Author: MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, it's Joss Whendon's baby as is Angel. I don't own Charmed or the concept of witches or demons, I'm pretty sure that belongs to the church. I just own this story but I don't have any money so sue someone else.

Breaking into the school after hours was surprisingly easy. No wonder so many monsters came here, they practically put up a sigh in front that said, "Come in, and kill the kids. We got plenty of em."

Walking down the deserted and dark hallways wasn't something new to Xander, many a Scooby meeting would go on into the night.

But he wasn't usually by himself.

"I had a feeling it was you." The voice out of the dark caused the young man to jump a whole foot in the air. And breathless from the scare he turned around to see Snyder staring at him.

But he wasn't in his customary cheap suit, and I'll be damned if he wasn't glaring at me either.

What he was doing however was even weirder. He was wearing honest to guy fur, like an over coat of it. And underneath that was a laced up brown leather tunic. And he was holding a staff, with a large bronze ball at the top.

Xander just gaped at him for a few moments, not really knowing what to say.

Sorry I broke into your school? Sorry I came to steal stuff? Sorry I interrupted your late night one man medieval festival?

But Snyder beat him to it, "I know why your here Xander." And he sounded so resigned. Almost sad. Not his normal one man crusade to bring Nazi Germany to the United State's school system.

"I, um, you see, I'm just..." Caught red handed, what more could he say?

Snyder just nodded with a very strange look on his face, "I know. I saw." It wasn't the words that struck Xander the most, it was how he said them.

He wasn't talking about seeing him break into the school. Looking around nervously, he wondered if it was possible now for him to sink into the earth? Cause 'that' would be a neat power to have right about now.

"Don't look so glum, after all if you hadn't fired at that girl she probably would have beaten you into a bloody stump."

And again it was time for Xander to stair on, mouth gaping open in shock. Snyder just kept staring at him, his dark blue eyes boring into Xander's own chocolate ones.

"Happy birthday."

"Happy wha? How did you know it was my..." This has got the be the single weirdest conversation since finding out Buffy killed monsters with splinters.

Chuckling as he walked over to the young man, Snyder went on. "Course I knew. I was there when you were born after all. You were such a tiny little guy, I was afraid to hold you. You were like a little doll" He answered wistfully.

"You...you were there when I was born?" Surprise didn't cover the young man's feelings right now.

He'd cruised past surprise when he put Faith in the hospital. Shock would be a better description of how he felt right now. Why in the name of all that is holy was Principal there when I was born? Let alone allowed to 'touch' me.

"18 is a big day in a man's life, especially for someone like you. I wanted you to know before today, I wanted to tell you but it wasn't safe..."Snyder was looking off wistfully again.

"I wanted to be there to watch you take your first steps, I wanted to teach you to ride your bicycle. To see you off on your first day of kindergarten. The things a father wants to see their only son do." And he looked so pained saying it. So heartbroken.

Any dispute Xander had was caught in his throat. Everything was white noise now, the only sound that he could make out was the pounding in his head.

And the feeling of his fingernails cutting into his palms because of how tightly his hands were bailed into fists.

"When I met you mother she hadn't been married to Tony very long. But already the bloom was off the rose, and he was drinking a lot." The look of compassion in Snyder's eyes was almost too much for him to handle.

"We were together just the one time, I was just passing through Sunnydale. And I didn't know she was pregnant until I came through headed towards Frisco. She looked so beautiful..."

Blood was freely pouring from Xander's wounded hands, not that he could feel that right now.

But Snyder hadn't noticed, he was too caught up in telling his tail. Too caught up to notice the danger he was in.

"I wanted to raise you myself, you, me, and your mother. One big happy family, but things were so hectic back then. I had other responsibilities." Finally he took notice of his 'son'.

Face ash white, blood dripping from his fist onto the white floor, and eyes glowing with rage and power.

"Is that what you have to tell me? You abandoned me and my mother because you had other responsibilities? What was so much more important? Where were you when she started drinking as badly as him?" Words as cold as the arctic.

"Where were you when he caught me playing with one of Willow's dumb Barbie's and he kicked he across the room? Where were you when my jaw was wired shut and I had to tell everyone I fell off my bike? WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?"

His voice was dry and harsh, and the look in his eyes said as plainly as a fifty foot billboard that he was about to loose his shit.

If what he said true, if SNYDER of all people was his father then he'd left him for 18 years at the mercy of a abusive drunk. One whose favorite pass time was informing his 'son' what a worthless no good pile of shit he was.

Or when he got really drunk and decided to smack him and his mom around.

Xander suffered countless beatings at the hands of a man who no mystery of his disgust for his only son. All the insults, and bruises he'd gone through because his real father had better things to do then raise a kid?

Snyder gave him a guarded look, but the way his left hand twitched around his staff made his nervousness obvious." It wasn't that what I was doing was more important then you Xander..."

"AHHHHH!" No explanation was demanded, he didn't care what that son of a bitch had to say. Xander just let loose those bolts of deadly lightening in his hands.

All he wanted was for Snyder to suffer as he'd suffer, to know what it was like to be helpless and scared. Know what it was like to scream and beg for mercy, but none was forthcoming.

But before the onrush of destructive power could reach him, Snyder tapped his staff against the linoleum floor and he vanishes in a flash of bright white light. Like a strobe light.

Only to appear behind Xander, were he waited patiently for his son to destroy half the lockers down the hall and a good bit of the cement wall.

Exhausted both from the emerging energies within him, and the emotional pain that seemed to never end tonight Xander finally slumped to the ground bonelessly and panting.

Snyder quickly bent down and encased him in a strong hug.

"What are you?" His voice was harsh in its breathlessness and tears freely ran down his cheeks.

"Awww, my dear boy. The correct question would be, what are 'we'."