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.
This will NOT be Slash.
I'm trying to make my chapters longer.
I'll try to update soon.
Twenty minutes, a teleport and lots of sedatives later they four X-Men (even though one of them was a girl), were settled in the Blackbird and ready for take off.
Then Kurt asked a question that was in the minds of the three younger mutants, "Uh, Logan, why did we use that many tranquilizers on … the new mutant? Uh, I mean, he was already unconscious, right? So what's the use?"
Scott and Kitty turned to look at Logan too.
"Because, due to his healing factor, he'll be conscious soon enough and then he will attack again." Logan said.
"Yeah, why did he attack the last time anyway?" Wondered Scott, "I mean, the new mutants are usually confused and scared but they've always before only tried to run, never attack."
"This case is different." Said Logan, simply.
"Different! How?" Kitty asked.
Logan was silent for the time in which the blackbird left the ground and was flying in the direction of the Xavier mansion.
"The boy brings back old memories." Logan said. There was silence again, then, "When I escaped from the Weapon X centre, my earliest memories after receiving the claws tell me that for a very long time I was confused and angry and I attacked anyone who came across me." Logan sighed, "The boy reminds me of that time, in both behavior and looks."
"Behavior I understand, but how does he resemble you in looks?" Scott pressed.
"That should be obvious one-eye." Logan said like he was talking to a small child who was being deliberately dense, "He is skinny, he should be hardly able to walk, as thin and tired he looks, but that might have to do with his healing factors. Then his clothes, those thin things are typical to a hospital or research facility but not prime outfit for outdoor activities not to mention that they are quite big on him. Also, have you taken a look at his feet?"
"His feet! What's wrong with them?" Scott asked.
"They're, like, totally covered in blood." Kitty whispered in response before Logan.
"Exactly." Said Logan.
"Well of course, he's not wearing any footwear, must have lost them in the way." Said Scott.
"Scott, you have seen his healing factor. He healed pretty fast when I stabbed him. The amount of blood shed was minimal. Even without footwear, the amount of dried blood on his feet, he would have to have been without them for at least a day and a half in the wilderness and seeing how much of his clothes survived, I think that he could not have been there for much longer than that."
"Oh." Was all Scott said.
The rest of the ride was spent in silence.
When the blackbird had been landed, Logan used two more tranquilizers on the comatose new mutant.
"Was that necessary?" Asked Scott.
"He was waking up." Answered Logan.
"So soon!" Exclaimed Scott, "We dosed him with enough tranquilizers to put a baby elephant down before starting."
"Healing factor." Logan replied shortly.
They stepped out of the jet, carrying the boy in a litter, to find Ororo Monroe commonly known to the X-Men as Storm, waiting for them.
"What happened?" She asked, coming to check up on the new mutant, "The professor told me you were bringing someone in."
"He attacked, was knocked out cold and we brought him on tranquilizers." Said Kurt in his usual joking manner.
Storm only looked at him and he started fidgeting from foot to foot.
"Very well, deposit him in the infirmary. We'll take a look at him."
Then she turned and walked back to the elevator to return to the main part of the mansion.
He was cold.
He was tied to a wooden table, he did not know how he knew that but he was sure of that, he was tied to a wooden table.
Two figures stood in the shadows to a side, conversing quietly, and looking at them, he felt a stab of fear.
Then one of the two figures returned to the table and he saw that it was a man. A man with a 'big' forehead.
"Enjoying yourself yet?" The man questioned and he shuddered.
"No?" The man said looking disappointed, "Well don't worry we have a lot of time and even if the designs don't stay, the feelings do."
And He took out a piece of wood, a 'stake' he mind said and drove it through his left palm.
He screamed...
And opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes, and heard someone screaming. He tried to look around, see who it was and realized that it was he who was screaming, the dream vivid in his mind, and the pain as clear as if the stake had just passed through his hand. He stopped himself, took a breath to calm himself, he was no longer in that cave from his dreams, and tried to remember how he had gotten here. He remembered four people, the big man threatening him. His anger at the threat, jumping at the man and then being stabbed, then it was all a blur.
He studied his surroundings and found them to be similar to ones he had last escaped from. He tried to get up and for the first time realized that he was tied down to a table. He remembered his dream and panicked.
He thrashed again the bindings, pulling at them and his screaming began anew. Then he heard a crash, turned to look and saw one of the four people from the forest coming in with a girl. His screaming stopped and an animalistic growl rose from his throat.
Jean Gray was walking with Scott Summers to the infirmary when they heard the scream, full of pain and anger. They immediately broke into a run. The scream stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The couple shared a look and then increased their speed. Then the second scream came, this one borne of panic rather than pain. They threw open the doors to the infirmary and rushed inside. The boy who was thrashing against his bonds and screaming turned to look at them with his unnatural eyes, and cut off his scream abruptly. He stilled and tensed and growled at them, showing slightly pointed teeth.
Jean took a moment to look at him, he was younger than her by a few years, nothing too extraordinary in looks but still quite nice. He had dark blackish red hair with the fading hints of a dark brown. His eyes were unnatural, like those of Remy Lebeau. Except that instead of a demonic red, his were an eerie blue with what looked like a slight silvery green highlights. The teeth he was showing them were slightly pointed, and then there were two very pointed and longer than natural incisors that looked more like fangs.
She cautiously stepped forward, and making her voice as gentle as she could, said, "Hey there. How are you?"
His growling stopped and he looked up at her confused.
"I know that you are scare and tired and confused," She continued, her voice still gently, "but you are safe here. Nobody can harm you, here."
The boy finally spoke, in a voice like a little boy's if dry and hoarse, "Nobody?"
"Nobody at all." She assured.
"Ok, now I will untie you if you promise to not attack." She said.
The boy nodded and she bent to untie him. When Scott spoke up from behind her, "Jean! What are you –?"
She cut him off with a mental message, 'It's alright Scott, we need his trust and the best way to do it is to show him some trust. But still, I've contacted Ororo, she'd be here in a moment.'
She finished untying the boy and he slowly got up.
"So, what's your name?" She asked him, still speaking softly.
"My name…?" He said as if wondering, "I…don't know." He said finally.
"You don't know?" She said surprised, "What do you remember?"
"I…woke up – in a place like this…and…ran away, before they could return."
Something about the way he said the word 'they' started ringing warning bells in her head. At that moment Storm arrived and quietly entered the infirmary. The boy's eyes flicked to her but then returned to Jean.
"Who 'they'?" She asked.
"I don't know." He admitted hesitantly, then continued, his voice growing stronger, "But I knew I had to escape."
Jean contacted the professor through her mind and informed him of her findings. The boy had apparently suffered some trauma and ran away. He also had lost his memories.
The professor said to bring the boy to him if possible.
"Do you think you can get up?" She asked the boy. He nodded and then proceeded to do just that. Jean turned to Storm and Scott, "Professor says to bring him to his office." She informed them.
Both of them nodded once. She told the boy to come with them and the four of them left for Professor Charles Xavier's office, the boy sticking close to Jean, and staying away from Scott.
Authors Note: Another chapter done. Thanks toHolyKnight, nutjobb, dwayne kimball and Love-Bites-Hardfor 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.
And to Love-Bites-Hard, Xander's friends don't hate him, they just thought he would be safer out of the Slayer gig. So there.
Thank you
The DarIm