Thief in the night
Disclaimer: I don't own anything so there would be very little point in suing me. The marvelous characters in this story are owned by the people who own them and not unfortunately by me. If you don't recognize a character then it's mine, all mine. Summary: Xander encounters the x-men but that'd just be boring so there's a twist. Spoilers: Not really but let's say X-men 1 and Buffy season 6 to be safe. Rating: Let's say pg-13 in case I use a bad word. Author's note: Sorry for the delay with getting the next chapter to you. I'd tell you my excuse but you might get jealous about the fact I've spent the last three weeks sitting under a palm tree. This time around let's explain the whole Clive thing and throw in some descriptive writing.
Chapter two - the plot thickens.
When Xander came to his head hurt. His head hurt a lot, which was surprising seeing as the only injury he could remember sustaining, was being shot in the chest.
Opening his eyes gingerly Xander looked around the room he was in. Neutral colored walls meet plush gray carpeting. There was a couple of plain wooden doors and a large wooden credenza against the wall opposite the bed.
Taking in his surroundings Xander came to the conclusion that he was in a bed, however not in a hospital. The bed was large. When he stretched out his arms on either side he still didn't reach the edge. Although this could also have something to do with his height. The room was dimly lit and empty except for Wolf man sitting on a chair by the window looking out at the day.
Xander coughed, his throat dry and Wolf man turned.
" You're alive then?" Wolf man asked and Xander nodded and then instantly regretted the movement,
" My head hurts," Xander croaked and Wolf man looked away briefly
" Yeah I kinda knocked your head against the door frame when I moved you in here. " Well at least he looked sheepish.
" Where's here?" Xander asked wondering if he was still at the mansion he had been robbing last night.
" What you don't recognize it?" Wolf man sniped and Xander assumed that meant he was still at the house.
The room fell silent for a moment
" He's awake" Wolf man suddenly announced and Xander stared at him and then looked around the room but there was nobody else there.
"I'm looking at him and his eyes are open" Wolf man continued and Xander tried hard not to stare.
Wolf man turned to him an odd look on his face and a single cocked eyebrow.
" So Kid what's your name?" He asked his voice gruff. Xander cringed it was still hard to come to deal with the fact he was for all intense purposes a child again.
Acting like a child was even harder to pull off. I mean if it weren't for one very important reason. Xander probably would have knocked Clive the old dude with the shotgun over the head and called the cops on his ass a long time ago. Instead because it fit with the image and Xander had no want to stand out in the crowd. He behaved and acted just like a desperate thirteen year old street kid would. Even though the twenty one year old in him was screaming ' Call the cops you ditz!"
The fact was that he needed Clive. Not because the old man was giving him a little food but because when he had first meet Clive he'd been holding a medallion. Xander had recognised the symbol, he'd seen it once before. Scrawled on the floor of the Summer's house just before his life and his best friend went boom. So until Clive let slip what he had done with the medallion or more importantly who he had sold it to. Xander's plan up until twenty seconds ago had been to stick to him like glue. Even if it meant being a felon, especially if there was a chance he could find out what the symbol meant and if the medallion could be used to reverse what had happened to him.
" Dale" Xander answered finally answering Logan's question after a pause.
" Logan "
Xander nodded and struggled into a sitting position. Logan stood to help but Xander waved him away.
" I can do it " Xander ground out and Logan sat back down.
" Gotta say you look pretty good for a kid who had half his chest blown apart by a shotgun " Logan commented and Xander shrugged and then as an afterthought looked down at his chest. Someone had cut off his shirt and taken off his pants and there was a large piece of gauze taped to his chest. The front of the gauze was stained pink.
" Did you know you could do that?" Logan continued and Xander looked at him in question.
"Look down?" Xander asked and Logan's response was a growl.
" Heal yourself. I mean I thought you were a gonna but by the time I'd carried you to our hospital wing most of the damage had fixed itself. " The big man almost sounded grateful that Xander hadn't died.
