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
Summery: 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: Thanks for all the feedback. I hope I can entertain you all
with this little story.
Rating: R for Violence and Language. (May go to NC-17 in the future.)

Last time: "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."

Chapter 2

Logan, AKA Wolverine, strode out the front door of the X-
Mansion. He scratched his head, his bleary eyes still slightly
glazed from the large quantity of beer he had consumed the night
before. He glared at his fellow X-Man, Scott Summers, AKA Cyclops.
The six o'clock wake up call had been his idea. "We have to find out about this guy before it comes back to
bite us in the ass, Logan," Cyclops had said. Logan had agreed, at
least in his head, with his reasoning. That didn't mean he had to
let that punk know it. Being the teams' two most experienced
members; they had decided to go out alone.

Logan strode slowly towards the fancy car Scott now drove, his
mind elsewhere as he recalled the details Rogue had imparted about
the young man they were now looking for. Parts of the boy were far
too familiar. He obviously had enhanced sense like Logan did, and
the blades that extended from inside the boy's arm had hit far too
close to home. Logan was broken from his reverie when an odd scent
hit his nose. To Logan's enhanced sense, every person had a smell
that was unique to them.
The smell that wafted up Logan's nostrils was unknown but some
how familiar. That was not the only odd part of the scent. Connected
to the unique trait was usually an emotion that the person was
feeling. The more strongly present when the person felt that emotion
more strongly. The most common smells were anger, fear, happiness
and lust. This scent however was completely devoid of any emotion.
The only time Logan had experienced this phenomenon in the past was
against Sentinels.

He was about to yell a warning to Scott when his ears picked up
an almost inaudible sound from behind him. Logan turned quickly and
saw only the closed doors of the mansion. He frowned, something was
definitely wrong.

"Hurry up Logan," Scott said, then shouted "Look out!"
Logan looked up just in time to see a dim figure, almost
invisible in the pre-dawn light, detach from the roof and launch
straight at him. Logan danced back; avoiding the vicious snap kick
his apparent enemy sent his way. Logan lowered his eyes, glowing at
the form.

"You picked the wrong guy, Bub." Logan said, his six, twelve
inch Adamantium claws springing from his hands. The figure looked at
him, smirking and motioned his fingers in the most universal signal
in the world. Bring. It. On.

Without further encouragement, Logan leapt at his foe, slashing
and kicking faster than humanly possible. The figure however, was
faster. With speeds believed impossible, but not at the level of a
mutant named Quicksilver, The figure managed to duck, weave or flip
out of Wolverine's attacks. For his part, Logan was becoming
frustrated. The man obviously lacked in the skill department,
because Logan often caught him in a move that would kill a lesser
man. However, the figure managed to use his amazing speed and
reflexes to get out of every maneuvered trap.

Scott was watching the two fight, half in astonishment, half in
frustration. He was astonished that anyone had managed to fight
Wolverine for six and a half minutes completely on the defensive.
With his speed and reflexes the figure had many opportunities to
attack and perhaps injure the furious Wolverine. Either the boy was
not skilled enough to capitalize, or he was teasing with Wolverine.
Not even Logan's arch-enemies, who knew him better then anyone,
would dare tease the berserker like this. They would battle him with
everything they had, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. But a
fight never lasted this long without a hit being scored by either
side.

Scott was frustrated because, despite (or because of) his
yells, Wolverine would not move enough for Scott to get a shot off
without also hitting the short mutant. He watched, feeling utterly
useless as the two battled, he knew if Logan could not score a hit
against their opponent he had no hope to. He knew he was better off
waiting where he was for the slight chance he would have at hitting
the man with an optic blast.

"Fight me you coward," Wolverine growled angrily. This seemed
to stun the man, if only for a moment, and Logan managed to rake his
claws against the figure's face. Bloody streaks crossed Wolverine's
enemies, Logan followed quickly with a kick to the inside of his
opponent's knee, forcing it to break. As the figure dropped to his
knees, a pained gasp echoed through the night. Logan looked down at
his disabled enemy. He raised his claws to finish him.

