TITLE: Children of the Evolution
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me where you put it, 'k?
DISCLAIMER: All things Buffy belong to Joss, but he's mean, so I 'borrowed' them. (I give them back when I'm finished... I swear) All things X-Men belong to Marvel... I think.
SUMMARY: Some people seem to be unable to learn from their mistakes. The Initiative is dead and buried, but they still want their Supersoldier. And so they start a chain-reaction with consequences far beyond their imagination.
FEEDBACK: Please.
CATEGORY: AU/Adventure/Crossover
RATING: ?
PAIRING: Not sure, yet.
AUTHORS NOTES: I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you will forgive me my mistakes (spelling and grammar).
The X-Men are mostly from the MovieVerse, with some mixed in stuff from the comics. I went AU after XMen Movie I, the stuff of XMen II has not yet happened in this story and I don't think it will happen.
"quote" is speech
#quote# is telepathy
Children of the Evolution
--- Chapter 2 ---
He looked at the monitors showing the inside of the hospital room, searching, with his eyes and his mind, for a sign that Erik might be waking some time soon. But his old friend was still unreachable in his coma.
The act of lifting the complex, where he had been held prisoner, through about fifty feet of earth, even if he had done it together with the other, had drained him beyond his ability to cope.
His body had used up too much energy and he had left so little, that there was the possibility that he would never wake up again, but would simply slip deeper and deeper into his coma until he finally died.
And if he died, then he, Charles Xavier, would be partly responsible. If his students hadn't left Erik for the authorities to find after the battle of Liberty Island, if they had been able to act faster, sooner, then Erik wouldn't have been able to go through with his crazy plan, if he had been able to convince his old friend to come back to the school for a while, then none of this would have happened.
But he had failed. Instead he had visited Erik in his plastic prison regularly, had played chess even if he knew that his friend wasn't really caring, he simply won too often. And while he was wasting his time that way, those people where building a new prison, a new hell for Erik to go through.
Once more he looked to the battery of monitors that were showing him Erik's room. Despite the fact that he was in a coma and victim of horrible violations of his civil rights, they still feared Erik, still threatened him as a criminal. Erik hadn't moved, he hadn't really expected him to, but now the young man they had found with him, Alexander, was sitting next to his sleeping form, watching.
Alexander, the young man was an enigma to him. He had been found locked in a cell together with Erik, half-councious and with a mind full with memories of gruesome tests and experiments done to him. Because he had Wolverine's healing factor as well as Magneto's magnetic powers and because he was more than fifty years younger than Erik, he had recovered very fast... at least physically. But the things he had seen, the things that had been done to him, they had left deep scars in his mental landscape.
When they had found them, when they had tried to separate him from Erik, he nearly went berserk. Alexander trusted none and nobody, fearing that if he left Erik alone, he would disappear again.
And wasn't that fear justified?
When the complex had appeared from the underground, when the news-stations uniformly showed the pictures of American citizen, being experimented on by their own government, when the storm of the angry people had broken loose over the officials, he had sitten in his office, silent and alone. And wept.
Outside the world was growing mad, people, other governments demanding answers, but the one responsible had fled their offices and posts, afraid for their very life. The people had learned that, in the eyes of their government, they seemed to be expendable and they liked that not a bit.
Riots were breaking out in the cities, those who represented the state, those, that were officials, they all were fair game now.
Normally he would sent out the X-Men, trying to contain the violence, but now he was afraid. For now he had seen the ugly truth, that neither mutant nor human mattered for those in charge. If you were useful and a mutant your chances were even worse. What if those people were waiting for him to send his students out? Who would they take next? First Logan, then Erik and now...? And would other states try to follow the American way of thinking?
He didn't know and for the first time in a very long time, he was afraid... very very afraid of the humans he'd tried to protect.
---
He rubbed his eyes in a tired motion before replacing his glasses. Giles sighed. He wished that Willow had told them earlier about Xander. But instead he had to take care of a hyperworried slayer and her younger sister, not to mention Anya, who, as he had suspected, still loved Xander despite her memories of the failed wedding and her re-entering her old job.
