Giles was startled as the doors to the library slammed open and
Xander walked in, "Xander, what is the meaning of…" He trailed off as
Xander's eyes locked with his own and Xander said in a voice thick
with something Giles couldn't really identify, "Giles, we need to
talk."
Giles nodded his head, and for the first time really looked at Xander
and what he saw shocked him mute. Xander looked, impossibly, as if he
had put on over 100 pounds of muscle. This was definitely not normal,
although normal for Sunnydale was a relative concept. What he did
notice was that the normal laughter and smiles he usually saw in the
boy's eyes was gone. In its place was something, old, and feral, and
angry, but also scared and it broke his heart to see it.
"What's happened Xander?"
"Last night Giles, the spell, it…had an after effect."
"What?" Giles shouted, "B-B-But that shouldn't have happened, th the
spell should have been broken when I broke the statue, and everything
should have returned to normal."
"Maybe," Xander said nervously, "but I'm here to tell you that it
didn't happen like that."
"All right Xander, sit down here," he told the boy as he moved
towards the table, "tell me everything you remember."
"There's not much to tell Giles," Xander said, and Giles looked at
him with no small amount of concern, that was the third time Xander
had called him by his proper name in as many minutes. This was a
clear testimony that something was definitely troubling the boy. "I
went home like everyone else did. When I got there I was so tired I
just collapsed into my bed and when I woke up this morning I was like
this.
Giles seethed inside as he realized that Ethan must have somehow done
something to Xander's costume to make the spell work differently for
him. But did he do it because he somehow knew that Xander knew Giles,
or was it just random chaos? Giles would have to be sure to ask his
friend the next time he saw him….while he was breaking the bones in
his body of course.
"It will be ok Xander; we'll fix this, somehow."
Xander shook his head, "I don't think so Giles, not this time.
Whatever that madman did to me, it's permanent, and I can feel it in
my Adamantium laced bones."
"Your what?" Giles asked in confusion, "What did you say?"
"Adamantium, Giles, it's on my bones, all of them. They're completely
laced with the stuff. The only thing keeping my blood replenished
with red blood cells since my bones can't do it anymore is my healing
factor." Xander said, "Just like Wolverine." was the bitter final
comment.
"Xander," Giles began, compassion filling his voice, "I think you
should tell me exactly what this character was that you dressed up as
last night. Perhaps understanding him I can understand what's
happened to you."
Xander nodded his head, "Ok Giles it's like this. I dressed up as
Wolverine, a comic book character from Marvel Comics and part of the
X-men. They're a band of mutants all brought together by a man named
Charles Xavier. He's a mutant to, specializing in telepathy. It's
really interesting the variety of characters in the comic if you've
ever read it…"
"Xander." Giles said softly, yet firmly, "perhaps we could keep on
topic?"
"Oh yeah, sorry Giles I'm just still getting used to this is all."
"It's quite all right my boy, just go on."
"Ok Giles, anyway, Wolverine, or Logan that's his real name,
Wolverine is his codename, is a mutant. Specifically his mutation is
that his healing is accelerated. He was born with, and this is
straight from the books, a Para human, super-efficent, healing
factor, that can deal with any illness, or wound, or poison. Makes
him way stronger than normal. Makes his senses keener than any
animal's. In addition to his senses his bones are laced with a metal
called Adamantium. It's an unbreakable metal that cannot be cut,
melted, or damaged by normal means. It makes his bones virtually
unbreakable, also means that he weighs damn near 500 pounds." Giles
raised his eyebrows at this information but signaled Xander to
continue, saving his questions for when the explanation was
finished. "Finally," Xander continued, "he has claws, six of them
extending from bionic housings implanted in his forearms. Made of
pure Adamantium and honed so sharp they'll cut through anything.
Giles I've got them all, the healing, the senses, and the metal on my
bones and the claws, all of it."
As Giles listened to Xander tell his story he could tell the boy was
getting more and more excited and more and more scared. If what
Xander said was true there was reason to fear. There might be no way
to remove the metal from his bones without killing him and they'd
have to do that in addition to reversing the rest of the process that
was done to him, otherwise he'd die in a matter of weeks if his bones
were really not producing new red blood cells. A though entered Giles
mind and he asked, "Xander these claws, are you sure you still have
them?"
