The One Who Sees
By Vinya

"I'm gonna do what any man would do about it. Something damn manly."
Xander to Larry

Chapter 4
Jonathan stood over one of the library tables as he flipped through his book- he had called it his book of shadows, a self written spell book with everything he thought important enough to save for future reference. He had also pointed out his book of mirrors, though hadn't gone into much detail about it.

"I know loads of divination spells," he said to the group, "But I've never been really good at them. There are simple things, like using a pendulum for yes or no answers, but I don't think that's going to be deep enough for your problem."

Everybody watched him, little tiny Jonathan, flip through his book of magic with ease. It was weird… this little guy had power in him that nobody had expected. Nobody had imagined. He had started in on the books, apparently, for the pictures… and gotten obsessed.

"I don't have much in here for beginners," he said slowly, as he reached the back of the book, "But I do have one. You're going to need somebody really old and powerful to do it though."

"What do you mean?" Giles questioned.

"Well," he replied, "You're not going to be able to get somebody brand new to just see the future- it doesn't work that way. Magick, real magick, needs mental dicipline. So you need to find somebody older, who has experience in these things."

"And he'll be able to see the future?" Buffy asked, happy for something to do about this dream she had had. "Like a movie?"

"Not this one," Jonathan explained, "You're trying to get details on Xanders life, right? So you get this guy, and you get Xander. It'll be kinda like a Vulcan mind meld. The guy goes into Xanders head, and will be able to, well, put the memories there. Then, when the spell is over, Xander will remember everything about the event that the first guy was focusing on."

"So… we need to know something about the future, an event, before he'll be able to remember it?"

"Yeah."

Buffy nodded her thanks to the younger boy, who quickly wrote out the spell and incantation for Willow. She seemed to find the whole idea of magick interstesing, and their conversation was getting more and more exciting as it wore on.

Once she had it, they all crowded around the paper. Buffy looked up to the others, "I think I know who we should get to do the spell."

Giles gave her a long look before glancing at Xander. "Are you sure, they hate each other quite a bit- I doubt it would work with such feelings between them."

Xander blinked. "No."

"Please Xander!"

"No."

"C'mon," Willow said, catching on, "He's older then any of us, and he knows a bit of magic. It's not like he's new to it, with the whole curse thing and all. He has power."

"Evil power."

"Xander- I know you don't like him, but I don't… if you could have seen yourself in the dream, you would agree. It's not a future I can let come true. That's the end of all facts. Please, let us call Angel on this."

Xander sighed. "You know," he said slowly, "My future is already crap- and I haven't even gotten there yet."

Two minutes later, at Angels Mansion, Angel hung up the phone with a small click. He wondered to himself just why he agreed to help Xander- the boy was annoying, there was no doubt about that. Useless in a fight, rude, and frankly not the smartest bird in the nest.

Not just that, but whenever he went near the boy his demon would go nuts. Usually he just wanted to kill people. Bite them, eat them, and finish them. Play around with their minds, and mess with their friends. But every once in a blue moon he would come across somebody that was truly…

Meant for it.

To be a Vampire.

Somebody who could be truly evil, if only given the chance. Xander was the push over to beat all, but the plain and simple fact was that he was repressing all his hatred. His anger. He never took out his emotions on anybody, which was why they all thought him powerless.

All he needed though, was a good reason to let it out.

…And if he could stop a new big bad from coming into play, then that was what he had to do.

To be Continued