Author: Lochar

Xander Harris and the Antediluvian Tome

Disclaimer: What you see is what I've got. Unfortunately, you're not seeing anything real, just a bunch of 0's and 1's. So I guess I don't own any of this. cry

A/N: OK, as I don't remember much about the timeline here, Cordy is a no show. As in, X/C never happened. K? Good.

A/N 2: Don't expect this as quickly every time, guys. Just a good night and a clear vision of where I was going lead me here. ;)

Chapter 2

Buffy and Faith rushed the blue skinned woman; weapons raised high when Giles voice rang out though the library.

"Not demon, mutant!"

The two Slayers either didn't hear him or pay him any heed as they charged. Suddenly, her form melted as she shifted shape again, this time into an actual raven as the two swung their swords at her.

Two swords clattered together as the raven took flight, landing high on a book shelf on the second floor of the library. Faith and Buffy quickly spotted her, and made to go after her.

"Stop you two." Giles thundered at them, making both Slayers start and turn around.

"But, demon! See demon, slay demon, right Giles?" Buffy looked confused.

He sighed. "Raven is not a demon, she is a mutant." He waved to the raven, and it flew down.

The raven shimmered, and again the woman stood before them. "Thank you Rupert." She turned to Xander. "Now, as I was saying. You are coming with me. There are people in my group that need that power you can bless them with."

Xander stared at her. "Uh, lady, Raven, don't take this the wrong way, but you actually believe that about the blessing? I couldn't have been the first person to have read that thing out loud. And besides, as much as I'd love to leave the troll behind, I do have school."

She glared at him. "Regardless of that, you became his successor. Don't know why, don't care. I FELT the shift when it happened. I've been waiting for that damnable book to be found. I figured I could kill the successor and then get the blessing myself, but no. You had to get the blasted thing destroyed!" She threw her hands up in the air.

Buffy frowned. "You're not killing Xander." She hefted her sword and took a step in front of Xander.

"You sure she ain't a demon, G?" Faith asked, also stepping up. "Threatening to kill someone, sounds pretty demonic to me."

Giles took off his glasses, looking down at them, before looking to Raven again. "Raven? I know it's been years since I last saw you, but why would you stoop so low as to killing?"

Raven took a step back. "That blessing could turn everything around for us." She glared at Xander, then at the two Slayers in front of him. "You're two bodyguards won't be around night and day, little boy. Eventually I'm going to catch you, and then you WILL bless whoever you're told to. I can be whatever you want, boy." Her body shimmered and melted again, turning into a very voluptuous woman with barely there clothes. "Anything your heart would desire. Is it so much to ask, if I'm willing to give you this?" Her hands trailed over her body.

"Smokin' hot." Faith whispered. "Wish I looked that good."

Xander, his mind not quite functioning from seeing Raven's new barely clothed body, automatically replied. "You look just as good, Faith."

Faith turned to him, mouth slightly agape in surprise. "Wha?"

Xander blushed.

Raven laughed. "I can be her as well, all you have to do is come with me." She shifted again, this time to a very close approximation of Faith's body. "And anything else you might want her to be." Her breasts enlarged, pushing out the material of the leather top.

Faith looked at her again. "Good lord, those are too big though. Jeeves, this one ain't making it out of here. Come on B."

Buffy, who had been quiet during the exchange, nodded. The both rushed her again, wary of her ability to turn into a raven.

"Slayers, always with the brute force." Raven jumped back from the swinging swords. "No subtlety." She reached into the pouch at her side, pulling something out and holding it. "No tactics." Her form shimmered again, and Buffy and Faith stepped back, waiting for her to turn into the raven. They both held their swords ready to throw. Raven quit shimmering and stayed in her form, throwing a dust from her hands at the Slayers.

It landed on them, and Raven called out. "Gaia firma!" Both Slayer stopped, barely able to hold up their swords to point at her. "Interesting. I didn't know a Slayer could lift eight hundred pounds or more. Oh well, Ta ta." She laughed as she walked out of the library, her voice floating back into the room. "Xander, what an interesting name. I will be coming for you."

Giles shook his head. "I don't know what that woman is up to." He walked up to the still struggling Slayers. "I apologize to the both of you. The Raven I used to know, while very strong willed, was not into the mayhem that she seems to be into now." He looked them over, thinking. "Heavy dust. Interesting. Hold on just a moment."

Giles walked back into his office, while Buffy staggered over to the table, collapsing into a chair. Which collapsed underneath her.

