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 3 ---
She slipped through the halls and stations like a wisp of mist, unnoticed by humans and video security alike. Her spells protecting her from detention, making her feel like a ghost. A ghost with a goal. Stubbornly she followed the softly buzzing mindlink to Xander's room.
Without a second thought she walked through the door and called up a mystic shield to protect them, then she dropped the illusion spells.
"Willow!"
The hug her friend bestowed on her was better than anything she had expected. It made her feel warm and welcome. She had missed this while she'd been in England, nobody could hug as good as Xander.
"Xander! OhitissogoodtoseeyouagainImeanyoulookdifferentbut notasbadasIthoughtyouwouldafterIreadthefiles! I missed you so much! Nobody hugs like you do."
He laughed softly and hugged her tighter. While they had communicated quite often since she had established the mindlink, he had missed Willow's physical presence very much and it looked like she had felt the same way.
Willow finally stepped out of the hug and scruntinized Xander. He was thinner, his hair longer and the entire way he held himself made him look older, more serious than she had ever seen him before. And yet, he was still Xander, despite all that had happened. Just like she had always been Willow, even when she had tried to destroy the world.
And thinking of magic...
#Xander, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? There is a risk, that I'll fail or that the spell backfires or....#
#Shhhh, Willow. I trust you. I trust you absolutely. Yes, some of your spells went wonky in the past, but you always pulled through when we needed you. It will be alright Willow, trust me, as I trust you.#
She smiled brightly at those words, knowing that Xander wouldn't, couldn't lie at her through the mindlink. Willow placed her purse on Xander's bed and together they started preparing the spell. She had a moment of panic when she noticed that her compass no longer worked correctly, since the needle was influenced by the magnetic fields of the two mutants, but before she could have a full-babble panic-attack, Xander managed to calm her down, stating that he could feel earth's magnetic field better than the compass she would have used, plucked the candles out of her hands and placed them on the four cardinal points of the circle she had drawn on the floor with chalk. The fifth candle he put exactly in the middle of the other four. Then he stepped back and pointed at the first candle he'd placed.
"This is North."
Willow nodded her thanks and started to fill the chalkoutline of the circle with carefully copied sigils. Each line had to be exact, or the one she was calling to would be angry and reverse the meaning of the spell. After she had been finished and had double checked the symbols, Willow placed the anointed corn around the candle in the middle and then grabbed the dagger and a small jade chalice. This ritual was old and powerful and as such, needed a powerful base to start... blood.
It wasn't very funny, but she couldn't suppress a nervous giggle, as Xander had to cut himself again and again until half of the chalice was filled with his blood. Then she gritted her teeth and let her blood fill it nearly up to the brim.
Mr Lehnsherr, as the benefactor of the spell, only needed to sacrifice three drops, that Willow carefully watched dropping into the chalice.
Willow placed the chalice on a small table, next to the three feathers, took a deep breath and looked at Xander.
"Are you really sure we should do this Xander?"
Xander looked at her and she could feel his decision through their link, but the spell needed a loudly spoken consent of the 'donor'.
"Yes, I am sure."
"Then we will begin."
---
The moment Willow had dropped her illusion spells, several alarms had started to blare and security had tried to enter the room to arrest her. Tried being the correct word, since Willow's mystic shield had held and no one could even get close to the door of the room. But Willow had done nothing to disable the cameras and so, those that were able to, watched as the small redhead prepared the ritual, listened to the strange conversation she had with the younger of the two mutants and continued to watch as she spoke three words that ignited the candles that had been placed on the design.
And since several news channels had more or less successful linked themselves to the videofeed, curious about what was happening with the main witnesses to the biggest scandal ever, there were a lot more watchers than anyone could have suspected.
Willow started the spell... and the world watched.
---
"Huehueteotl hear my call,
Ixquitecatl guide my tongue,
Chalmeccacihuatl lead my hand,
for I have come to call the one that is two,
the first that will be the last,
the light that is darkness still."
Willow held up one of the three Quetzalfeathers, let it float two inches over her cupped hands and it flared up, then turned to ash, the first sacrifice.
"I call to Metztli, Nanautzin and Citlalatonac,
be my witnesses before them,
that my words are untouched by evil
and my plea justified before Nauhyoteuctli's eyes."
The second feather burned as quickly and as brightly as the first.
"I call to you Omecihuatl,
Mother of all,
One of the Two that is one,
I call to you Ometecuhtli,
Father of all,
One of the Two that is one,
I call to you Ometeotl,
Dual Deity,
first that will be last,
Mother and Father of everything."
The last of the three feathers was burning brighter than the first two together, a good sign.
"I call you with my blood, my life, my soul.
I call you with my heart and my mind.
