Author: ArchSolari

Disclaimer: I own nothing that has anything to do with BTVS or X-
Men, 'cause let's face it: if I did, I'd be RICH

Xander is almost killed sometime in season four. The Initiative takes
possession of his body and turns him into the perfect weapon for
battling the X-men.

A/N: This is the first fic I've had the balls to post. Be Gentle.
Also, starts out 'Evil' Xander but that will change.

Rating: R for Violence and Language. (May go to NC-17 in the future.)

Prologue
"Gentlemen," A woman in a lab coat with short blonde hair
said, her voice demanding attention. "I present to you, the perfect
weapon." The woman stood at the head of a long table, every seat
filled was filled with a man in some military uniform. The woman
stood behind a podium, and beside her was a young man. Behind them
both was a projector screen that remained blank for the moment.
"I am sorry, Mrs.…" One of them men said, an Army General by
his uniform.
"Doctor," The woman corrected.
"My apologies, Doctor Walsh, but we have heard this all
before, at least three other people have come before us, saying
those exact same words, The solution to the mutant menace'. They
all proved a failure at best, a catastrophe at worst. Frankly I am
skeptical," The general said.
"I completely understand your reluctance General, however; I
ask the benefit of the doubt."
"Very well, explain you're Perfect Weapon' to us, Doctor
Walsh," The general said.
"Well," The Doctor began, clicking her thumb on the slide
sorter in her hand, a slide popped up. The slide contained a blank
human body on one side; in the top left corner was a list of topics,
and on the right a picture of what appeared to be an artificial
bug. "We adapted, and improved upon, these nanites, originally
designed two years ago by an unimportant scientist."
"Unimportant? What was this scientist's name?" The General
asked.
"Bruce Banner," The woman said which caused an immediate
effect. She grew angry and slammed her fist on the podium, "You
promised to hear me out, and that's exactly what you are going to
do."
"Alright," the general said, his tone, however; showed that
he would no longer be listening.
"Okay, using these nanites, we have been able to recreate an
accelerated healing process, that is on par with the X-Men's'
Logan, AKA Wolverine. Also, in addition to this, we have been able
to refine and lighten the metal Adamantium and graft it to his
bones. The result of this is a faster more agile specimen, with the
nearly indestructible skeletal system of previous experiments.
Instead of the claws the previous specimen was equipped with, a
single twelve inch blade, two inches in width, is housed in both the
specimen's forearms. With the proper exertion of muscles, the blade
exits the forearm at the top of the wrist," Walsh finished.
"Wonderful, you have created a bigger and better Weapon X, and
look how well that turned out," A different general said.
"That is not all; that is hardly all." The professor said.
She clicked the button again, this time the non-descript human
appeared; only this time to is other side was a human that was
completely black and vaguely metallic.
"In addition to an Adamantium skeleton, the specimen has the
ability to change it's epidermis from flesh to the same metal
grafted to his skeleton," The doctor said.
"What! That's impossible!" The general said.
"Not only is it possible, but it has been done, and the
metal counterpart retains the flexibility of the flesh."
"How," The first general asked, intrigued now.
"I will not bore you with details, suffice to say that the
nanites that course through his system will release a compound when
they come in contact with a specific electrical impulse that travels
from the brain, this compound causes a reaction when it comes in
contact with the epithelium of the outer epidermis. Because of the
formation, the metal becomes like a microscopic mail, completely
retaining its flexibility. In addition to near invulnerability, the
Adamantium skin gives off a negative polarity that completely
