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.

"Why is it such a problem for you to tell me where you've gone?" The
watcher demanded.

"Its not your concern. I'm not your slayer, what I do with my free
time is mine." The dark-haired youth shouted back coldly. After
seeing how very powerful Xander could be Giles asked that he patrol
with Buffy every night.

Of course he didn't have a problem with it. If Buffy was safer with
him there then who was he to say no? Not that Buffy was all too
happy with her new patrol partner.

She never got to kill any vampires or demons anymore. He'd simply
kill them before she had the chance to even raise her stake.

And with much arguing and whining Buffy got her watcher to have
Xander patrol on his own. She went one way and he went the other.
This was what the argument was about now.

"It's not too much to ask where you've been, or what you've seen now
is it?" Giles asked with a glare. He wanted the teen to explain in
detail all the demons he'd killed, and if any other supernatural
stuff happened around him.

Which Xander took much like Buffy had. He refused to spell out word
for word everything. For him it was enough to say, "Killed nine
vampires. Or I've killed a dozen yellow demons."

The slayer did the same, and he refused to be treated like he was
being. It was plain to him that Giles didn't trust him, and he'd
seen Angel more then once following him when he was patrolling.

The two of them were keeping their eyes on him, as if they were
waiting for him to do something wrong. He saw why they were acting
that way as well. Fear.

Fear of the unknown. Neither Angel nor Giles knew very much about
mutants. And they just couldn't trust someone with such power to do
the right thing. And this set Xander's nerves on edge.

It was the same irrational fear that Eric had seen all his life. And
he couldn't stand it. Neither Willow nor Buffy acted like that.
Neither did Jenny.

And he knew why, it was because they had power as well.

Buffy was the slayer; she was in her own right a mutant. Willow was
a witch; she was learning the first steps to magic. And Jenny was a
techno pagan; magic was her forte.

But Giles didn't do that anymore. And it wasn't that he couldn't
trust anyone with power. It was that he couldn't trust someone with
power that he couldn't understand.

Slaying and magic were normal to him. People being able to read
minds, or control metal weren't. It was just too much, the idea of
mutants among them.

Angel's problem was around the same thing. It wasn't that he
couldn't understand power; he couldn't understand that much power.
In his eyes Xander was just TOO powerful. He could do too many
things, and he had so few limits as well.

And like many arguments before the young man stormed out on Giles.
Refusing to explain his actions or tell the watcher where he was at,
at all times.

As soon as he was outside he took to the skies. And he flew higher
then anyone else ever had. Not just through the sky, but into space
itself. Something he'd kept to himself.

His shell of 'ultra-magnetism' protected him from the vacuum of
space, and he always kept enough air inside the shell so that
breathing wasn't a problem either.

The sight was breathtaking. He stood floating only a few meters away
from the Earth.

Beneath him was a giant blue ball. It was beautiful in it's self.
But he could also turn and look towards the moon. Through Eric's
memories he knew he couldn't reach it even with his powers.

But he could reach out with his hand and pretend. It was enough; it
was more then enough. How many people could saw they touched the
moon and stars?

It was here that he came to think. And it was there he finally knew
he could no longer stay in Sunnydale. It had only been a month since
the spell had taken effect, but to him it felt like ages.

He had to leave before he started hating Giles and the others.
Because Xander knew if he stayed that's what would happen. Maybe he
wouldn't hate the girls but he'd soon come to hate the watcher and
Angel.

As well as hate all the humans around him. He knew they'd hate and
fear him because of what he was, what he could do. And so he left
them to find people like himself, mutants.