Author:
MagnusXXN
Disclaimer:
Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, its Joss Wheldon's baby as is
Angel. I don't own the X-men, or the concept of mutants, that's
Marvel's baby. I just own this story but I don't have any money so
sue someone else. I've changed some of the back-story of Buffy, but
I'll explain it along the way.
Xander moved through the crowd smoothly, ignoring pretty much everyone.
He wasn't there to mingle, wouldn't have been there are all if it weren't for Emma's insisting he be her date since the guy canceled on her. Not that the teen could fault him for it, socializing with strangers was uncomfortable.
And then there was the fact that he didn't know anyone in the room but Emma.
There was the Primer Ministers, businessmen, people of power all around. Blank eyes, fake smiles, they were there to get their pictures taken. Wanting to get their names in the paper for 'saving' the undesirables.
Not that they really gave a damn about them. Selfish, the whole lot of them. Ms. Frost cared, but only because she was still very worried about her own people. His people.
If humanity treated their own so poorly, what chance did mutant kind really stand? The war was coming; the dark haired teen could feel it in his very bones. Much as Eric did.
Magneto didn't want a war anymore then Xander did. But what other choice was there? Sit back like Xavier and hope that the people in power had evolved enough not to have them slaughtered?
Which was something the former Scooby just couldn't do, and he despised Charles Xavier for it. It just seemed too cowardly, to self-righteous. Play the part of the saint and watch the world burn down around you.
Xavier was too pampered, spent too much time at parties like this one. Smiling, laughing, pretending they were so much better then everyone else. That's what they thought was right no matter what.
The old man's dream of peace was a beautiful one, and Xander had to give him that. But it was just that, a dream. And the White Bishop had to live in the waking world where war was just around the corner.
Humanity wouldn't welcome them in with open arms, wouldn't shake hands with mutants and proclaim them their brothers and sisters, no. They'd hate them for existing.
They'd never learn, never change.
Whether they were shooting Indians, beating up Gypsies, hanging Blacks, or gassing Jews, it was plain to see that humanity would never learn from their mistakes. Mutants would just be the next people on their hit list.
Xavier had a dream of a better tomorrow, one in which all the people of this planet were brought together in love and peace. Xander had a more realistic view on life.
One day, maybe, their would have world peace. The world would no longer be divided by race, color, or the name they called god. One day there would be no war, no hate. One day.
Just not today.
Maybe a pre-emptive attack would be for the best, if you could call it an 'attack'.
The more he thought about it the more Xander liked Eric's idea. That there might be a way to change the world leaders into mutants. That would be the first step, and then all the world could be mutated.
It wouldn't change too much, people would still hate. And they would still be divided by things like color, but mutant kind would be safe. At least one people would not have to worry about their continuing existence.
In the long run it wouldn't save the world, but it was the first step to something better.
The dark haired teen was brought out of his musings by someone politely tapping him on the shoulder. When he turned, Xander got a good look at just who it was.
She had long dark hair, pulled back in a tight braid down her back, a very full figure, which he could make out easily through her gray silk dress, lips to die for. And a pair of the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.
"Would you like to dance?"
