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.

When finally at his hotel, Xander fell on the bed, his clothes still on.

The night had been long, interesting, and a bit fun, but still very long. Ms. Frost was friendly enough, how much of that was real and how much was her just messing with him, he didn't know. But that wasn't exactly a bad thing.

Shaw was a right bastard. The dark haired young man didn't need anymore info on the Black King to come to that decision.

He was an arrogant, oversexed, rich pig. Hell, just thinking about it made the teen feel bad for Tessa, having to put out for that pig at a moments notice. That is if she wanted to continue to stay in the Club.

She sure acted like a bitch, but he wasn't so sure that's what the blue haired young woman was at all.

But so far all he had on her was hearsay. No real information further then her status as Shaw's familiar. Harry was a nice enough guy, he reminded Xander a lot of Giles.

That is, the young mutant thought bitterly, before the watcher decided 'mutants' weren't people after all. His steely gaze, his untrustworthy stance. The English man had gone from a father figure to a possible enemy.

Just because Xander was different now.

It wasn't my fault, his mind raged! The blame fell solely on Ethan Raine's shoulders. He was a SOB that had done the spell to change everyone into their costumes. And for that, Giles hated the teen.

"RING. RING."

"Wha? Damn it Emma," He cursed before reaching for the phone next to his bed. "Hello?" The only answer it gave was a dial tone.

"RING. RING."

It was coming from his breast pocket. The one his girls had given him just before he left for the open road, or shy, whichever you chose between. The White Bishop had almost forgotten all about it.

It was, after all, only for emergencies.

"Hello?" Then he listened to the person on the other line. "Wha? Willow?" Sleep forgotten, the teen sat straight up from bed, his full attention now on the speaker. "Buffy? Where's Willow! She's...?"

No, this couldn't be happening. This just couldn't be happening.

When he'd left everyone was safe. All the scoobys, plus Ms. Calendar and Cordy were fine. No one should be hurt! This just couldn't be happening. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

With a gesture of his hand, the helmet flew through the air and landed atop his head with precision. His armor came next, and within moments he was fully dressed and ready for war.

Turning towards the window, Xander leaped through its open panes and took to the air. Like a jet plane, he raced across the sky, his destination, Sunnydale.

A cliffhanger, I know I'm evil.

Fin.