Title: The X Factor
Disclaimer: I own neither BtVS nor X-Men.
Summary: Xander is not as normal as everyone thought, and when Angelus takes intrest in him, things go downhill. X-over with X-Men and X-Men Evo,
Author's Note: This is my first BtVs fic, please be gentle. Rating is for implied nature and language. I'll try to update soon.
Two weeks later…
The hospital was roiling like a kicked anthill. One of the patients had disappeared; a patient who was supposed to be in coma.
Calls were made and the friends and family of the patient called. The friends decided to come immediately on receiving the message and the family, well the family responded similarly to how it did when informed that their son was in the hospital – with curses, and lots of them.
Half an hour later, all the friends had arrived. Inside Giles' room…
"What happened?" Questioned a worried Buffy.
"Xander has disappeared." Giles replied simply.
"What do you mean Xander has disappeared!" Asked Willow, looking as if she would panic any instant now.
"I do not know what happened, all I have been told is that he disappeared." Giles said, trying to calm willow down, "I was waiting for you two to find someone for more information."
"Well then, let's go find someone." Said Buffy, determinedly.
They soon found a doctor and took him back to Giles' room.
"We do not know how long ago he escaped, or was taken." The doctor began, "Though we believe that he was taken, as he had shown no sign of waking up from his coma, and he would be too weak to move immediately after waking up. We were hoping you could shed some light on who could have taken him?"
Giles recovered fastest, "No, we do not have any idea as to that."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely certain."
"Well, if you remember anything or anyone contacts you, the police has been informed and will want your testimony, so you may contact them later with anything you remember.
"We will do so."
"Thank you. If you will wait, the cops will be here soon."
"Of course. By the way, when will I be discharged?"
"You have almost fully recovered; I believe you will be able to leave by day after tomorrow."
"Thank you."
After the doctor had left, Willow immediately asked Giles, "What will we do?"
"We will wait to see if the police find something. If not then we can try a locator spell."
"What if by the time the police find anything, it is too late?"
"We will not wait that long. A few days at the most, until I or Willow regain enough strength to cast the spell."
Everyone agreed.
Three hours earlier…
Awareness came slowly. He was lying on something soft. He opened his eyes, it was difficult, and he felt weak.
The light hurt his eyes, causing them to water but he kept them open. He was in a white room, the walls were white, the bed, the sheets, everything.
His mind gave it a name, he was in a hospital.
Hospital? How did I get here? The last I remember, I was… but he could not remember where he had been.
A sudden urgency came to him – It's a trick, they will be back soon. I must get out; they've left me untied, they'll be back soon.
'They'? Who 'they'? For that matter, who am I?
He did not know, but the urgency overcame all conscious thoughts and he knew he had to escape.
He tried to get up and fell down when his legs failed to support him. He used the bed to lever himself back up and then slowly stood up, half leaning on the bed. He waited until his balance was restored and then slowly, using the walls and the hospital instruments as support, tried a few steps. A few steps later, he collapsed again, but he got back up, this time using the wall to support him and tried again. After falling a few more times, he was able to support himself a little.
That done, he looked down at himself; Clothes, he decided. He needed clothes.
Clothes? What are clothes?
His mind supplied him images of comfortable jeans and bright Hawaiian shirts. He looked around the room and found a pair of hospital trousers and shirt.
They do not look like the 'clothes' I remember, but they are better than this open from behind thing I'm wearing.
He quickly changed and quickly snuck out through the window. His mind bringing forth the skill he had acquired after years of escaping from his bedroom window to escape his father. He did not, of course, know that.
And so Xander Harris had escaped, and the hospital would learn of this a little over half an hour later when one of the nurses came to check up on him.
Two days later,
Professor Charles Xavier's school for The Gifted, Manchester, New York…
"What's up chuck?" Asked Logan from the prof.
"Logan, come in. Cerebro has found a new mutant, I wish you to go retrieve him."
"Why me? Won't One-eye and Red be better for the job?"
"No. He is in a wild area and your skills might be needed to locate him."
"A forest, huh? Well I'll bring him in."
"And Logan, take Kitty, Kurt and Scott with you."
"One-eye I understand, but why Kitty and the elf?"
"The new mutant, he's a boy, about their age. And he is very confused at the moment. His mind is a whirlwind, so be careful, he might attack you."
"Don't worry Charles, I'll make sure the kid don't hurt anyone, himself included. That all?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll be leaving."
"And Logan?"
"What?"
"Do be gentle with the boy. He is fragile at the moment."
Logan nodded and left.
Logan found the kinds in the recreational room and for once, Scott was there with them.
"One-eye, Kitty, elf, suit up. We're off to retrieve a new kid."
"Cool, from where?" Asked Kurt.
"Charles has sent the coordinates to the blackbird. Hurry up."
And he left.
"Cool, this is going to be so much fun."
"We're not going for a picnic Kurt." Admonished Scott.
"Oh, like, lighten up Scott. Kurt's right. Another new guy will be fun."
"C'mon lets go suit up fast, or Logan's gonna get cross with us."
"Yeah, let's go."
Logan landed the black jet deep inside a forest in California.
"Like, what are we doing here? Shouldn't we, like, be going to the new guy's house?"
"Charles said we'll find him here. C'mon, get moving."
They all got down and Logan immediately began observing the ground.
"What are you doing?" Asked Scott.
"Looking for a trail." Logan replied shortly.
"What? Is the new guy some kind of wild boy?" Asked Kurt.
"No, but he's here and I have a human trail."
Mind is a wonderful and mysterious thing. The subconscious, it is capable of a lot of things. It can call upon past experiences to aid us in the time of need or push traumatic memories to the back of our mind so that we may forget them. This way, we can remain sane.
Something very similar has happened with Xander Harris. While he has forgotten about his past life, and its trauma, consciously, until he is ready for them again, his subconscious brought forth the training and experience of the soldier he was once possessed by, which until now had been buried deep in his mind.
And so he traveled for two days, hiding and slinking, and reached the spot in the forest, where three hours later, Logan, the infamous wolverine of the X-Men,will find him.
They had been following Logan for about twenty minutes, who seemed to be following something on the ground.
"Damn trail is pretty well hidden. The kid is good. If I were anyone else and hadn't caught his scent by now, I'd have lost him at a few spots."
The other three just stared at him. This was the first anyone had spoken since they had begun their trek and not only that but Logan was complimenting someone.
Then he turned around, raised his voice and called out, "I know you're there kid. Better come out."
Logan was trying to catch where exactly he was but it was difficult. The kid had been moving around pretty much all around the area and his scent seemed to come from everywhere.
"Come out kid, before I come in after you."
A bush moved to his left and as he turned towards it, he sensed someone leaping towards him from a tree behind him. His reflexes took control, his claws sprang out and he caught whoever was behind him in the chest before a rabbit shot out from the thick bushes where he had thought the kid to be.
Shit! He thought and turned around to see who he had stabbed. The other three just stared. All this had happened in just a matter of moments.
There impaled on his admentium claws was a boy, in his mid-late teens, his clothes torn and he himself pretty dirty and ragged but otherwise fine. Except for the three metallic claws through his chest.
"Oh Shit!" Logan cursed aloud.
He had gotten the new mutant, and he had killed him.
Authors Note: Another chapter done. Thanks to Ronin100 and LIMAR for reviwing. I'll try to improve.
For the romance part, thats open, there may be no romance or there may be romance depending on what you want and what I feel like. So, if you want you may give your suggestions on pairing.
Thank you
The DarIm