Unsure of how to respond Xander stayed silent.
" I mean the whole process took a long time but the vital stuff seemed to happen in minutes, seconds."
" Long time?" Xander asked curious as to how long he'd been in the land of nod.
" Yeah, you've been out for nearly three days" Well that explained why Xander needed to pee so badly.
Xander's eyebrows hit the roof. A knock on the door cut off his next question.
" Come on in," Logan called out and Scott led a bald man in a wheelchair into the room.
" Ahh I see our young patient is awake, " The bald man said in a friendly tone.
" My name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is my school" The professor announced and Xander just stared at him.
" And who might you be?" Scott asked besides the Professor obviously peeved that Xander hadn't responded.
" Dale" Logan stated.
" Dale, we have been trying to locate someone to call for you but you had no identification on you" the Professor stated and Xander again didn't respond.
" So is there someone you would like us to call?" The Professor's tone was still friendly but Xander could tell he was maybe annoyed at Xander's lack of reply.
The short answer to the question just answered was no. The long answer to that question which involved the possibility of calling California and Giles and letting him know that he had been injured robbing a house was also no.
" No" Xander finally answered as he pushed himself a little more upright.
" You shouldn't be tiring him out like this" A new voice announced admonishing the group and a beautiful red head pushed past Scott and headed towards the bed.
" I'm Jean, I've been looking after you, how are you feeling?" Jean asked sitting on the edge of the mattress.
" I'm fine" Xander told her appreciating Jean's beauty. Jean nodded and leaned forward and pulled the gauze away from Xander's chest and appraised the scarred flesh underneath.
" Remarkable" The Professor commented leaning forward in his chair.
" Can I go?" Xander asked suddenly looking around at the four adults in the room.
" Do you know what this school is?" The Professor replied and Xander stared at him a beat before shaking his head.
" This, my young friend is a school for mutants. " Xander's eyes bugged a little.
" And you are in the company of four mutants right now" Logan explained.
" Why are you telling me this?" Xander asked staring at Logan.
" You were shot in the chest three days ago but now are completely healed" The Professor answered.
" So" The sullenness of a teenager's tone crept into Xander's voice.
" So, are you a mutant?" Logan snapped obviously miffed at the tone Xander had used.
Once again the short answer was no. The long answer was that he was the by- product of misplaced magic and a mystical medallion symbolly thing but still no.
" I don't know, I guess so" Xander replied trying to sound uncertain.
The professor nodded and looked at Jean who looked occupied in thought.
" Jean?" Scott asked obviously noticing as well.
" Oh sorry " Jean started and looked at Xander again. Reaching out she ran her hands over a second large scar on Xander's chest. The scar was comprised of three parts. Three long vertical slash marks running the length of Xander's chest. The scars that Willow had given him as he used his love for her to save the world.
Jean looked from the scars over to Logan her gaze settling on his hands, nearly hidden underneath his armpits as he stood with his folded across his chest.
" Don't look at me like that Jean, I didn't touch him" Logan spat out his hands freeing themselves.
" Did I say anything? " Jean asked trying to cover up her silent accusation.
Xander watched the exchange from the bed confused.
" So what about our proposition young man, will you stay with us for awhile?" The professor asked trying to diffuse some of the tension in the bedroom.
Xander turned back to the old man and furrowed his brow in thought. Taking a deep breath and taking a last look around the room he bit his lip then muttered.
" If it's ok?" The professor responded with a grin and clapped his hands together.
" Of course it is, Jean could you supply our new young friend with some clothes and I shall see where we have space for him to stay. You probably wouldn't want Logan as a room mate."
The professor and Scott left the room together
" You'd be a small?" Jean asked enquiring about his clothes side and Xander nodded.
" I'll see what we can find for you" She shot a last look at Logan and left the room.
Xander looked across at Logan, he was curious about the looks shooting between the Doc and Wolf man.
" What was that about?" Xander asked swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and testing the strength in his legs before standing.