nullifies any outside electrical charge," Walsh said.
"So he's immune to lightening?" The general asked a gleam in
his eyes.
"Yes, I thought it prudent to include that particular
defensive measure given the files on one of the primary targets,"
Walsh said.
"I am impressed so far Walsh, continue" The general said.
"Well, in addition to the Adamantium grafted to his
skeleton, we have shielded the inside of the specimen's skull with
an alloy discovered in use by the mutant known as Magneto. It is
believed that this alloy, which was used to construct the mutant's
helmet, is able to block the abilities of the mutant Charles
Xavier." Walsh concluded.
"Very good, Doctor Walsh," The general said. "But how were
you able to create this shield inside the skull?"
"This was possible with the use of the nanites, General,
they make all this possible," she said, pride in her voice, "We
merely injected the alloy, in liquid form, into the specimen's blood
stream. The nanites collected the alloy and were able to build the
shield inside the skull with minimal cerebral damage."
"Also, using technology I have pioneered, I have increased
the specimen's strength, speed and agility ten-fold. The strength of
the specimen, when used in conjunction with the metal grafting,
produces an overwhelmingly powerful force." Walsh said.
"Doctor Walsh, in the past we have had nearly perfect
weapons before that went AWOL and were unable to comply with some
orders, how can you ensure that this will not be a problem?" The
general asked, extremely interested now.
"We have implanted microchips in the specimen's cerebral
cortex, hypothalamus, and thalamus, which can completely alter the
electric currents that cause the brain to function, effectively
hardwiring our will into the specimen's brain," Walsh said.
"Doctor Walsh, how could you convince any person to
volunteer for this experiment?" The general asked.
"Well, the young man was attacked and nearly killed in his
home town, where upon my associates and I were able to retrieve him
and keep the boy alive. He was reduced to a catatonic state from the
attack. His only listed next of kin were his parents, an Anthony and
Jessica Harris. We made contact with Anthony Harris and explained
the situation. He readily agreed to donate his son's body to the
betterment of humankind. His exact words were If it will get rid of
those Muties, we're all for it. Because of the top secret nature of
this experiment, we believed it best to let those in association
with the boy believe him dead." Walsh said. The reaction from the
room ranged from indifferent to outrage at the doctor's methods.
"Well, Doctor, this sounds far too good to be true what, as
they say, is the downside?" The first general asked.
"The cost, General, as usual. This particular specimen cost
the government 2.4 million dollars to produce," Walsh said. The
general frowned at this news, "However, his particular design is a
special case, since he is a prototype and I was forced to purchase
certain technologies, for every subsequent soldier I estimate the
cost at much less. I also would point out that you would need very
few of these, a squad, perhaps. Six of these superior soldiers would
completely decimate any force before them. They are virtually
indestructible, they cannot second guess orders, and are equally
effective against human targets, mutant targets and super natural
targets."
"Ah yes, I was wondering when we would come to that,
these Hostile Sub-Terrestrials', I am doubtful about their
existence."
"Believe me general, they exist. In fact, the physiological
enhancements I have made to Alexander here come directly from
experiments with HSTs."
"Well, that is not my concern. How you're boy performs is
what I am concerned with," the general smiled. Doctor Walsh smiled
back; something almost resembling pride adorned her face.
"I believe that Alexander will not only pass any test you
place before him, but do so with ease." Walsh allowed the smile to
shift a challenging smirk.