I call you to bind together
The Father and the Son
The Brother and the Brother
The Mentor and the Student
I call you to balance
I call you to heal."
She dipped her fingers into the mixed blood, starting to draw sigils of power between the chalk ones until the circle flared up white with power.
"Great Ometeotl
the one bound but unbalanced
the one standing on the doorway
the one about to enter the next world
I beseech you to
Heal!"
At her last word, the circle burst into a pillar of bluish white power and Willow gritted her teeth as she trust the chalice into the middle of the pillar.
It was as if she had dipped her hands into molten iron, it felt like her hands were burned away, leaving only cauterised stumps. Her eyes teared, but she couldn't let got, she had to stay strong even if it hurt and hurt and hurt.
She was close to passing out, only holding on because she had a stubborn streak a mile wide and refused to give up that close to her goal, when the entire room was bathed into bright light and it finally stopped hurting.
The light flowed together to form a figure, a silhouette filled with darkness and stars. The outline of this nude being showed that it had breasts like a woman, but genitals like a man. This was Ometeotl, the dual Creator of the Aztecs. And while it was very hard to make out their face, it looked like they were... smiling?
They stepped out of the circle, walking the two steps to the obviously exhausted witch. Their hand captured the witch's chin, forcing her to look up, into their eyes.
For a moment Willow understood. She saw into their eyes and knew everything, felt everything, was everything. Her mind stretched out between the stars, further and further until she touched the edge of eternity. Then the eyecontact was broken and she nearly wept, as she found herself back in her own body.
They smiled and placed the lightest, softest kiss onto her forehead, before they walked to the one that was to be the donor. Once again they established eyecontact and again they were happy with what they found and finally they looked into the heart and mind of the one who would be the benefactor of the plea. His mind was unbalanced, more pain and darkness than light, but the donor was slowly working on changing that. He still could be balanced and the plea was right and just in their eyes.
Ometeotl was pleased and because they were pleased they decided to grant each of them an extra bon they hadn't asked for. But first...
They stepped back to the donor, held his face between their hands and kissed them onto the mouth. During the kiss, they inhaled, pulling in his life-force, making him age a bit. When their kiss ended, Xander was, and looked, four years older than before.
Then they returned to the benefactor and kissed him, like they had kissed the donor, pushing the life-force they had taken into him, but not before amplifying it a little. Four years times twelve, 48 years of life-force were infused into him and those watching could see the years melting from him like hot wax.
Ometeotl stepped back, scruntinizing him for a moment, before kissing him a second time, but onto the forehead, like the witch. Then they stepped to the donor, kissing him and finally they walked to the witch. Her, they kissed onto the mouth, before laughing softly and stepping back into the circle.
There was a flare of light and power and then they were gone. As well as the lines of chalk and blood, the candles, the corn and everything Willow had used for the calling... except for the scroll and the jadechalice, which had been changed by the power channelled through it. There were craving in the jade now, blessings and symbols. The chalice had become a holy object that was keyed to the three that had bleed into it.
Willow picked it up and put it back into her purse. Then she looked at Xander. He still stood there, where the dual being had kissed him, a glazed look on his face and the faintest smile on his lips. She knew how he felt. Her eyes wandered to the bed where Mr Lehnsherr was sleeping and she gaped.
During the ritual she didn't had the time to look what had happened to him, too dazed by the presence of the celestial being, but now she got her first real good look.
She turned her head, looked at Xander, then turned back to the man still sleeping in his hospital bed.
"We overdid it a bit, did we?"
Willow smiled, then exhaustion hit her. She barely had time to stumble towards Xander's bed, before she collapsed into a deep sleep.
Xander looked at Erik's sleeping form and laughed softly.
"Just a bit, Willow. Just a tiny little bit."
He arranged her, so that she would be comfortable, then laid himself on the covers next to her. He had lost four years of life-force and his healing factor was working in overdrive to repair the micro cellular damage that had occurred, he needed a nap, too.
A few minutes after he'd fallen asleep, Willow's barrier went down and security stormed the room. They found them all sleeping, the redheaded intruder sharing a bed with the younger mutant and the other... they stared at the bed, the one sleeping in that bed in shock. This morning, Erik Magnus Lehnsherr had slept in that bed, and he had looked worn and exhausted and his age. Now, they assumed that Erik Magnus Lehnsherr still slept in that bed, but he looked relaxed, peaceful and not a day over 26!
Tbc
Note: Yes I deaged Magneto a bit. I have several pairings in mind for this story and had he remained his age, I would feel a bit squicky to write those. Also I needed him to be a bit more on level with Xander. Since he had been deaged in the comics once (done to babylevel if I remember correctly) it should be in the realm of possibility.
Question: I wanna pair up Willow with one of the X-menVerse who would you suggest?