" Nothing" Logan shot back and Xander rolled his eyes and started for the bathroom. Stopping when he realized he didn't know where it was.
" Hey where's the bathroom?"
Logan extended a hairy arm and gestured to a door across the room there was a zing in the air and three metal claws appeared from within Logan's fist. Two of the shiny claws retracted while the third stayed pointed at the bathroom door.
Xander stared at the claws for as long as he could before the need to pee overtook him and he hurried to the bathroom. When he returned to the room Logan was gone but Jean and a pile of clothes sat on the bed.
" Thanks" Xander muttered as he picked through the pile selecting a pair of jeans, clean boxers and a plain black t-shirt. Lastly he snagged a dark sweater.
" How come Logan's got claws? " Xander asked as he pulled the clean t-shirt and sweater over his head.
" The claws are part of Logan's mutation, he also has an advanced healing system like yours" Jean explained.
" What's your mutation?"
" I can move things with my mind " Jean smiled and a clock next to the bed floated through the air and landed in her hand.
" Whoa cool!" Xander exclaimed mustering up some teenage enthusiasm and trying not to think of Willow and her levitating pencils.
There was silence in the room for a moment as a look of sadness passed across Xander's face. Jean pretended to ignore the look. Xander looked up at Jean holding the clothes tightly and then headed back towards the bathroom to change.
" I'll wait outside while you get dressed" Jean announced standing and Xander nodded in agreement.
Xander waited until Jean was gone before he threw on the clothes quickly. A quick glance around the room and he found a pair of boots inside the credenza opposite the bed. Doing the laces up loosely Xander took a last longing look at the soft bed before he opened the window and dropped out.
Sure staying in a mansion would be nice. But Xander had other things to do and number one on that list was to track down the medallion, even if it meant torturing Clive to get the information. In fact especially if it meant torturing Clive to get the information.
AN: ok so last time I led you on by making you believe the faster you reviewed the faster I would write. Now we know this is a fantasy how about I say if you review, I promise to get the next part out as soon as I can?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything so there would be very little point in suing me. The marvelous characters in this story are owned by the people who own them and not unfortunately by me. If you don't recognize a character then it's mine, all mine. Summary: Xander encounters the x-men but that'd just be boring so there's a twist. Spoilers: Not really but let's say X-men 1 and Buffy season 6 to be safe. Rating: Let's say pg-13 in case I use a bad word. Author's note: Sorry for the delay with getting the next chapter to you. I'd tell you my excuse but you might get jealous about the fact I've spent the last three weeks sitting under a palm tree. This time around let's explain the whole Clive thing and throw in some descriptive writing.
Chapter two - the plot thickens.
When Xander came to his head hurt. His head hurt a lot, which was surprising seeing as the only injury he could remember sustaining, was being shot in the chest.
Opening his eyes gingerly Xander looked around the room he was in. Neutral colored walls meet plush gray carpeting. There was a couple of plain wooden doors and a large wooden credenza against the wall opposite the bed.
Taking in his surroundings Xander came to the conclusion that he was in a bed, however not in a hospital. The bed was large. When he stretched out his arms on either side he still didn't reach the edge. Although this could also have something to do with his height. The room was dimly lit and empty except for Wolf man sitting on a chair by the window looking out at the day.
Xander coughed, his throat dry and Wolf man turned.
" You're alive then?" Wolf man asked and Xander nodded and then instantly regretted the movement,
" My head hurts," Xander croaked and Wolf man looked away briefly
" Yeah I kinda knocked your head against the door frame when I moved you in here. " Well at least he looked sheepish.
" Where's here?" Xander asked wondering if he was still at the mansion he had been robbing last night.
" What you don't recognize it?" Wolf man sniped and Xander assumed that meant he was still at the house.
The room fell silent for a moment
" He's awake" Wolf man suddenly announced and Xander stared at him and then looked around the room but there was nobody else there.
"I'm looking at him and his eyes are open" Wolf man continued and Xander tried hard not to stare.