When Willow finally had told them, bare hours before the big event in New York had happened(she had been afraid that they would try to stop her doing the earthmagic Xander and his cellmate needed to lift the complex), he had collected his kids, as he was secretly calling them, had driven them to L.A. and had used a few connections to get them onto the next flight to New York.
Not that it had helped them very much, because the panic, that had started to sweep through the city had already been in full swing when the plane had landed. And Xander had been out of their reach. Hidden somewhere in a hospital and as far as he had heard, Xander had been fundamentally changed without the possibility of undoing the changes.
Giles started polishing his glasses. In all his time, living and fighting on the hellmouth, Xander had never been hurt or changed as much as he had on this last roadtrip he'd attempted. True, there were the possessions, the near brushes with death, but somehow he had always expected Xander to be the one that would remain forever unchanged from the influence of the hellmouth. Xander had been their anchor, the one that made them remember to life when they had buried themselves to deep into the prophecies and other troubles. He was the one to remind them that despite everything, they still were human and their lives would be unlived if they themselves didn't live them.
And now he was the one changed. He was no longer the normal one and the one to do this had been humans. It had been a shock. After so much supernatural and paranatural evil he had almost forgotten that humans could be evil too. And they had no racial requirements or prophecies or other natural reasons to be so, they were evil because they wanted to be evil.
And Xander was only one of their victims, yet he was the one dearest to the group, the most important for them.
If he had understood Willow correctly, Xander was a mutant now and one with very powerful abilities. He remembered how he had researched the few scattered bits of information on mutants when the word had hit the Press for the first time. His watcher training had made him suspect those beings to be demons in disguise, but finally he had come to the conclusion, that they were humans. Powerful humans, but humans none the less. And he had dropped the matter. His responsibility was with Buffy and the Slayer codex strictly forbade the harming or killing of humans. He would only sporadically read something about them, making notes when some of them had altered appearances, to tell Buffy that she couldn't hurt them, but otherwise he stayed away from that theme.
Now it looked like he would invest more time in that area of research. Xander was one of his group and he was a mutant now, Giles wanted to be able to make him comfortable with the group again.
---
In a nondescript house, somewhere in the Midwest, the Leaders of the Friends of Humanity had an emergency meeting. The reason for that were the unbelievable news that were shown on every news-channel. The discovery that the government was MAKING mutants out of normal American citizen didn't sit very well with the FoH. Here they were, an organisation for the purifying of the human genome, always ready to battle the dreaded mutants and their own government was taking brave normal citizen and turning them into freaks!
What could they do, how should they react?
Different opinions became loud and the tempers heated up, the voices of the different leader becoming louder the longer the meeting went.
Later this day would become known as the Day of Shizma, as the Friends of Humanity splintered into different groups. The Bewarer of genetic Purity, the hardcore mutanthaters, who wanted to eradicate even those government created freaks, the The Untampered ones, who wanted to give those mutants a chance to prove themselves and finally the relative small but later rapidly growing Church of Equality, who, deciding that nobody could know which mutant was created in a lab and which was natural, to give them all a fair chance and only to hunt them down if they did something criminal.
But as of this day, the Friends of Humanity did not exist any longer.
---
Willow nervously looked at the ancient scroll she'd hidden in her suitcase until this morning. Somehow she had known that she would need it, but the risk in using this spell were high, for her and for Xander. But Xander wanted this. Had asked her for it. He knew the risk and was willing to take them on.
She smiled to herself as she packed the ceremonial obsidian dagger into her purse, next to the five green, orchidscented candles. Xander was always like that, risking his life for those he deemed friends and family.
And sometime during his imprisonment, Erik Lehnsherr had become part of this very exclusive circle.
And now, that Xander could feel him slowly slipping away, he'd asked Willow via their link to do the spell.
The spell.
She had found it during the Warren hunt. It had been one of the few things she had been unable to absorb in her quest for power and revenge. She had always carried it with her since that day, partly as a reminder and partly as the last possible resource if one of her friends were near death.
Now Xander's mentor was close to death door and Xander had begged her to do it, with himself as the conduit.
Three green Quetzalfeathers were put into her purse, next to the bag of corn.
She would do it. For Xander.