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 3 ---
She slipped through the halls and stations like a wisp of mist, unnoticed by humans and video security alike. Her spells protecting her from detention, making her feel like a ghost. A ghost with a goal. Stubbornly she followed the softly buzzing mindlink to Xander's room.
Without a second thought she walked through the door and called up a mystic shield to protect them, then she dropped the illusion spells.
"Willow!"
The hug her friend bestowed on her was better than anything she had expected. It made her feel warm and welcome. She had missed this while she'd been in England, nobody could hug as good as Xander.
"Xander! OhitissogoodtoseeyouagainImeanyoulookdifferentbut notasbadasIthoughtyouwouldafterIreadthefiles! I missed you so much! Nobody hugs like you do."
He laughed softly and hugged her tighter. While they had communicated quite often since she had established the mindlink, he had missed Willow's physical presence very much and it looked like she had felt the same way.
Willow finally stepped out of the hug and scruntinized Xander. He was thinner, his hair longer and the entire way he held himself made him look older, more serious than she had ever seen him before. And yet, he was still Xander, despite all that had happened. Just like she had always been Willow, even when she had tried to destroy the world.
And thinking of magic...
#Xander, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? There is a risk, that I'll fail or that the spell backfires or....#
#Shhhh, Willow. I trust you. I trust you absolutely. Yes, some of your spells went wonky in the past, but you always pulled through when we needed you. It will be alright Willow, trust me, as I trust you.#
She smiled brightly at those words, knowing that Xander wouldn't, couldn't lie at her through the mindlink. Willow placed her purse on Xander's bed and together they started preparing the spell. She had a moment of panic when she noticed that her compass no longer worked correctly, since the needle was influenced by the magnetic fields of the two mutants, but before she could have a full-babble panic-attack, Xander managed to calm her down, stating that he could feel earth's magnetic field better than the compass she would have used, plucked the candles out of her hands and placed them on the four cardinal points of the circle she had drawn on the floor with chalk. The fifth candle he put exactly in the middle of the other four. Then he stepped back and pointed at the first candle he'd placed.
"This is North."
Willow nodded her thanks and started to fill the chalkoutline of the circle with carefully copied sigils. Each line had to be exact, or the one she was calling to would be angry and reverse the meaning of the spell. After she had been finished and had double checked the symbols, Willow placed the anointed corn around the candle in the middle and then grabbed the dagger and a small jade chalice. This ritual was old and powerful and as such, needed a powerful base to start... blood.
It wasn't very funny, but she couldn't suppress a nervous giggle, as Xander had to cut himself again and again until half of the chalice was filled with his blood. Then she gritted her teeth and let her blood fill it nearly up to the brim.
Mr Lehnsherr, as the benefactor of the spell, only needed to sacrifice three drops, that Willow carefully watched dropping into the chalice.
Willow placed the chalice on a small table, next to the three feathers, took a deep breath and looked at Xander.
"Are you really sure we should do this Xander?"
Xander looked at her and she could feel his decision through their link, but the spell needed a loudly spoken consent of the 'donor'.
"Yes, I am sure."
"Then we will begin."
---
The moment Willow had dropped her illusion spells, several alarms had started to blare and security had tried to enter the room to arrest her. Tried being the correct word, since Willow's mystic shield had held and no one could even get close to the door of the room. But Willow had done nothing to disable the cameras and so, those that were able to, watched as the small redhead prepared the ritual, listened to the strange conversation she had with the younger of the two mutants and continued to watch as she spoke three words that ignited the candles that had been placed on the design.
And since several news channels had more or less successful linked themselves to the videofeed, curious about what was happening with the main witnesses to the biggest scandal ever, there were a lot more watchers than anyone could have suspected.
Willow started the spell... and the world watched.
---
"Huehueteotl hear my call,
Ixquitecatl guide my tongue,
Chalmeccacihuatl lead my hand,
for I have come to call the one that is two,
the first that will be the last,
the light that is darkness still."
Willow held up one of the three Quetzalfeathers, let it float two inches over her cupped hands and it flared up, then turned to ash, the first sacrifice.
"I call to Metztli, Nanautzin and Citlalatonac,
be my witnesses before them,
that my words are untouched by evil
and my plea justified before Nauhyoteuctli's eyes."
The second feather burned as quickly and as brightly as the first.
"I call to you Omecihuatl,
Mother of all,
One of the Two that is one,
I call to you Ometecuhtli,
Father of all,
One of the Two that is one,
I call to you Ometeotl,
Dual Deity,
first that will be last,
Mother and Father of everything."
The last of the three feathers was burning brighter than the first two together, a good sign.
"I call you with my blood, my life, my soul.
I call you with my heart and my mind.
