulder's were shaking, Cordelia walked away with her head held high. Distressed, yet poised and dignified to the end. Seconds later Angel seemed to materialize out of the shadows; he could almost hear the smart mouth comment Xander would surely have.
Angel pulled a chair as close as he could to the globe that encircled Xander, he could feel his demon pulling away from the light, weakening from it. Angel could feel Angelus inside of him, terrified, cowering like the craven worm he was. Angel shook his head; this wasn't about his demon, it was about the hero that was trapped before him. This whole situation bothered Angel a great deal. It was forcing him to reevaluate his place in the good fight. Xander had forced Angel to cede to his will. It hadn't been the cross in his hand, but the inherent belief that what he was doing was right.
Angel sat in silence, brooding over the vast difference between Liam and Xander. The young man had nothing to atone for, yet there he was, jumping into battle after battle. Not because he was chosen, but because he had chosen. "My redemption was never about Buffy, it's about me. Not for the sake of some ethereal promise; but because it's right." With this new epiphany came a strange acceptance, not of what he was, but what he could do. For the first time since his soul's return, he stopped thinking about events he had no control over and focused on the things he could do.
Giles walked into the room, a wide smile on his face, the council had pointed him toward certain rare texts. They had also e-mailed him pertinent quotes from books of demonic prophecies dealing with the slayer line. Willow, Jenny and he had been pillaging not only his library but an online resource that Willow had hacked. They finally had the answers they had been seeking; a particular word had changed the entire meaning of the prophecy. 'Death or life', they hadn't understood what it meant, until they realized it meant *both* death and life. essentially rebirth.
Giles walked toward Xander planning on telling him the good news. The closer he got to light, the odder he felt. He could feel his magic shifting within him, the power of the sphere reaching out to him. Not only interacting with his magic but destroying the stain of dark magic's his days as Ripper had given him. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness was his tattoo burning.
Moments later, two things happened that would affect the course of the Scooby Gang even further. Outside, the council team arrived; they had used a transport helicopter and magically induced winds to get themselves to Sunnydale. The second was the light barrier dissipated, leaving a very naked and very female Xander lying on the library floor.
Ok this is a scene I imagined in my head, I think It'll happen in chapter three or four. I just had to share.
Xander knew that Giles was talking because his mouth was moving, he assumed words were coming out. Xander was too busy thinking about his impressive rack to pay attention; in retrospect this isn't a bad thing, Giles tends to be boring. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Xander and he took off running toward somewhere a little more. private.
Disclaimer: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own all the rights to the characters and locations in this story. I will make no money from this story.
Timeline: Starts in the season finally of Season one, jumps around a bit after that.
Rating: Eventually NC-17
OOC: This chapter deals with AleXandra and his friends concern for him, not that I'm ignoring Buffy's death. Assume they deal with all that off story. This about their hope of Xander's recovery, not the pain of Buffy's death. Jessica Biel as AleXandra. Shout out to Bob aka Grossclout The Editor From Hell. Thank you for the help, it looks hella better.
Even though everybody that had fought earlier that night was dead on their feet, they made a schedule of who would stand vigil over Xander and when. What surprised the gang the most was Cordelia and Angel's insistence that they would get a turn watching over the young man.
By unspoken consent, Will took her turn first; the gang split up, most to research and Giles to call his contacts at Watcher Headquarters. Willow stepped up to the barrier, tears barely being held at bay. When she placed her hands on the cocoon of light she felt the sheer power contained within. Unlike the Hellmouth's dark presence, there was a feral sort of good to this power. Willow could feel the force washing over her, cleansing her; not erasing her pain, just dulling it. "I never thought something like this could happen to us, Xander; this is like Jesse, only you're not here for me. I have to be here for you and I feel so lost without you."
Willow couldn't stop herself any more; she burst into tears, her emotions rolling over her in crashing waves. To Willow it was like her entire world was collapsing, too much had been taken in such a short time; Buffy and now potentially Xander with her. Everything was reminding her of the losses they had experienced over the last year. "You can't leave us Xander; I don't how to live without my rock beside me."
