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 6

Rise of the Juggernaut

There aren't many places a man such as Xander could walk freely so
he just went back to Giles' shop just in time to find Anya busy
making out with Spike. But the blond vampire's fun was soon cut
short when he was picked up from behind and thrown almost four feet
into the air and he turned faced a very angry young man.

"Gah! Wh..who the 'ell are you?" Of course he didn't recognize him
and no one was really going to call the vampire up and inform him
about Xander's new look on life.

"Come on fangless I'm hurt. It's me the 'bricklayer', remember
calling me that?" The juggernaut was enjoying this more then he
should have, but how should he feel? His ex is already making out
with another guy less then a few hours after their break up?
"Harris? What in the name 'o hell happened to you?" Spike said shock
clear in his voice.

"Xander! You put him down this instant. We were just about to have
sex and I don't want him bruised." His grip only tightened around
the small master vampires torso.

"Gah," Spike coughed, "she said you two have broken up." He
whispered. Vampires might not have to breathe to talk but having
your ribcage crushed sorta makes it hard.

"I said put him down! After all I need someone who can please me."
"Jesus An, are you trying to get him to pound me into vampire
paste?" He yelled out. "Why the blood hell didn't someone clue me in
to the fact that Harris had turned into the sodding green giant?"
Spike thought absently.

"What Anya? Couldn't wait a fucking week before trying to shack up
with the walking dead?" He growled out never taking his eyes off
Spikes, who's eyes, by the way, were bulging out of his head.
"Look mate, if you want the bird have her. You've got my blessing,
just keep me out of this."

"Look what you've done now Harris! Now that you can't have sex
anymore you want to deprive me of it too?" Riley, Buffy, Willow, and
Tara all caught the last part of that when they entered the magic
shop.

It's hard to say what was more shocking. The fact that it looked
like Xander was about to smash Spike with his bare hands or what
Anya had just said.

"What mate? Can't get it up anymore?" Spike taunted absently but was
reminded by the sound of his ribs breaking where he was. "I
mean....it's like this.....Slayer would you get your boy offa me?"
He begged.

"Oh no. He's still works as well as he ever did. Its just that he
was hung like a horse before but now he's the size of a baby
elephant." She summed it up. Tact really wasn't Anya's strong point.
The slayer and the Wiccans couldn't help but blush scarlet at the
thought, and Spike had an odd glint in his eyes. "Really? Then
what's the problem?"

"Enough!" Xander's voice shook the whole shop. "Could we change the
subject? Oh I know let's talk about how I pulled Spike's arms and
legs off and beat him with them; sound like fun? Thought so." He
reached over and grabbed Spike's left and right arm with his hands
and held him spread eagle style in the air.

"Lets NOT talk about pulling any of my body parts off of me. Slayer
would you control him, please?!?" The English undead was outright
begging now. He hadn't been this scared in decades.

"Come on Xan, you've scared him enough." Buffy told him but she
didn't seem too worried about Spike.

"Besides your new suit would get all bloody." Tara told him,
everyone even Spike turned to her with odd looks. "Well it would!
And its not like we can get it dry cleaned."

Getting himself under control Xander dropped Spike to the floor with
a shrug. At once he was heading for the front door mattering
something like, "...never thought I'd be saved by dry cleaning bills."
Then he was gone.

"Now could someone tell me why Xander was about to crush Spike into
a bleached basketball?" The blond slayer asked perturbed.
"She was kissing me." Was all Spike would say.
"Why? Anya, why would you cheat on him like that?" Willow asked
hotly.

"I wasn't cheating! We broke up." The ex-demoness stated plainly.
"What for?" Tara didn't understand that. As far as she was concerned
Xander was a sweetie.

"Come on you all know." Anya accused, but no one seemed to know what
she was talking about.

"Don't play dumb. He's a freak now. Just look at him." She pointing
in the direction Xander had gone. "He can't even walk into a low
level ceiling without having to bend down." Everyone looked
outraged. "He's not like us anymore. He can't go home. He'll have to
hide in the backroom whenever someone comes in here. He can't get a
job or even go out to eat." She was relentless. "So he's super
strong now, woo hoo. He's still a big mutie freak and I'm not dating
that."

"Hell, I don't even want him in the shop. I should put up a sign
tomorrow, 'No muties allowed.' " She said absently.

"God, could you be anymore of a raciest bitch?" Willow exploded.

"I'm just saying what you're all thinking! He's like a circus geek
now, its all well and good to see them at the freak show where you
can point and laugh, but you don't want to see one walking down the
street like they're normal people."

She might have continued her self-righteous neo-nazi speech, but
Tara's fist in her face stopped it right quick.
"Ju...just shut up! Yo..you soulless bitch!" She was so angry that
Tara couldn't help that the stutter worse then normal.

"Yeah, stick up for him. Like you're normal either. You're just some
stuttering podunk lesbo." Anya screeched as she held her now
bleeding lip.

"Get out." There was no mistaking the steel in Buffy's voice. "Walk
out of here right now before your unable to walk." She and Willow
were shaking with rage. Tara had walked into the backroom and over
to Xander and engulfed him in a hug. Her arms had no chance of
reaching all the way around him but neither cared. Even Riley was
pissed off, that he'd gotten so angry his face had turned stark
raving red.

So without another word Anya left. No one said anything for a long
time. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Xander's
helmet being unclasped and sat on the counter next to him. Once his
face was visible everyone could see the tears running down his face.

"Shhh, Xander. Don't cry. Sh... she's just a heartless tramp. What
she said doesn't matter." Tara told him but her voice was strained.
She was having a hard time not braking down into tears herself.
Willow and Buffy were having the same problems.