Alexander stood alone in the center of a large white room. Its
dimensions were a perfect cube, which had a single window high above
through which Dr. Walsh and the General now gazed down upon him.
"Words of caution, general, do not send anything you do not
want destroyed into that room." Walsh said from beside him.
"A bit over confident in your little experiment are you?"
The general asked.
"Not at all, General Ross, not at all." Walsh said.
Meanwhile, Alexander waited in the middle of the room. His
orders were simple: destroy whatever entered the room. Doors on
every side of him opened. Men with guns rushed into the room, taking
positions surrounding him, Alexander waited while they set up and
trained their weapons on him. He heard the faint click of the safety
on a gun being flicked off. Accepting that as his signal to begin,
he sent the mental command that would release the compound to
activate his armor. Almost instantly his skin turned a stealthy
black, as the armor covered his body, leaving only his eyes
vulnerable.
The armor finished its reaction just as the first bullet
struck him, center mass. The bullet bounce harmlessly off his
Adamantium skin, ricocheting back into the wall to Alexander's left.
He leapt forward, as the bullets peppered his armored body. His
right hand lifted the man in front of him, as the blade in his left
forearm extended, the armor Adamantium parted to allow the blade to
exit. Alexander's left arm surged forward and the blade pierced
into the soldier's stomach, exiting his back. The Kevlar that was
supposed to protect him had been shredded like paper as the
Adamantium blade cut through it. He pulled his arm back, and blood
welled from the wound, spraying its red mess all over Alexander.
Alexander tossed the man absently into the group of soldiers to his
right, causing them to fall like pins hit by a bowling ball.
The nearest soldier rushed at him, firing rounds as he
closed the distance between them. The artificially enhanced human
grabbed the barrel of the gun when the man was in range. He yanked
the weapon from the soldier's hands, spinning it in a single motion.
The barrel of the rifle was thrust through the man's throat, exiting
through the back of the soldier's neck. He aimed over the
unfortunate soldier's shoulder and fired a burst into the face of
the soldier behind him. Without turning, his left hand stretched out
behind him, the retractable blade piercing the eye of the soldier
who had attempted to sneak up behind him. He released the gun and
retracted the arm blade at the same time. The soldier who was held
up by the gun fell to the ground as the blood squirted from his
throat. The other soldier fell to the ground instantly dead. The
remaining soldiers began to flee out the doors they had entered
through, Alexander merely stood at attention, his blood-soaked hands
behind his back.
"Does he meet your satisfaction, General Ross?" Walsh asked
in a coy tone.
"Almost, Doctor, there is another test for him, that was
merely the warm-up round." Ross said.
A door to Alexander's left opened, revealing a giant red and
purple robot. It took a single step into the testing room, and
glared down at Alexander.
"Target Identified: Terminate." It intoned. Its palm raised,
a hole opened in it. From the palm fired a brilliant bombardment of
red balls, landing at Alexander's position. As the light show ended,
and the smoke began to clear, the shadowy outline of a single man
stood in the center, unscathed. The figure leapt into action,
shooting out of the smoke. Faster than the robot's sensors could
track, Alexander closed the distance between himself and the
machine. Both blades extended simultaneously, He rolled between the
giant robot's legs, coming to his feet behind it, bringing his arms
together in a scissor like movement he sheared the machine's left
leg in half. Unable to maintain its balance, the machine dropped to
the training room floor. Alexander leapt onto the right side of the
robot's head; he crouched down, and slammed his whole arm, blade
first, into the robot's eye. Alexander pulled his arm out, and
jumped off the head of the Sentinel, flipping in mid air. Landing
perfectly, he once against stood at attention as the head of the
Sentinel exploded behind him.
"Well, are you sold?" Walsh asked after a moment.
"Well that depends, does he come with a money back
guarantee?" Ross asked.
"No, but we do offer a lifetime free oil change," Walsh
said, a victorious grin crossing her lips.