Wolf man turned to him an odd look on his face and a single cocked eyebrow.
" So Kid what's your name?" He asked his voice gruff. Xander cringed it was still hard to come to deal with the fact he was for all intense purposes a child again.
Acting like a child was even harder to pull off. I mean if it weren't for one very important reason. Xander probably would have knocked Clive the old dude with the shotgun over the head and called the cops on his ass a long time ago. Instead because it fit with the image and Xander had no want to stand out in the crowd. He behaved and acted just like a desperate thirteen year old street kid would. Even though the twenty one year old in him was screaming ' Call the cops you ditz!"
The fact was that he needed Clive. Not because the old man was giving him a little food but because when he had first meet Clive he'd been holding a medallion. Xander had recognised the symbol, he'd seen it once before. Scrawled on the floor of the Summer's house just before his life and his best friend went boom. So until Clive let slip what he had done with the medallion or more importantly who he had sold it to. Xander's plan up until twenty seconds ago had been to stick to him like glue. Even if it meant being a felon, especially if there was a chance he could find out what the symbol meant and if the medallion could be used to reverse what had happened to him.
" Dale" Xander answered finally answering Logan's question after a pause.
" Logan "
Xander nodded and struggled into a sitting position. Logan stood to help but Xander waved him away.
" I can do it " Xander ground out and Logan sat back down.
" Gotta say you look pretty good for a kid who had half his chest blown apart by a shotgun " Logan commented and Xander shrugged and then as an afterthought looked down at his chest. Someone had cut off his shirt and taken off his pants and there was a large piece of gauze taped to his chest. The front of the gauze was stained pink.
" Did you know you could do that?" Logan continued and Xander looked at him in question.
"Look down?" Xander asked and Logan's response was a growl.
" Heal yourself. I mean I thought you were a gonna but by the time I'd carried you to our hospital wing most of the damage had fixed itself. " The big man almost sounded grateful that Xander hadn't died.
Unsure of how to respond Xander stayed silent.
" I mean the whole process took a long time but the vital stuff seemed to happen in minutes, seconds."
" Long time?" Xander asked curious as to how long he'd been in the land of nod.
" Yeah, you've been out for nearly three days" Well that explained why Xander needed to pee so badly.
Xander's eyebrows hit the roof. A knock on the door cut off his next question.
" Come on in," Logan called out and Scott led a bald man in a wheelchair into the room.
" Ahh I see our young patient is awake, " The bald man said in a friendly tone.
" My name is Professor Charles Xavier and this is my school" The professor announced and Xander just stared at him.
" And who might you be?" Scott asked besides the Professor obviously peeved that Xander hadn't responded.
" Dale" Logan stated.
" Dale, we have been trying to locate someone to call for you but you had no identification on you" the Professor stated and Xander again didn't respond.
" So is there someone you would like us to call?" The Professor's tone was still friendly but Xander could tell he was maybe annoyed at Xander's lack of reply.
The short answer to the question just answered was no. The long answer to that question which involved the possibility of calling California and Giles and letting him know that he had been injured robbing a house was also no.
" No" Xander finally answered as he pushed himself a little more upright.
" You shouldn't be tiring him out like this" A new voice announced admonishing the group and a beautiful red head pushed past Scott and headed towards the bed.
" I'm Jean, I've been looking after you, how are you feeling?" Jean asked sitting on the edge of the mattress.
" I'm fine" Xander told her appreciating Jean's beauty. Jean nodded and leaned forward and pulled the gauze away from Xander's chest and appraised the scarred flesh underneath.
" Remarkable" The Professor commented leaning forward in his chair.
" Can I go?" Xander asked suddenly looking around at the four adults in the room.
" Do you know what this school is?" The Professor replied and Xander stared at him a beat before shaking his head.
" This, my young friend is a school for mutants. " Xander's eyes bugged a little.
" And you are in the company of four mutants right now" Logan explained.
" Why are you telling me this?" Xander asked staring at Logan.