In answer there was a Snikt sound and suddenly Xander was holding up
both hands, each with three claws sticking out of them between the
first knuckle of each of his four fingers. Giles removed his glasses
and quickly began to polish them in earnest before returning them to
his head. Gently he reached for Xander's hand, indicating with a nod
that he wanted to examine them more closely. Xander complied and
allowed the man he respected most in the world a chance to examine
his new freakdom. He so hoped Giles wouldn't freak out and order him
from the library. That was one thing he couldn't stand the thought
of, rejection.
Xander of course didn't need to worry; scorn was the furthest thing
from the Englishman's mind. Closely he looked at the metal. Studying
it like it was the rarest thing on earth. When he thought about it,
it was, no where else in the known universe did this metal exist
other than inside the body of a boy, no, he corrected himself, young
man, that he thought of as one of his children. That fact alone would
put Xander in grave danger, from both enemies and those that called
themselves friends'. The Council itself would jump at the
opportunity to get a sample of this metal if what Xander said of its
properties was true. They wouldn't care if Xander was hurt in the
process, it would be for a "good cause". Giles vowed to himself then
and there that no matter what happened, the Council would never hear
of this.
Of course any government in the world would be the same way. Of
course right now the chance of exposure to foreign governments was
remote, but it was a circumstance that they should definitely not
ignore. Xander's safety was dependent upon them remembering there
things and staying ahead of them.
Giles looked where the blades erupted from Xander's hands and asked,
carefully, "Xander, when these, claws' come out, does it hurt?"
When Xander didn't answer immediately and instead slid the blades
back into his hands Giles looked up at him after he watched in shock
as the wounds in Xander's hands closed in mere seconds. Xander met
his eye as he calmly said, "Every time."
"I see." said the librarian, and he decided to change the subject
quickly, "You said it cannot be destroyed?"
"Well that's not entirely true it's not impossible just damn hard.
This stuff is stronger than Titanium Giles." Xander said, "It can be
damaged, just not by any conventional means. Wolverine took shots
from some of the toughest people in the universe and they weren't
able to damage it. In our world terms I figure you put it next to a
nuclear bomb, or expose it to enough heat and it might melt, but then
I'd be vaporized so I probably wouldn't care at that point if I had
droopy claws."
The tone of his voice forced Giles to look up at the young man again
and he was relieved to see a slight grin on his face. At least he
still has his sense of humor. Giles returned the smile and said, "You
indicated that these will cut through anything' I believe was your
statement."
"Yup," Xander said proudly, "if you want, maybe we can head down to
the Sunnydale junkyard and I can give you a demonstration of what
these babies can do."
"That would be an excellent idea Xander, but for now, is there
anything else I should know?"
"Oh yeah Giles I'm just getting started," for the next hour Xander
explained to Giles in great detail everything that he could remember
that wasn't his memories. He demonstrated some of the more complex
form of martial arts he now knew like he was born to them, including
a fairly difficult sword kata that he said Logan had learned probably
before Giles had been born.
That was nothing compared to the knowledge in languages, dialects,
customs, and traditions he knew from all over the world in general
and the Orient specifically. When asked Xander explained, "its pretty
well commonly believed that Logan is MUCH older than he appears or
anyone believes. How old he is isn't know because he lost a lot of
his memory when the government put the Adamantium in his body. But if
he is as old as most people think, and if he's always had the
wandering spirit in him it makes sense he's been a lot of places and
learned a lot of stuff."
Giles couldn't argue with the logic of that statement.
Finally it was coming to time for the girls to arrive. Xander was
sure that Buffy and Willow would be in any minute for the research
that Giles said he wanted done because of last night. Xander was
saddened that he couldn't stand the thought of seeing them right now.
He couldn't even work up the energy to tease Giles, it just didn't
appeal to him like it used to. Hopefully that would change in the
near future but for now he was looking for a lot of help, and
understanding from Giles and a huge favor, making fun of the man in
that situation just didn't feel right.
"Ok, look Giles, I need to go. I've got some things to do, and I
don't want to be here when the girls get here."
"Why ever not?" Giles asked, "They're certain to be worried about you
when you aren't here."
"I know, Giles, I know. I just can't see them right now. I need
something first." He looked at the older man and his eyes spoke
perfectly and instantly the older man knew what he wanted. "You want
me to break the news to them, don't you?"