"Logan, stop. He's beaten, you can't kill him." Logan looked
back at Scott. His eyebrow raised, combined with the gleam in
Wolverine's eyes said Are you outta you're goddamn mind?' He was
about to give Scott a piece of his mind when Cyclops gasped in
surprise. Wolverine quickly turned back around to look at
his defeated foe'. Instead of the disabled man he expected to find,
he saw a young man standing on a once broken kneecap. The three
identical claw marks on his face stitching closed, apparently on its
own. Wolverine's eyebrow raised more. The figure grinned manically
at him as two blades popped out from his forearms at the top of the
wrists.

"Oh Crap," Wolverine muttered, remembering the scent now. He
had smelled it the day before at the site of their battle with
Juggernaut. Wolverine jumped at his opponent, his claws coming down
heavily. Alexander raised his arm, catching the claws on his forearm
blade. Adamantium met Adamantium, sparks ensued.

A cold hand wrapped tightly around Logan's wrist, holding it
firmly in place. With a growl he attacked with the other hand. As it
swung down its course towards Alexander's chest, before it was
caught in Alexander's free hand. A power struggle was created, a
power struggle that Logan was fated to lose.

'God he's strong', Logan thought. 'Faster and stronger, probably
more agile too, but we both know I am a better fighter.' Even as the
thought crossed his mind, the boy did something completely
unexpected, a move that Wolverine would have done himself. Alexander
flipped backwards while keeping Logan's wrists in his hands. Both of
Alexander's Adamantium-laced feet struck Logan right on the chin.
The blow was so powerful that Logan's entire brain was jarred, his
vision fogged, he may even have stumbled, had the boy not kept his
wrists in his hands. Somehow, Alexander's shoulder joint did a
complete 360 degree rotation, and he stood in front of Logan as he
had before. Alexander's body tensed as his feet lifted off the
ground once more. Logan was under the impression that he would be
kicked again when the soles of the feet were planted firmly on his
chest. Alexander stretched his legs out completely, pulling both of
Logan's arms out of the sockets before he rolled back, kicking
Wolverine completely over him and into the Mansion behind them.
Logan moaned as his slummed painfully to the grassy ground. He
struggled to get up, managing to get to his knees, his shoulder
joint already knitting back together. He looked up into the young
man's face. A visor hid what Logan knew were emotionless eyes. A
thin blade pierced Logan's throat, another stabbed into his chest.
Logan moaned before slumping over, unconscious as his healing factor
worked to repair the massive damage.

Alexander had only a moment to dodge the red blast some sixth
sense told him was shooting at his back. As he rolled away from the
beam, a huge chunk of the mansion was blown open. Cyclops' eyes
widened in the realization of what he had done, he prayed that no
one had been hurt with his blast. Alexander kipped up from his roll,
growling at the guilty X-man. Now in the clear, Alexander rolled and
ducked out of the way of a barrage of almost constant optic blasts,
all the time moving closer to Cyclops. Soon he was almost at point
blank range and Alexander knew he wouldn't be able to dodge the
blasts any longer. He dodged to the left as Cyclops fired his next
blast; Alexander's luck ran out as the blast caught him on his
descending shoulder. The blow, more powerful then Alexander had ever
felt, knocked him onto his back and forced him to slide a few feet
back. Capitalizing on his attack, Scott fired another. Just as the
next blast came, Alexander raised his Adamantium armor. The blast
hit him square, pushing him back further still, until he lay next to
the unconscious Wolverine. He stood up slowly, his hand reached out,
dragging the knocked out mutant in front of him.