I call you to bind together
The Father and the Son
The Brother and the Brother
The Mentor and the Student
I call you to balance
I call you to heal."
She dipped her fingers into the mixed blood, starting to draw sigils of power between the chalk ones until the circle flared up white with power.
"Great Ometeotl
the one bound but unbalanced
the one standing on the doorway
the one about to enter the next world
I beseech you to
Heal!"
At her last word, the circle burst into a pillar of bluish white power and Willow gritted her teeth as she trust the chalice into the middle of the pillar.
It was as if she had dipped her hands into molten iron, it felt like her hands were burned away, leaving only cauterised stumps. Her eyes teared, but she couldn't let got, she had to stay strong even if it hurt and hurt and hurt.
She was close to passing out, only holding on because she had a stubborn streak a mile wide and refused to give up that close to her goal, when the entire room was bathed into bright light and it finally stopped hurting.
The light flowed together to form a figure, a silhouette filled with darkness and stars. The outline of this nude being showed that it had breasts like a woman, but genitals like a man. This was Ometeotl, the dual Creator of the Aztecs. And while it was very hard to make out their face, it looked like they were... smiling?
They stepped out of the circle, walking the two steps to the obviously exhausted witch. Their hand captured the witch's chin, forcing her to look up, into their eyes.
For a moment Willow understood. She saw into their eyes and knew everything, felt everything, was everything. Her mind stretched out between the stars, further and further until she touched the edge of eternity. Then the eyecontact was broken and she nearly wept, as she found herself back in her own body.
They smiled and placed the lightest, softest kiss onto her forehead, before they walked to the one that was to be the donor. Once again they established eyecontact and again they were happy with what they found and finally they looked into the heart and mind of the one who would be the benefactor of the plea. His mind was unbalanced, more pain and darkness than light, but the donor was slowly working on changing that. He still could be balanced and the plea was right and just in their eyes.
Ometeotl was pleased and because they were pleased they decided to grant each of them an extra bon they hadn't asked for. But first...
They stepped back to the donor, held his face between their hands and kissed them onto the mouth. During the kiss, they inhaled, pulling in his life-force, making him age a bit. When their kiss ended, Xander was, and looked, four years older than before.
Then they returned to the benefactor and kissed him, like they had kissed the donor, pushing the life-force they had taken into him, but not before amplifying it a little. Four years times twelve, 48 years of life-force were infused into him and those watching could see the years melting from him like hot wax.
Ometeotl stepped back, scruntinizing him for a moment, before kissing him a second time, but onto the forehead, like the witch. Then they stepped to the donor, kissing him and finally they walked to the witch. Her, they kissed onto the mouth, before laughing softly and stepping back into the circle.
There was a flare of light and power and then they were gone. As well as the lines of chalk and blood, the candles, the corn and everything Willow had used for the calling... except for the scroll and the jadechalice, which had been changed by the power channelled through it. There were craving in the jade now, blessings and symbols. The chalice had become a holy object that was keyed to the three that had bleed into it.
Willow picked it up and put it back into her purse. Then she looked at Xander. He still stood there, where the dual being had kissed him, a glazed look on his face and the faintest smile on his lips. She knew how he felt. Her eyes wandered to the bed where Mr Lehnsherr was sleeping and she gaped.
During the ritual she didn't had the time to look what had happened to him, too dazed by the presence of the celestial being, but now she got her first real good look.
She turned her head, looked at Xander, then turned back to the man still sleeping in his hospital bed.
"We overdid it a bit, did we?"
Willow smiled, then exhaustion hit her. She barely had time to stumble towards Xander's bed, before she collapsed into a deep sleep.
Xander looked at Erik's sleeping form and laughed softly.
"Just a bit, Willow. Just a tiny little bit."
He arranged her, so that she would be comfortable, then laid himself on the covers next to her. He had lost four years of life-force and his healing factor was working in overdrive to repair the micro cellular damage that had occurred, he needed a nap, too.
A few minutes after he'd fallen asleep, Willow's barrier went down and security stormed the room. They found them all sleeping, the redheaded intruder sharing a bed with the younger mutant and the other... they stared at the bed, the one sleeping in that bed in shock. This morning, Erik Magnus Lehnsherr had slept in that bed, and he had looked worn and exhausted and his age. Now, they assumed that Erik Magnus Lehnsherr still slept in that bed, but he looked relaxed, peaceful and not a day over 26!
Tbc
Note: Yes I deaged Magneto a bit. I have several pairings in mind for this story and had he remained his age, I would feel a bit squicky to write those. Also I needed him to be a bit more on level with Xander. Since he had been deaged in the comics once (done to babylevel if I remember correctly) it should be in the realm of possibility.
Question: I wanna pair up Willow with one of the X-menVerse who would you suggest?