Willow sat in front of cocoon, silently reminiscing about all the experiences they had. From the moment Xander had seen her crying over a broken crayon he had been there for her. Trading crayons, then later taking the blame and her punishment for the small crime. Willow could remember a few times when Xander would stand up to bullies, never of himself and usually for her.
After Willow had spent about an hour with Xander, Giles finished his phone call and walked out of his office. Willow was so engrossed with watching Xander that she barely realized Giles was talking to her from his office door. "I've received distressing news form the Council's researchers, I'll need your help with some translations."
Willow nodded sadly, she wanted to stay but she knew it wasn't fair to those who also wanted time with her best friend. Her logical side also knew that if Giles was asking for help, he needed it, so she docilely made her way to the small conference room in the back of the library. When she got to the back room, she idly noticed the computer had been moved; nodding to Cordelia she sat down at the computer to start working.
Cordelia walked slowly out of the back room, when she got to the cocoon she began circling Xander. To those who watched nature shows, she would have looked like a predator stalking its prey. She wasn't though, she was merely considering her extremely mixed feelings about Xander. Underneath her superficial exterior lay a quick mind. Not only did she enjoy the game of intellectual chess they played, she could appreciate the quick mind she knew Xander possessed. The problem was that she had so much invested into 'Queen C' it was all she knew, keeping him down was her way of denying the feelings she was unwilling to acknowledge.
"I know we've never really gotten along, I mean the last time we could stand each other was back before Jesse. As far back as I can remember, there you are; it seems like we've always been fighting, even when we were friends. At times we're too much alike, neither of us willing to back down." Cordelia continued pacing in a circle around Xander; she can't stop because she knows if she does she'll cry. "You can't die, they need you more than they realize. I know I haven't been nice to you in the past, but I swear it'll get better."
That was all Cordelia could handle. With one last look at Xander, she turned away. Even though her shoulder's were shaking, Cordelia walked away with her head held high. Distressed, yet poised and dignified to the end. Seconds later Angel seemed to materialize out of the shadows; he could almost hear the smart mouth comment Xander would surely have.
Angel pulled a chair as close as he could to the globe that encircled Xander, he could feel his demon pulling away from the light, weakening from it. Angel could feel Angelus inside of him, terrified, cowering like the craven worm he was. Angel shook his head; this wasn't about his demon, it was about the hero that was trapped before him. This whole situation bothered Angel a great deal. It was forcing him to reevaluate his place in the good fight. Xander had forced Angel to cede to his will. It hadn't been the cross in his hand, but the inherent belief that what he was doing was right.
Angel sat in silence, brooding over the vast difference between Liam and Xander. The young man had nothing to atone for, yet there he was, jumping into battle after battle. Not because he was chosen, but because he had chosen. "My redemption was never about Buffy, it's about me. Not for the sake of some ethereal promise; but because it's right." With this new epiphany came a strange acceptance, not of what he was, but what he could do. For the first time since his soul's return, he stopped thinking about events he had no control over and focused on the things he could do.
Giles walked into the room, a wide smile on his face, the council had pointed him toward certain rare texts. They had also e-mailed him pertinent quotes from books of demonic prophecies dealing with the slayer line. Willow, Jenny and he had been pillaging not only his library but an online resource that Willow had hacked. They finally had the answers they had been seeking; a particular word had changed the entire meaning of the prophecy. 'Death or life', they hadn't understood what it meant, until they realized it meant *both* death and life. essentially rebirth.
Giles walked toward Xander planning on telling him the good news. The closer he got to light, the odder he felt. He could feel his magic shifting within him, the power of the sphere reaching out to him. Not only interacting with his magic but destroying the stain of dark magic's his days as Ripper had given him. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness was his tattoo burning.
Moments later, two things happened that would affect the course of the Scooby Gang even further. Outside, the council team arrived; they had used a transport helicopter and magically induced winds to get themselves to Sunnydale. The second was the light barrier dissipated, leaving a very naked and very female Xander lying on the library floor.
Ok this is a scene I imagined in my head, I think It'll happen in chapter three or four. I just had to share.
Xander knew that Giles was talking because his mouth was moving, he assumed words were coming out. Xander was too busy thinking about his impressive rack to pay attention; in retrospect this isn't a bad thing, Giles tends to be boring. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Xander and he took off running toward somewhere a little more. private.