Title: I Can Tell
Series: Fic-For-All Fanmix
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Xander, J.K. owns Pansy
Pairing: FfA #2199 Xander Harris / Pansy (HP)
Summary: 20 songs, 20 pairings. I Can Tell by BBMak
Part Summary: Even with one eye, I can tell what you're thinking
A/N: A bit darker than I originally intended. Ooops?
Warnings: Character Death

I Can Tell

She was resolved to end this quickly and however painlessly for him. It was out of her nature, her very core of being an evil, power hungry persona to try and be merciful with his feelings. She shouldn't be trying to comfort him. She was Pansy Parkinson, Slytherin trained witch, not some sappy 'Puff. She gritted her teeth as she strode into the room, the dark haired man sat still, staring into the fire. He didn't move as she approached him, somehow he always knew who it was.

"Pansy, you're home early. The kids are still sleeping," he said quietly, staring at the fire. "You gonna make it quick, or is the torture what makes it so special? Killing your own husband, the father of your children?" Xander demanded, looking up at her.

"You're the last person I'd -" she started to reassure him, but the seriousness in his look stopped him. "I would make it painless, love."

"Glad you decided not to lie. Would suck, with the impending killing of me you've got planned."

"You could always read me, Xander," A single tear trickled down her cheek.

"Tell Jesse and Morgan that I love them?" He asked quietly pushing himself to his feet.

"As long as I still have breath in my lungs, love," Pansy vowed.

"I know why you have to do this, honey," Xander smiled at her, striding over to his wife and pulling her gently into his arms. "Keep 'em safe? All of my girls?"

His hand brushed gently over her stomach. He'd been so excited yesterday when she'd told him that she was pregnant again. Pansy choked back a sob, digging her fingers into his shirt, wishing she didn't.

"Hey, where's the super bitch I fell for? Baby, you gotta do it. No choice. Keep all four of my girls safe, Jesse, Morgan, you, and little Lexi. Name her after me?" Pansy only nodded, as he brushed away her tears. "Time to go, sweetie."

He pushed her away, standing to face the mantelpiece where rows of Wizard photos of his children and wife stood staring back at him, waving. He smiled softly, barely hearing her strong voice as she spoke the killing curse.