" You were shot in the chest three days ago but now are completely healed" The Professor answered.
" So" The sullenness of a teenager's tone crept into Xander's voice.
" So, are you a mutant?" Logan snapped obviously miffed at the tone Xander had used.
Once again the short answer was no. The long answer was that he was the by- product of misplaced magic and a mystical medallion symbolly thing but still no.
" I don't know, I guess so" Xander replied trying to sound uncertain.
The professor nodded and looked at Jean who looked occupied in thought.
" Jean?" Scott asked obviously noticing as well.
" Oh sorry " Jean started and looked at Xander again. Reaching out she ran her hands over a second large scar on Xander's chest. The scar was comprised of three parts. Three long vertical slash marks running the length of Xander's chest. The scars that Willow had given him as he used his love for her to save the world.
Jean looked from the scars over to Logan her gaze settling on his hands, nearly hidden underneath his armpits as he stood with his folded across his chest.
" Don't look at me like that Jean, I didn't touch him" Logan spat out his hands freeing themselves.
" Did I say anything? " Jean asked trying to cover up her silent accusation.
Xander watched the exchange from the bed confused.
" So what about our proposition young man, will you stay with us for awhile?" The professor asked trying to diffuse some of the tension in the bedroom.
Xander turned back to the old man and furrowed his brow in thought. Taking a deep breath and taking a last look around the room he bit his lip then muttered.
" If it's ok?" The professor responded with a grin and clapped his hands together.
" Of course it is, Jean could you supply our new young friend with some clothes and I shall see where we have space for him to stay. You probably wouldn't want Logan as a room mate."
The professor and Scott left the room together
" You'd be a small?" Jean asked enquiring about his clothes side and Xander nodded.
" I'll see what we can find for you" She shot a last look at Logan and left the room.
Xander looked across at Logan, he was curious about the looks shooting between the Doc and Wolf man.
" What was that about?" Xander asked swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and testing the strength in his legs before standing.
" Nothing" Logan shot back and Xander rolled his eyes and started for the bathroom. Stopping when he realized he didn't know where it was.
" Hey where's the bathroom?"
Logan extended a hairy arm and gestured to a door across the room there was a zing in the air and three metal claws appeared from within Logan's fist. Two of the shiny claws retracted while the third stayed pointed at the bathroom door.
Xander stared at the claws for as long as he could before the need to pee overtook him and he hurried to the bathroom. When he returned to the room Logan was gone but Jean and a pile of clothes sat on the bed.
" Thanks" Xander muttered as he picked through the pile selecting a pair of jeans, clean boxers and a plain black t-shirt. Lastly he snagged a dark sweater.
" How come Logan's got claws? " Xander asked as he pulled the clean t-shirt and sweater over his head.
" The claws are part of Logan's mutation, he also has an advanced healing system like yours" Jean explained.
" What's your mutation?"
" I can move things with my mind " Jean smiled and a clock next to the bed floated through the air and landed in her hand.
" Whoa cool!" Xander exclaimed mustering up some teenage enthusiasm and trying not to think of Willow and her levitating pencils.
There was silence in the room for a moment as a look of sadness passed across Xander's face. Jean pretended to ignore the look. Xander looked up at Jean holding the clothes tightly and then headed back towards the bathroom to change.
" I'll wait outside while you get dressed" Jean announced standing and Xander nodded in agreement.
Xander waited until Jean was gone before he threw on the clothes quickly. A quick glance around the room and he found a pair of boots inside the credenza opposite the bed. Doing the laces up loosely Xander took a last longing look at the soft bed before he opened the window and dropped out.
Sure staying in a mansion would be nice. But Xander had other things to do and number one on that list was to track down the medallion, even if it meant torturing Clive to get the information. In fact especially if it meant torturing Clive to get the information.
AN: ok so last time I led you on by making you believe the faster you reviewed the faster I would write. Now we know this is a fantasy how about I say if you review, I promise to get the next part out as soon as I can?