"Only in the save me from the sympathy brigade kind of way. Dealing
with Buffy wanting to go Slayer kill crazy on something and an
unending dose of Willow-babble is just not something I'm up to right
now."
"I understand how you feel, but how do you think they will feel when
they find out that you didn't want to face them? Don't you think
they'll be hurt?"
Xander thought about that and said, "Maybe Giles, maybe." He thought
about it for a second and said, "Fine, don't tell them anything, I'll
tell them myself, here but later, much later. Tell them I was here
and that you sent me on an errand or something. Hopefully that will
keep them from worrying too much about me."
Giles realized that was as good as he was going to get and
said, "Fine Xander, I will do as you ask, but if I may, what will you
be doing until that time?"
"I've got some errands to run for real Giles, some things to do, and
people to see." Suddenly his head snapped towards the library doors
and the teen leapt out of his chair and over the railing and beat
feet out the rear of the library, just as the doors opened and Willow
and Buffy came through them.
"Hey there Giles, how ya doin?" Buffy asked in her best blonde voice,
it was a sure fire indicator to the Watcher that she was up to
something. He pulled off his glasses and began polishing them, trying
to cover his shock at the incredible prowess Xander had just
demonstrated and he said, "I'm well Buffy, and yourself?"
"Peachy with a side of keen." She paused for a moment as she ran her
fingers over the counter and finally said, "So, I was wondering,
since its Saturday and all, if we might be able to skip research and
training today?"
Giles looked at Willow and said, "A boy?"
The redhead started to blush slightly and said, "A sale."
"Ah well in that case since it's so important…" Xander was smiling to
himself as he finally got out of range to hear the Watcher's
exasperated answer.
Xander had been telling the truth when he said he had things to do.
His first stop was the bank where he quickly transferred some money
out his savings account. He was in serious need of a new wardrobe and
fast. There was over 4000 dollars in his account, savings for a road
trip he'd been planning for years but now he figured some of the
money could go to a better cause. He was sure it was some left over
of Logan's personality but his normal clothing just wasn't going to
get it for him anymore. Of course Logan's preferred flannel shirts
and leather or denim jackets weren't going to work for him either.
California was most certainly not the Yukon. So he'd have to
compromise. Logan's sensibilities but his knowledge of the climate.
So after getting his money moved out of the savings and into his
checking with an expertly forged parental signature he headed for the
mall, wallet and credit card in hand.
Several hours later found Xander leaving the mall with several bags
filled with clothes. Normally he wouldn't go so hog wild with the
wardrobe but he realized that with his new abilities he was most
certainly going to be getting into a lot more scraps and fights, and
while his body would heal, his clothes wouldn't, so he was going to
need plenty of clothes to make for whatever got ruined. Tough denim
jeans and t-shirts of carrying colors was the order of the day. In
addition to hunting clothes he also restocked his school wardrobe. He
was feeling more grown up, without a doubt Logan's influences still
echoing in his mind and just didn't feel the loud shirts were him
anymore. He's keep the clothes as baggy as reasonable, hoping to cash
in on some of the Sunnydale blindness to keep the number of people
that noticed the new him to a minimum. Some hair ties that he found
worked in allowing him to pull his hair down into an oh so
fashionable' pony tale would hopefully further that goal along.
Finally his new wardrobe consisted of quite a few workout clothes.
He was in good shape no doubt but he knew now with Logan's memories
that he was only in that great a shape because he exercised. Xander
was going to start an exercise regimen if he was going to keep his
physique at its peak.
He checked his watch and realized that if Mickey wasn't lying to him
it was time to go back to the library and face the music. He decided
that walking with arms filled with bags of clothes wasn't a bright
move and so he hailed a cab and had it drop him off near the library.
Xander headed back in the same back entrance he left through and set
his many bags aside and slowly crept up to see what was going on. He
saw Buffy and Willow reading some of Giles' books, and the Englishman
himself was sitting at the counter while Mrs. Calendar tried to
explain something or other she had up on the computer screen. Giles
was looking typically flummoxed when it came to the computer and
Xander couldn't help but chuckle as he could hear the poor man
sputtering at some innuendo the attractive computer teacher had made
towards him. The lady was going to be good for Giles, Xander thought.