Chapter One
"I present to you, the perfect answer to the problems that have been
plaguing us for so long, gentlemen," General Ross said. He smiled
grimly at the three men standing in front of him, his hand falling
on the young man's shoulder. Alexander remained at attention as the
general spoke; he was now outfitted with a black visor. Ross had
ordered him to wear it at all times, as it not only protected his
vulnerable eyes from attack but the computerized interface would
filter out any of the blinding powers possessed by a target mutant.
"We are eagerly anticipating his first field trial,
General," one of the men said, an icy smile on his lips.
"Well, you may not need to wait long, gentlemen," Walsh's
voice interrupted the meeting, "The nemesis of the X-Men,
Juggernaut, has been spotted in Canada. It is believed that the X-
men will show up shortly, and I advise sending Alexander to meet
him."
"I agree, Doctor Walsh, this will be a perfect test for
Alexander. In the past, if my intelligence on the subject can be
trusted, it has required a combine effort of the X-Men to disable
this enemy of theirs. If Alexander can handle him alone, it will
leave few doubts of his ability to dispose of these hated Mutants,"
The man who had been speaking with the general said.
"I would ask, Sir, we be allowed to capture
this Unstoppable Force'. It would be instrumental to further
research and experimentation due to the mystical origin of his
abilities," Walsh said.
"Very well," The man said.
"And I would ask Alexander not engage the X-men at this
time," The general said, getting looks thrown in his
direction, "against the Juggernaut alone he should be able to
prevail, but against both the Juggernaut and the X-Men at the same
time, I think would be an unneeded risk. Also, should we choose
later this non-invasive maneuver on our part now could lead to an
insertion of Alexander to the ranks of the X-men. This would grant
us access not only to more information on the X-men, but also any
other mutant threat they have come across," Ross said at length.
"I agree, General" the man said, "You have you're orders,
soldier, make us proud." Alexander made no move to acknowledge what
the man said, with the exception of the slightest inclination of his
head.
The general lead Alexander away from the group, because of
the nature of his soldier; very little equipment was needed for
Alexander to perform at his optimal level. When the boy was brought
before him for the first time, Ross had been skeptical of his
abilities. For the last five months he had been training and testing
the experimental enhanced soldier. He passed every test, with the
exception of one. A lucky shot, in one of Alexander's tests put a
bullet directly into the young man's left eye. Due to the nature of
his metallic skeleton, the bullet ricocheted inside the boy's skull
doing far more extensive damage. Thankfully, the nanites work
independently, not only to keep the boy's life signs functional, but
also to repair all the damage cause by the bullet in less than
fifteen minutes. At that time, the general researched the visor the
boy now wore. The designers had claimed the material the visor was
made from would take up to a .50 caliber round. The general himself
had fired several shots from his .45 caliber sidearm to test the
material, and it performed as advertised.
A welcome, but unexpected, addition to this was the bright light
filter, which caused the boy to be immune to blinding measures
implied by some mutants, like Dazzler and Jubilee of the X-men. This
was of course tested, and the subject showed no adverse affects from
the dozens of flash bang grenades that went off directly in front of
him.
The general and Alexander walked side-by-side to the waiting
Blackhawk. Inside the general was extremely pleased with the
reaction time of his team. With only fifteen minutes warning the
team that would accompany Alexander was briefed and prepped. They
were already awaiting the general's arrival when he came to a stop
in front of the helicopter. The leader of the team, a Lt. Roberts,
stood by the chopper, a large manila folder in his hand.
"General, all the information we have on the target," Roberts said.
"Very good, Lieutenant, I trust you can brief yourself and form a
strategy while in route, Alexander?" The general said, as he handed
the folder, unopened; to Alexander.
"Yes sir," the young man said crisply, as he took the folder.
"The target will be crossing the border into New York at Niagara in
one hour, in ninety minutes I want you on your way back here, target
on board, understood soldier?" the general asked.
"Sir, yes sir," The enhanced soldier affirmed.
"Good, get going," The general said, turning to walk away.

