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 peered at her intently, and could only be glad for whatever luck he was having tonight. Beautiful women seemed to be asking him out a lot lately, he wasn't against the new trend.
"I'd love too."
Eric's memories came into use once gain. Before, the dark haired teen danced...well like a crack fiend. But with the elder mutants knowledge he now knew the 'proper' way to dance.
"Do I know you?" He wondered aloud but then felt foolish for even asking. Of course he didn't. Who would he know in England? His mind asked with a scoff.
"Sorry, I don't think so. You just looked a bit lost in the middle of the dance floor," She informed him dryly, but her smile took a lot of the bite out of her words. "I'm Sara," She told him as he took her hand and lead her further onto the dance floor.
"Alexander."
Xander wasn't a vane man, but no means. Which was one of the reasons why he didn't go by 'Alexander' until he'd left Sunnydale. 'Xander' suited him just fine up until then.
It was a simple name, something that described him so well.
'Alexander' was just too bold a name, to strong. It was a general's name, a leader's name, not the name of poor white trash like himself. What little was left of Eric's consciousness scolded him for thinking like that.
Reminding him that he was a mutant, no matter how he'd come to be one. A God among insects, and that he shouldn't let those poor excuses of parents views taint who he thought of himself as.
The dark haired beauty in his arms smirked at him before saying, "Alexander? Well, isn't that a mouth full."
Being caught off guard he almost swallowed his tongue at her remark. But quickly covered it up with a coughing fit, which she only made worse be continuingly smirking down at his reaction.
Sara's hands came up the rub his back, in an attempt to help him get over his coughing fit. Or that's what it would appear to be, but the action was ruined when her left hand came around and pinched his ass.
"Hey! Watch the hands!" He jumped back away from his grabby dance partner.
Her laughter was like bells on silk, smooth and tingling, reaching down inside him and fondling his insides. All Xander could do now was turn beet red from her none too subtle moves.
Then something struck him, he knew her.
Not 'Sara', but the feel to her. Sensing bioelectrical energy was becoming almost like second nature to him now, he'd used it so much in the days that had followed leaving Sunnydale.
So he knew who she was, and couldn't have been more annoyed if she'd purposely poured water down his pants. "Emma! I'd thought groping underage teenagers was beneath you," He foamed.
At hearing her name, the White Queen's appearance became its nature form again.
Ms. Frost wasn't a metamorph, no. She was a telepath of the highest order. Which meant she could cloud the minds of others and make them see what she wanted them too. Like an illusionist.
He felt like a fool. Xander should have known the temptation to humiliate him just a little would be too great for Emma to let pass her by. He'd figured that out the first day they met.
She was after all, a very British version of Cordy.
Since her telepathy wasn't used to probe his mind, his mental walls hadn't been touched. He'd just seen what she wanted him too see. Or in fact, let her show him what she wanted too.
His ability to view bioelectrical energy was in no way mastered, despite what he'd first thought. The White Bishop had mastered magnetism only because of the memories of Magneto.
The teen's other abilities were still undefined, and more then likely it would take him years to control them even 1/10 as well as he could his control over metal.
"Oh come on, you just looked so lonesome just standing there. I just couldn't help myself." It wasn't an apology, no. She was gloating, Emma had promised herself she'd see the boy blush and she did indeed.
Xander grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit, "We've had enough 'fun' tonight, now you're going home and I'm going to my apartment and to sleep away this whole night."
Feeling awfully playful she allowed him to manhandle her in this manner, something that anyone else shy of close friends would find themselves mind blasted into the next century.
But he had firm, strong hands, and they were very warm against her cool skin. "Mmmmm, would it change anything if I said that you had a very nice bum?"
The only response she got was an angry scowl, and a deep growl. Which just sent her over the edge and into a fit of giggles. Emma Frost was every bit the Ice Princess when she wanted to be.
But she could also have her fun too. And tonight, she could think of nothing more fun then to annoy her young friend into a coma. Before they could reach the limo her hand struck out and once again, she got a nice handful of Xander's backside.
