Author: MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, it's Joss
Whendon's baby as is Angel. I don't own X-Men or the concept of
mutants that's Marvel's baby. I just own this story but I don't have
any money so sue someone else. Part 3

Rise of the Juggernaut

The next day Xander had to make a toga out of one of Giles' bed
sheets so that he wouldn't be half-naked the whole day. The toga
made him look even more impressive, like some ancient Greek god come
to life. All he was missing was a golden crown around his head.

"You hungry? I've picked up a few chicken sandwiches for you." The
watcher told his young friend softly. He felt somewhat guilty
himself. After all he did back up Willow in her idea of using magic
to bring out Xander's dormant abilities. He had been thinking how
much easier it would be with a mutant helping in the slaying that
he'd forgotten about the fact that it was Xander's life they were
messing with.

"No thanks G-man. I'm not hungry." And he wasn't, which was odd he
thought. Most mornings he'd wake up and eat three bowls full of
cereal and then top it off with pancakes. But for some reason he
just didn't seem to want anything.

"That's alright, they're on the front table if you change your
mind." Giles didn't want to push him into eating if he didn't want
to. Guilt was really getting the better of him now. Because no
matter how he might fight with Xander he still thought of him as a
son.

And it sickened him to know he had helped do this to him. He'd even
decided to pay for the clothing Xander would need out of his own
pocket. "Buffy is going to be over in a few minutes to call about a
change of clothes for you. I know wearing a bedspread can't be all
that comfortable."

"Its alright Giles, sorta getting used to it." He looked down at
himself. The wonder still hadn't worn off for him, and he was
massive.

No fat at all either. Just ten foot tall and pure muscle. Not that
it mattered. Its not like he could walk outside and show off; Sunny
Dale might turn a blind eye to vampires and demons but those few
mutants that were ousted were shunned like garbage.

The front door bell rang and in walked Buffy with Riley on her heels
arguing. "I still can't see why I shouldn't ask Willow to try this
spell out on me." Riley whined in a manly way.

"It's too dangerous. For one you don't have an X gene, and for
another you've seen what it's done to Xander." She gave him a
withering look but he ignored it.

"Exactly, look at Xander. He's stronger then he's ever been in his
whole life. Hell, he's stronger then you. I'd put money on it that
he could smash a tank all on his own." The soldier argued.

"And you want that sort of power? Is that it?" She stared daggers at
her boyfriend. He just ignored her and turned to the newly made
juggernaut.

"So Xan, nice toga. Very Roman of you." He teased his friend good-
naturedly.

"Ya, that's what I was going for." Xander gave a mock Roman salute
by thumping his right fist against his chest.

"He said Roman not gorilla." The slayer smiled at him.
"So G-man, you and Buffy got any ideas on what his costume will look
like?" Riley asked with a sly smile using his friend's nickname for
the older man.

"I've told Xander this a hundred times and now I'm telling you.
Don't call me that." He answered the soldier with a scowl.

"What do you mean costume? Can't I get like giant-sized neon t-
shirts and really baggy pants?" He asked with a pout.

"Oh no. I'm in charge of picking it out and there's no way your
choosing something like that." Buffy told him with a playful laugh.

"Besides. The only place we can order this from doesn't do everyday
clothes. Its more...selective." She said with a blush looking at
Giles hotly wanting him to answer any further questions.

"What's with the red face Buff? Just where are you ordering my
suit?" He asked worriedly not liking how Buffy kept on blushing
deeper and deeper, or how Giles couldn't help but smirk.

"The only place I could find that could do this sort of job was
a..." He grumbled out.

"Sorry Giles. Didn't hear you. What was that?" Xander walked to the
counter and purposely towered over Giles.

"A sex shop." Giles said, as he looked away not wanting to dwell on
it.

"A what?!? What exactly is this suit going to look like? There's no
way I'm wearing spandex or anything like that." The giant of a man
told them outraged.

"Calm down Xander. It's the only place we could find that would do
the work Buffy asked for. And it's not spandex. She asked for
leather." The watcher said, trying to shift blame to someone else.

"Buff? What'd you tell them to make?" He asked stunned.

"Don't get upset. After Giles got your measurements last night
before you went to sleep I phoned them with a few ideas on what it'd
look like." He hadn't missed that fact that they'd still not
answered him.

"Stop beating around the bush and spill." He turned to her and
leaned over and made it even clearer that she was a shrimp next to
him. The slayer wasn't usually so easily intimidated, but you would
too if a walking mountain was standing above you.

"Huge black combat boots like size fifty or something, leather
pants, a very cool looking leather shirt. Which sorta looks like old-
fashioned armor from the dark ages. And a helmet."

Yeah, she thought that about summed it up. It was supposed to make
him look even more frightening for any vamps or demons they might
cross when he came patrolling with her.

That and the fact that all that leather would make him look very
yummy, but she was keeping that to herself. A girl could think about
her oldest and best male friend if she wanted. Besides she had a
boyfriend.

"That's all? The way you two kept looking I thought you'd gotten me
a collar and leash or something." He couldn't help but shudder at
that and be glad that Anya wasn't here to have heard it. No need to
give her more ideas.

So Buffy went and called the shop and gave them the address where
they would drop it off. But it was taking longer then she first
suspected. They couldn't seem to find the helmet she had first
wanted.

It was the one that looked like a knight's helmet. But they did
have a large one that would cover his whole face. It would be
extremely large and would buckle to the leather chest plate for
support.

"That should be alright," She told them, "he won't have any problems
with it being to heavy." Once that was finished she gave them
Giles's credit card number and hung up.

"It'll take a few hours, but it should be here before the night's
over. So Riley you wanted to ask Xander something?" The slayer put
her boyfriend on the spot.

"Umm, ya. I've set up a test in the Eastwood junkyard. Just
something to pinpoint just how much stronger you are."

"What tossing a car wasn't enough?" He couldn't think of a good
reason to be angry but he was enjoying watching the hardened
military man squirm under his scowl. What could he say, there's a
sadistic streak deeply embedded in him.

"Stop teasing him." Buffy playfully slapped his massive arm with her
good hand, the other was almost fully healed but still not up for
smacking anything. "You know your on the edge of your seat in
wonder, so don't even front."

And with that Xander waved bye to Giles and piled into the back of
Riley's four wheel drive and they were on their way.