The Unstoppable Juggernaut has crossed the US/Canada border at 1630
hours, at Niagara. The X-men were waiting for him when he did. The
battle was like the dozen or so other battles the X-men and
Juggernaut had fought in the past. The X-men tried desperately to
remove the mystical helmet that gave the Juggernaut his power. The
Juggernaut, for his part, was happy to merely bat them away as he
always did, hoping that one might fall to his or her doom, or maybe
break his or her neck on some form of debris. Truly, he was too
stupid to realize he could kill them all rather easily if he just
tried a little harder.
All this, however, changed when the X-man known as Iceman was kicked
particularly hard over the edge of the waterfalls. In her anger
Rogue, Iceman's girlfriend, latched onto one of the bare arms of the
Juggernaut, her bare hand touching his skin. As she drained his life
force, the Juggernaut began to grow weak. He flailed his arms,
trying to dislodge the offending mutant. Due to the origin of his
powers, Rogue was unable to mimic them and on one particularly
frenzied swing she was launched far over the waterfalls.
Thankfully for them both, Iceman had regained control of his fall
and created an ice sled which he was riding back to the fight as he
saw Rogue flying over his head. He launched himself after her,
saving her last minute in typical X-men fashion. Unable to drain
Juggernaut's powers did not keep her from taking his personality in,
however. In her anger-educed insanity, she began to beat on Iceman,
before her hand slapped onto his bare face. They both went crashing
to the ground as Iceman lost control of his sled, they were only a
few feet over the ground and received no serious wounds, but Iceman
was unconscious from contact with Rogue's draining ability. Rogue for
her part, now clear minded was distraught over the form of her
boyfriend.
Cyclops and Storm, two of the more well-known members of the X-men
blasted away at Juggernaut with their powers, while Colossus and
Wolverine did their best to distract the behemoth. Colossus' steel
skin protected him from most of the blow that caught him completely
unaware. However the force of the blow was enough to knock him off
his feet, and launch him directly into Cyclops, who was firing a
beam of red solar energy from his eyes. As he saw Colossus' approach
he turned the beam off to avoid friendly fire. It occurred to him, a
moment too late, that Colossus' trajectory put him right in the away.
Cyclops had just sent the command for his leg muscles to drop as
Colossus smacked into him, forcing both of them to continue to a few
feet away.
Wolverine had used the momentary distraction of the huge bolt of
lightning that struck The Juggernaut, stunning him, to leap onto the
much bigger mutant's back. As he climbed up, ready to strike the
helmet off and finish this battle, Storm noticed him too late, the
second bolt she had called to increase the length of Juggernaut's
stunned stupor was attracted instead to the claw protruding from
Wolverine's vertically extended hand. The lightning washed over
Logan's body, before leaping to the Juggernaut. The reversed
magnetic field that formed from the jump between the metal of
Logan's skeleton and the armor the Juggernaut wore forced the two
apart. The results were spectacular. The Juggernaut fell to his
knees from the force. Wolverine however, was not so lucky. The stocky
mutant was forced back, launched a hundred yards away and over the
cliff. Down he fell, impacting with the water and rocks at the
bottom of the falls.
Juggernaut stood slowly, shaking off his stupor. He glared down at
Storm, the only X-man remaining to face him. He walked towards her
menacingly.
"Now you die, Weather Witch," Juggernaut said. His huge beefy hand
caught her around the throat as he lifted her far off the ground.
The black woman's hands wrapped around the hand that was choking the
life from her, She called the earth to her assistance, wind rushed
around them. The wind however, was no problem for the huge
Juggernaut; he just leaned into it, his hand tightening around the X-
man's throat. The wind ripped at the Witch's white hair, causing it
to lash back and forth. Slowly, as the woman's eyes began to roll
back, the winds died until her hair lay strewn about the witches
face and the Juggernaut's hand. Suddenly the wind picked back up
again, startled by the wind and the sudden noise that caught his
ear, Juggernaut looked up. Caught up in his apparent victory, somehow he had not heard the giant Blackhawk helicopter that now hovered
over him. From the chopper a single man, covered from head to toe in
black dropped down onto the Juggernaut.
The Unstoppable Juggernaut released the unconscious Storm from his
grip and grabbed at the armor covered form on his back. As the woman
hit the ground he felt the figure position its legs under him and
leap off, flipping backwards to land a few feet away. The Juggernaut
turned to face this new opponent, snarling in rage.
"I will crush you!" The Juggernaut screamed, bringing its hands down
in a double hammer blow where Alexander stood. Somehow the young
man danced away, using the now grounded hands as a stepping stone
the boy leapt up towards the Juggernaut's lowered face. His left
hand collided with the side of the Juggernaut's head in an amazingly
powerful blow, actually jarring the Juggernaut. The Governmental
experiment landed with a roll on the ground. The Juggernaut roared
its defiance and slapped at the nimble young man. Alexander ducked a
moment late, but instead of being launched yards away the blow only
caught his shoulder, forcing him to roll away. He didn't waste a
moment, returning to his feet. The mystically powered behemoth
grabbed at the much smaller man, who was able to narrowly avoid the
hand. He rolled between the giant's legs, coming to his feet behind
the Juggernaut. Deciding it was time to end the fight, Alexander
leapt high onto the back of the much slower Juggernaut. Grabbing
onto the back of the armor at the neck with one hand, Alexander
pulled his feet up under him, between the Juggernaut's shoulder
blades. Putting his weight onto his legs Alexander used his left
hand to keep himself steady.
The Juggernaut heard an all too familiar sound, as the shhknt' of
the forearm blade in Alexander's right arm extended. Alexander
wedged the blade into the part of the armor between the helmet and
collar. Forcing his arm down with all his strength, the helmet
loosened. The latches holding the helmet on buckled under the force
and shot off. The helmet fell from the Juggernaut's head, leaving
the behemoth's head vulnerable. Retracting the blade, Alexander
smashed his right hand into the back of Juggernaut's neck, causing
the giant to stumble. As his power drained, the Juggernaut fell to
his knees. Another powerful blow to the back of the giant's head,
roughly jarring the occipital lobe, caused the Juggernaut to be
blinded. Alexander dropped from his place on the back of the giant.
He walked calmly in front of the suitably oblivious Juggernaut, just
outside of the flailing arms. He casually picked up the fallen
helmet. Hefting it like a shield the young man bashed the side of
the giant's head with his own protective helmet. The Juggernaut
flailed one last time before falling to the rest of the ground,
unconscious. Alexander tapped the button on his visor that would
signal the Blackhawk to return.