Scott was about to fire yet another blast when he held off,
fearful of hitting Wolverine. Alexander pushed forward, stalking
closer to Cyclops, his black armor glinting off the early dawn's
light. The blasts from Cyclops' eyes had almost completely destroyed
the black special ops camo Alexander had been issued. Just as Scott
had decided that Logan's safety was not as important as his own,
Alexander launched Logan at Scott. Scott easily ducked the other
mutant, and Logan shot over Cyclops' head. Scott started to stand
up, fingers on his visor; when he met Alexander's fist. The powerful
blow caught Scott completely off guard as it met with his cheek,
sending him sprawling to the ground. Alexander leapt onto him,
straddling Scott. His left hand flashed around Scott's throat,
pulling him half way up to him. The blade in his right hand
extended. Just as he was about to stab Scott, the now assembled X-
men attacked in force. A huge bolt of lightening slammed down on
Alexander, only to be grounded harmlessly by his armor. The
distraction was momentary, but it was enough to save Scott Summer's
life. The mutant known as Nightcrawler teleported directly beside
Alexander, the mid-teleport kick he had performed connected solidly with
the side of Alexander's head. The blow knocked Alexander from his
perch over Cyclops. Alexander growled in frustration, as another X-
man escaped his wrath.

He leapt to his feet, launching himself at Nightcrawler in a
futile attempt to hit him. The teleporting mutant merely
disappeared, and reappeared right behind Alexander. Alexander was
able to duck the kick that was quickly sent his way. He rolled from
the duck, away from Nightcrawler, directly at Storm. Nightcrawler
teleported to Storm, in an attempt to protect her from the blow she
was about to receive. Instead, he was hit, knocking him end over
end. He was up quickly however, and was about attack Alexander, when
Jubilee shot off her rather annoying power. While the small
explosives did little if any damage, the lights could blind.
Alexander's visor protected him from the blast, but the X-men were
all dazed by the light show. He leapt at the nearest X-man, wrapping
his hand around her throat. This, however, turned out to be a
mistake. He instantly felt his energy draining from him, he was
however unable to force himself to let go. Rogue's eyes became big
as saucers as Alexander's energy and memories flowed into her mind.

'Oh the poor boy', she thought, forcing herself away from him.
Alexander gasped as his body came back under his control. He forced
himself away from her, backpedaling. He had read descriptions of
the little girl's power, but nothing was like the actual reality.
His claws extended menacingly, as he stalked towards her again, his
momentary weakness overcome. A huge metallic chest came between him
and his prey. Colossus threw a powerful haymaker, which was avoided,
and was pelted with a several fast, even more powerful kicks. An
Adamantium blade pierced Colossus' metallic thigh like a hot knife
through butter. The giant of a man fell to the ground, a scream
echoing in the early morning.

"Get away from Piotr!" A girl screamed launching a well
trained kick at Alexander's head. Alexander caught it, his hand
squeezed the ankle. He smiled at the loud crack that sounded as the
girl's ankle was shattered. The girl moaned in pain, falling to the
ground. By some feat of adrenaline and constitution the girl stood
back up on her still broken ankle.

Alexander smiled at the girl's determination. 'It makes them so
much easier to kill', Alexander thought. He lunged at her, forearm
blade aimed at her throat. Kitty Pryde screamed in fear as the blade
rushed towards her. By instinct more than anything, the girl phased,
turning incorporeal. As his blade pieced through her, Alexander was
caught off guard by the lack of substance. He stumbled, passing
almost entirely through the girl.

The effects of the girl's phasing ability had an instantaneous
affect on Alexander's enhancements'. All most all of the
electronic enhancements' that coursed through Alexander's body were
disabled. The most important of these: all three behavior
modification' were disabled.

"Sir," a nerdy looking man at a computer said, "We just lost
visual on Alexander," he finished.

"What!" General Ross ranted.

"We have also lost the tracking device, Sir," a different
technician said.

"What the hell just happened?" Ross screamed.

"I am not sure sir, let me replay the last transmissions from
Alexander," The first technician said. General Ross watched as
Alexander was about to finish the steel-skinned mutant, when he was
distracted yet again from completing a portion of his mission. A
pesky girl stood beside Alexander, who had her foot in his grasp.
Though they had no audio, General Thaddeus E. Ross could hear the
crack of the girl's ankle. He smirked in satisfaction, and then
frowned in confusion. He didn't know who this girl was. He was more
annoyed when the girl stood up. He became angry when Alexander leapt
at her, only to pass through a millisecond before the recording
stopped.