He was her oldest friend, after all.
tbc
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me where you put it, 'k?
DISCLAIMER: All things Buffy belong to Joss, but he's mean, so I 'borrowed' them. (I give them back when I'm finished... I swear) All things X-Men belong to Marvel... I think.
SUMMARY: Some people seem to be unable to learn from their mistakes. The Initiative is dead and buried, but they still want their Supersoldier. And so they start a chain-reaction with consequences far beyond their imagination.
FEEDBACK: Please.
CATEGORY: AU/Adventure/Crossover
RATING: ?
PAIRING: Not sure, yet.
AUTHORS NOTES: I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you will forgive me my mistakes (spelling and grammar).
The X-Men are mostly from the MovieVerse, with some mixed in stuff from the comics. I went AU after XMen Movie I, the stuff of XMen II has not yet happened in this story and I don't think it will happen.
"quote" is speech
#quote# is telepathy
Children of the Evolution
--- Chapter 2 ---
He looked at the monitors showing the inside of the hospital room, searching, with his eyes and his mind, for a sign that Erik might be waking some time soon. But his old friend was still unreachable in his coma.
The act of lifting the complex, where he had been held prisoner, through about fifty feet of earth, even if he had done it together with the other, had drained him beyond his ability to cope.
His body had used up too much energy and he had left so little, that there was the possibility that he would never wake up again, but would simply slip deeper and deeper into his coma until he finally died.
And if he died, then he, Charles Xavier, would be partly responsible. If his students hadn't left Erik for the authorities to find after the battle of Liberty Island, if they had been able to act faster, sooner, then Erik wouldn't have been able to go through with his crazy plan, if he had been able to convince his old friend to come back to the school for a while, then none of this would have happened.
But he had failed. Instead he had visited Erik in his plastic prison regularly, had played chess even if he knew that his friend wasn't really caring, he simply won too often. And while he was wasting his time that way, those people where building a new prison, a new hell for Erik to go through.
Once more he looked to the battery of monitors that were showing him Erik's room. Despite the fact that he was in a coma and victim of horrible violations of his civil rights, they still feared Erik, still threatened him as a criminal. Erik hadn't moved, he hadn't really expected him to, but now the young man they had found with him, Alexander, was sitting next to his sleeping form, watching.
Alexander, the young man was an enigma to him. He had been found locked in a cell together with Erik, half-councious and with a mind full with memories of gruesome tests and experiments done to him. Because he had Wolverine's healing factor as well as Magneto's magnetic powers and because he was more than fifty years younger than Erik, he had recovered very fast... at least physically. But the things he had seen, the things that had been done to him, they had left deep scars in his mental landscape.
When they had found them, when they had tried to separate him from Erik, he nearly went berserk. Alexander trusted none and nobody, fearing that if he left Erik alone, he would disappear again.
And wasn't that fear justified?
When the complex had appeared from the underground, when the news-stations uniformly showed the pictures of American citizen, being experimented on by their own government, when the storm of the angry people had broken loose over the officials, he had sitten in his office, silent and alone. And wept.
Outside the world was growing mad, people, other governments demanding answers, but the one responsible had fled their offices and posts, afraid for their very life. The people had learned that, in the eyes of their government, they seemed to be expendable and they liked that not a bit.
Riots were breaking out in the cities, those who represented the state, those, that were officials, they all were fair game now.
Normally he would sent out the X-Men, trying to contain the violence, but now he was afraid. For now he had seen the ugly truth, that neither mutant nor human mattered for those in charge. If you were useful and a mutant your chances were even worse. What if those people were waiting for him to send his students out? Who would they take next? First Logan, then Erik and now...? And would other states try to follow the American way of thinking?
He didn't know and for the first time in a very long time, he was afraid... very very afraid of the humans he'd tried to protect.
---
He rubbed his eyes in a tired motion before replacing his glasses. Giles sighed. He wished that Willow had told them earlier about Xander. But instead he had to take care of a hyperworried slayer and her younger sister, not to mention Anya, who, as he had suspected, still loved Xander despite her memories of the failed wedding and her re-entering her old job.