Rogue watched as the single man defeated an enemy that the
combined X-men were unable to best. She stood to go speak with him
when she noticed the military chopper, which had dropped him off,
return. Soldiers dropped from the helicopter, quickly securing ropes
to Juggernaut, which began to hoist him up, Alexander leapt onto the
back of his defeated foe, riding him up to the chopper, helmet in
hand. The soldiers climbed back up the ropes they had lapelled down
and the chopper took off, vanishing into the distance.
"Ugh, what hit me?" She heard her boyfriend ask, shaking her
from her reverie.
"I did, I'm so sorry Bobby," She said.
"It's okay. Where are the others? Did they beat Juggernaut?"
Bobby asked.
"I think they are okay, I think Logan and Storm are hurt
badly though. Professor? Can you hear me?" Rogue asked aloud.
"Yes Rogue, I hear you loud and clear." Charles Xavier
communicated to Rogue's mind. Kurt and Kitty are on their way to
you're position. I believe that Ororo will be fine.
"Alright, let's go check on the others and get everyone
together." Bobby said as he began to stand up slowly. Bobby and
Rogue quickly made their way over to a recovering Cyclops and
Colossus. The leader of the X-men was rubbing his head.
"What happened?" Scott Summers asked.
"You got hit by a huge piece of flying steel?" Bobby asked
with his classic grin.
"Shut up Drake, where is Juggernaut?" Scott asked.
"That's a long story, lets get everyone together first,"
Rogue said. The group walked over to Storm's position, Scott quickly
checked her vitals and found them, weak but steady.
"Where is Logan?" Colossus asked, his strong Russian accent
sounding concerned.
"I'm right here, Ruskie," Logan said, as he climbed over the
cliff he had fallen from. His uniform was missing from mid-chest up,
and his hair had fallen around his face, dripping with water.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Bobby said, Logan did indeed
look like a wet cat; he looked about as happy as one too.
"Oh Ro. Wait till I get my hands on you, girl." Logan said
gruffly.
"She was hurt badly by Juggernaut, Logan" Rogue said.
Logan's eyes immediately darkened at her words.
"Where is that scrap metal at?" Logan said, the tell-tale
sounds of his anger, in the form of a "shhknt".
"Funny you should mention scrap metal' cause that's
exactly what he looked like when the other guy and those soldiers
hauled his sorry ass outta here." Rogue said.
"What are you talkin' bout, Southern?" Logan asked.
"There was another guy that showed up. Right as Juggernaut
was bout to kill Storm. Saved her life and kicked Juggernaut's
metal ass."
"One guy?" Bobby asked.
"Yea, he was amazing. Really fast and really strong too. He
hit Juggernaut and made him stumble." Rogue said.
"Big deal, I've seen Scott hit him and make him fall down,"
Logan said.
"With his fist" Rogue clarified.
"Whoa," Bobby said. Further conversation was cut short by
the appearance of the Blackbird. Kurt Wagner, AKA NightCrawler, and
Kitty Pryde, AKA Shadow Cat, walked down the ramp after the jet
landed.
"Logan, help me with Storm," Cyclops said. Together the two
men lifted Storm onto the jet and they departed back to the School
for Gifted Children'.

"Thank you, Rogue," Charles said, taking his hands from his
student's forehead. "This is most interesting and disturbing," he
said after a moment. "I can't say I trust the obvious military ties
this new young man has. I would endeavor to find out more about him
if we can. Scott, I want you on the look out at all times. We must
find out if this man will become a threat to us, and we must learn
of my step-brother's fate."

Alexander stood quietly at attention before General Ross and
the other VIP's who were before him.
"Lady's and Gentlemen, I present to you, our perfect weapon.
Alexander L. Harris, Codenamed Adamant Guardian. A little play on
the words if you will." Ross let a humoring grin cross his features.
The assembled group allowed a moment of slight laughter, before he
continued. "This man is the culmination of years of work and
millions of dollars. He is designed for a single purpose; he is
driven to that end. Tomorrow, at 0600 hours he will fulfill his
purpose. He will destroy the X-men."

Archsolari