Xander then turned his attention back to "his" girls. Usually seeing
Buffy and Willow together was enough to get his hormones stirring,
especially Buffy, when she wore one of those skirts like she was
wearing now. This time however it wasn't happening, no he was to busy
staring in wonder at his oldest, and dearest friend.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered Logan's preference
for redheads, particularly fiery spirited redheads, which Willow had
certainly shown herself to be, especially when she had been
beating "Malcolm" with that fire extinguisher. So he knew it was
Logan's influence that was driving his attraction for his closest
friend. Of course he could also almost hear Logan's voice asking him
why it took a possession for him to realize how beautiful the hacker
was, and how crazy she was about him.
Sure he had acknowledged last year when he was possessed by the Hyena
that he knew Willow was holding a candle for him but he did so in a
condescending way, and he had used it to hurt Willow. After he had
been de-possessed he had locked her feelings away to the back of his
mind again.
Now he shook the thoughts from his head, plenty of time for that
later. He'd figure something out right at this moment. Buffy was
unattainable for him, his new pragmatism bringing that fact to
startling clarity. But just because he wasn't going to get Buffy
didn't mean he had to be lonely, or alone. There was someone in his
life right now that he'd always known he loved, he'd just never let
himself see it, until now. Of course the last thing he wanted to do
was approach Willow so soon with an offer at a relationship. Which he
realized was exactly what he wanted. Reviewing their relationship in
his mind, paying close attention especially to the last year since
they'd known Buffy he had treated her at times quite badly. He
remembered now what had happened the night Buffy came back after
summer break, he was ready to KISS Willow, and then he didn't because
Buffy was back in town. He also remembered the night of "the dance"
as he angrily remembered it. Willow had tried so hard to get him back
in that mood, but all he could think about was the blonde Slayer he's
been holding a candle for since he'd first seen her.
He sighed deeply and thought that of all the problems this change'
of his was going to create in his life, being able to see the truth
of his feelings for both girls was definitely not one of them. He
had a lot to make up for and he needed to do that first, but after
that he was going to make a play for Willow and just hope he hadn't
missed his shot. Oh no, he thought with a trace of bitterness,
Adamantium claws, healing factor, berserker rage, and I'm in love
with my best friend, who I've treated like trash, my life's not
complicated in the least. From somewhere deep in his mind he heard
that little voice of his chuckle with no small amount of sarcasm.
He took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the stacks, "Hey
folks, did you miss me?"
"Xander!" Willow shouted happily, and she started to move towards
him. Buffy however was much more aware that something was different
and tried to stop Willow, "Willow wait."
The redhead stopped in confusion and asked, "What's wrong Buffy, it's
just Xander."
"No, it isn't," Buffy said, edging towards the weapons cabinet.
"No, she's right, it isn't." Xander said as he stepped out of the
shadows and into the light that was filtering the windows. He easily
heard the three gasps from the women in the room and looked over at
Giles, "Giles, a little help here?" his voice imploring, he couldn't
stand the looks of fear and distrust he saw in both their eyes.
"Buffy stop this at once."
"But Giles?" The blonde seemed to almost whine.
"No, I am aware of what your concerns for Xander might be and I can
assure you that nothing bad has really happened to him. I've already
talked with him about it and he is here to explain it to the rest of
you. I ask that you calm down and allow him to explain before you do
anything rash."
Buffy thought about her Watcher's words, and about the subject of
their discussion. This was her Xander-shaped friend, but something
was wrong. She could feel him on her Slaydar and she didn't like the
feeling. It was the feeling that someone else was on her turf and she
wanted to fight whoever it was off. She knew instinctively that
Xander was the one she felt but she didn't know why and that
confusion only added to her anxiety, her whole world was being thrown
off center. Finally she nodded and slowly, almost painfully forced
herself to sit down at the table. Willow quickly joined and soon so
did Giles and Mrs. Calendar. The teacher for her part smiled in no
small amount of appreciation at Xander and his new look and build and
Xander could almost smell an aroma of jealousy coming off of Willow,
just as he could smell the attraction coming from the teacher. He
smiled slightly, before sobering quickly. He looked at his friends
and said, "Ok, I told Giles this already but this is the second go
around. Last nights spell had a little more lasting effect on me than
it did everyone else."
"Oh no," he heard Willow say, and she already had tears rimming her
eyes. Xander reached out and took her hand and said, "It's ok Willow,
see, last night after I went home…"
