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.