Faith laughed, and even Xander and Willow couldn't hold back their smiles.

Giles came out, looking at the mess and sighed. "You did hear Raven, correct? That dust made your body have an extra eight hundred pounds on it. Had you not been Slayers, you probably would have been crushed under the weight. Thus, the chair could not hold all your extra weight."

Buffy staggered to her feet. "I…know that… now, Giles." She panted out.

"Hold still, please." Giles held out what looked to be like a normal duster. "And please, do drop the swords."

They both nodded and dropped their swords.

Giles brushed the off with the duster in his hands. As he did, the dust fell off of them and they quickly were able to stand upright easily again. "A good bit did get into your hair. I do suggest the two of you go take showers to get it out. Heavy dust is a very easily removed spell, but it is still hard to get sand out of your hair without thoroughly washing it. And that is what is holding the spell."

The two girls nodded, then Faith looked at Xander, sizing him up. "So X, ya wanna join me? Help me get clean? I owe ya that much for saying such nice things when that gal changed into the bombshell."

Xander shook his head and managed to stutter out. "N.n.no, thanks though."

Faith shrugged. "Your loss. I'll let ya keep the free ride ticket though." She turned to Buffy. "Come on B, show me where the showers in this place are at. I've got way to much weight still on my head."

As the two left, Willow laughed at Xander, while Giles just stood there shaking his head.

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Elsewhere in town

"Had to be the Hellmouth, didn't it? Couldn't have been found anywhere else, could it Chuck? And then sending a message at my head, telling me someone had already found the damned thing. Now I get to go from book collector to baby sitter. Hope it ain't no namby pamby wuss." The short, compactly muscled man moved down the streets. "Couldn't give me anywhere more detailed than a whole damned town either. How am I supposed to find one person in a whole town, who doesn't even stand out that they've read the damned thing?"

He sighed, thinking back. "Hey, didn't Chuck hunt down someone related to me here?" He grinned. "Wonder how they'll feel if I crash at their place tonight." Looking at the street signs, he quickly walked to the house Chuck had pointed him towards. "What, they were like great grandkids or something, weren't they? Wonder how'll they'll take a grand dad showing up." He chuckled darkly.

Reaching the house, he knocked, and a man answered the door. "Whatever it is, we don't want any." He slurred, slamming the door.

The man's eyes narrowed. "Drunk?" He looked up at the sky. "And it's only a little past noon. Think I'll scare him sober."

Banging on the door again, this time a woman answered. He stared at her. "Sharla?" He whispered.

She frowned. "Do excuse my husband, sir. And my name isn't Sharla."

He thought for a moment. "Spitting image of your grandmother, aren't ya girl?"

She stepped back quickly. "You can't come in!" She backed away into the house, leaving the door open.

He laughed. "I'm no vamp, girl. It's daylight outside. And I ain't no demon either." He stepped inside. "Sharla was my daughter. Guess that'd make you my great granddaughter."

Jessica stared. "But how?"

"I've been around a long time. My curse, I guess you could say. I'm gonna be in town for a while, mind if I crash here a couple of nights until I get my bearings?"

Jessica sighed. "My house is your house, if you are my great grandfather."

He pulled out his wallet, unfolding a very faded picture. "That ought ta prove it to you." He handed it over.

Unfolding it, she saw it was a picture of her grandmother as a child, along with her parents. It was a duplicate of the picture she had upstairs. Her grandmother's father looked exactly like the man in front of her. "I don't know how you could still be living. Everyone else died, grandma couldn't heal fast enough to outrun time."

He choked and then sighed himself. "And here I was, hoping that she might. I guess that it didn't pass down enough. Come on, let's talk family."

They walked further into the house, where the man was slumped against the couch. He turned. "I said we didn't want any, now get outta here!" He threw an empty beer can at him. "Jess, get him outta here and get me another beer, woman."

Catching it, he growled. "Jess is family. You're not. She invited me to stay here, so I won't take it out of your hide." He crushed the can with a hand and narrowed his eyes at him. "And you know what? She's more than just the beer retriever. Learn it, or I'll teach you." His voice was cold. He then turned to Jessica. "How in the world did you stay with him?"

The two walked off towards the kitchen, Jessica starting to explain. "Fooling around, he got me pregnant. At one point, he was actually a nice guy." She said as they walked out of the room.

Her husband looked over the room, then back towards the kitchen again. "Bah, forget the beer for now then."