Auther: Magnus.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the concept of
mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own nothing. Poor me.

Across town Ethan Ryan was getting the living daylights beaten out
of his by his good old friend Ripper.

"Tell me how to stop the spell." The calm voice came from Giles, who
was cleaning his glasses like he didn't have a care in the world. He
did this with his foot pressed tightly against Ethan's throat.

"Well old boy, it is good to see that the watcher's haven't made you
soft." He spat out before being kicked viciously in the stomach so
hard that he could swear he tasted blood. "Tell me how to stop the
spell."

"Al...alright!" He coughed up. "The powers in the statue, just break
it and the spell will be ended." Without further prompting the
watcher walked over and grabbed the demi-god's likeness in his arms
before smashing it against the floor.

White light scattered in all directions when he did this. Giles
turned back to Ethan only to find him missing, "Bugger." He swore
under his breath before heading out to find the others.

The watcher and the scooby gang caught up to each other a few blocks
away.

Everything seemed to be back to normal, but they couldn't find
either Buffy or Xander. And both Willow and Angel were very worried
about them. Cordelia left them to head home having had enough
excitement for one night.

Despite their best efforts they couldn't find either Xander or their
wayward slayer. And it would be many days before they got any word
from them.

But three days after Halloween Giles got a call, "Buffy? Where the
bloody hell have you been? Is Xander there with you?" The frantic
watcher asked.

He didn't have to call the others because both Angel and Willow had
been sitting there with him at the time. Even Cor stepped in a few
times to ask about them.

"South America? How the hell did you get there?"