When Willow finally had told them, bare hours before the big event in New York had happened(she had been afraid that they would try to stop her doing the earthmagic Xander and his cellmate needed to lift the complex), he had collected his kids, as he was secretly calling them, had driven them to L.A. and had used a few connections to get them onto the next flight to New York.
Not that it had helped them very much, because the panic, that had started to sweep through the city had already been in full swing when the plane had landed. And Xander had been out of their reach. Hidden somewhere in a hospital and as far as he had heard, Xander had been fundamentally changed without the possibility of undoing the changes.
Giles started polishing his glasses. In all his time, living and fighting on the hellmouth, Xander had never been hurt or changed as much as he had on this last roadtrip he'd attempted. True, there were the possessions, the near brushes with death, but somehow he had always expected Xander to be the one that would remain forever unchanged from the influence of the hellmouth. Xander had been their anchor, the one that made them remember to life when they had buried themselves to deep into the prophecies and other troubles. He was the one to remind them that despite everything, they still were human and their lives would be unlived if they themselves didn't live them.
And now he was the one changed. He was no longer the normal one and the one to do this had been humans. It had been a shock. After so much supernatural and paranatural evil he had almost forgotten that humans could be evil too. And they had no racial requirements or prophecies or other natural reasons to be so, they were evil because they wanted to be evil.
And Xander was only one of their victims, yet he was the one dearest to the group, the most important for them.
If he had understood Willow correctly, Xander was a mutant now and one with very powerful abilities. He remembered how he had researched the few scattered bits of information on mutants when the word had hit the Press for the first time. His watcher training had made him suspect those beings to be demons in disguise, but finally he had come to the conclusion, that they were humans. Powerful humans, but humans none the less. And he had dropped the matter. His responsibility was with Buffy and the Slayer codex strictly forbade the harming or killing of humans. He would only sporadically read something about them, making notes when some of them had altered appearances, to tell Buffy that she couldn't hurt them, but otherwise he stayed away from that theme.
Now it looked like he would invest more time in that area of research. Xander was one of his group and he was a mutant now, Giles wanted to be able to make him comfortable with the group again.
---
In a nondescript house, somewhere in the Midwest, the Leaders of the Friends of Humanity had an emergency meeting. The reason for that were the unbelievable news that were shown on every news-channel. The discovery that the government was MAKING mutants out of normal American citizen didn't sit very well with the FoH. Here they were, an organisation for the purifying of the human genome, always ready to battle the dreaded mutants and their own government was taking brave normal citizen and turning them into freaks!
What could they do, how should they react?
Different opinions became loud and the tempers heated up, the voices of the different leader becoming louder the longer the meeting went.
Later this day would become known as the Day of Shizma, as the Friends of Humanity splintered into different groups. The Bewarer of genetic Purity, the hardcore mutanthaters, who wanted to eradicate even those government created freaks, the The Untampered ones, who wanted to give those mutants a chance to prove themselves and finally the relative small but later rapidly growing Church of Equality, who, deciding that nobody could know which mutant was created in a lab and which was natural, to give them all a fair chance and only to hunt them down if they did something criminal.
But as of this day, the Friends of Humanity did not exist any longer.
---
Willow nervously looked at the ancient scroll she'd hidden in her suitcase until this morning. Somehow she had known that she would need it, but the risk in using this spell were high, for her and for Xander. But Xander wanted this. Had asked her for it. He knew the risk and was willing to take them on.
She smiled to herself as she packed the ceremonial obsidian dagger into her purse, next to the five green, orchidscented candles. Xander was always like that, risking his life for those he deemed friends and family.
And sometime during his imprisonment, Erik Lehnsherr had become part of this very exclusive circle.
And now, that Xander could feel him slowly slipping away, he'd asked Willow via their link to do the spell.
The spell.
She had found it during the Warren hunt. It had been one of the few things she had been unable to absorb in her quest for power and revenge. She had always carried it with her since that day, partly as a reminder and partly as the last possible resource if one of her friends were near death.
Now Xander's mentor was close to death door and Xander had begged her to do it, with himself as the conduit.
Three green Quetzalfeathers were put into her purse, next to the bag of corn.
She would do it. For Xander.
He was her oldest friend, after all.
tbc