"Who the hell is that girl? Why wasn't I briefed on her? SOMEONE
GET ME ANSWERS. I WANT A VISUAL ON THAT MANSION!" He screamed, his
face now beet red with anger.

Xander went from a stumble to a complete fall. He looked
confused for a moment, looking around. Suddenly confusion was
replaced with fear and guilt. He stumbled to his feet, looking at the
largely injured X-men team. He did the only thing he could think of,
he ran.

(Hours Later)
Xander didn't know where he was, he had had just run for hours,
full of guilt and anger. He looked around, trying to get his
bearings. From the dingy street he was on, he guessed he had some
how made it to the city, a bad part of the city. His armored form
half stumbled down an alley where he collapsed from the mental
burdens heaped upon him.

"Now I know how Deadboy felt," Xander said to himself, sorrow
filling his soft voice. His body was instantly wracked with sobs as
he recalled his friends. How could he go back now, after all he had
done? 'Those poor people he had killed', he thought.

He was still crying, some time later when a group of thugs came
upon him. They laughed and pointed at him, kicking the trash in the
alley at him.

"Look at the poor mutie! Aww, don't cry little mutie, we can
make it all better for you!" one of the thugs said. A butterfly
knife suddenly flicked out in his hands, as the others rushed him.
One of them kicked him as he lay there, his foot impacting with the
impossibly hard skin. The thug leapt up and down, moaning in pain.

"I think he broke my foot!" he screamed. The leader of the gang
rushed forward, striking at him with the knife, it bounced off his
armor. He growled and was about to order his men to attack when he
noticed he and the mutant' were the only ones left in the alley.
Xander looked up at the tough, angry now, he stood up.

"That's not a knife, this" Xander said, his forearm blade
extending, "is a knife." The thug gave a girly screamed and turn to
run, right into the wall of the alley. His head smacked painfully
into the wall and he fell down unconscious.

"Hey, are you alright?" A figure asked from his perch on the
wall across from Xander, where he was tying the thug's three friends
to the wall.

"I'm fine," Alexander said. The red and blue costumed figure
dropped to the ground to look at Xander. In the meantime, Xander had
retracted the blade, and Spiderman point at his arm.

"You should have that looked at," he said, causing Xander to
look down. His arm was bleeding profusely from the wound in his arm
that he acquired when he had extended his forearm blade, which had
not closed.

"Oh shit," he said. He quickly wrapped the remnants of his camo
around the wound.

"You know, there is a place for mutants, upstate, it's
called Xavier's School for the Gifted', I think you would be
welcome there," Spiderman said.

"I'm not a mutant," Xander snarled, his words containing more
anger than he had planned.

"Okay, Whatever" Spiderman said, his voice colored with amused
disbelief. Sirens could be heard soon in the distance. "Look, that's
my queue to leave; I suggest you do the same, before the police
find the mutant who attacked these poor upstanding citizens'."

"Yeah," Xander said absently. Spiderman shot a web and
disappeared out of the alley. Xander walked oblivious out of the
alley. Unnoticed under the bandage, Xander's arm began to heal.

"Sir, the tracking device on Alexander has come back online,
sir," The technician said.

"Where the hell is he?" Ross asked.

"New York, Sir," The technician replied.

"No shit, soldier." Ross said.

"New York City, sir, Queens to be exact," The technician said.

"Oh, well in that case, send someone to pick him up," Ross said.

"Yes sir."

Xander walked aimlessly before he made a decision. He had to go
back, he had to face them, they would understand, he knew it. He had
to go to Sunnydale. He jut didn't know how he was going to get
there. With a shrug, he started walking in what he figured was the
general direction of Sunnydale. After ten steps, his back
straightened. His eyes lost any sign of emotion, and he looked at
his surroundings.

"I must get to Sunnydale," Alexander said.

A/N: I know it's a little short, but I have to work at 7 tomorrow,
so I'm gonna end her here tonight. As always, please tell me what
you think.