Part III: Willow
I was still sleepy cause I'd gone to bed only an hour ago. I know it's a little weird, a high school girl going to bed before she absolutely has to? But fighting the good fight requires drastic measures. Like getting over your fear of heights so you're able to get out of the house by climbing the tree outside your window, and giving up evening television. However I was aware enough to be surprised by Xander showing up here, now. After all he was going to see me in a couple hours for patrol. Hence, my questioning of his motives.
He just stood there for a moment and I took the time to have a good look at him. He looked. tensey? His Chinese imitation red dragon patterned shirt was unbuttoned and hung open to show the white tee underneath and he wore black jeans over combat boots, clothes I could have sworn were practically unwrinklable, yet they looked very crinkly. His whole body seemed to vibrate in place; he looked like a racehorse getting ready to bolt. ^I don't think I've ever seen him like this.^ Deep in my stomach fear began to churn.
"Xander?" I asked worried. I didn't move afraid that if I did he'd really bolt. I just kept my eyes locked on him trying to keep him in here, to get him to tell me what was bothering him, by pure force of will. I looked into his eyes and saw doubt, something that took my breath away. Xander is one of those people who makes decisions then lives with the consequences. He doesn't think; he dives in. Unlike me who comes up with a thousand things before hand that can go wrong, one of the reasons I've got stage fright bad enough to kill a field mouse.
Xander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm a mutant." He said laboriously without even opening his eyes. "My father's a mutant and I just found out who he really is. I need you to help me find him."
I've known Xander since kindergarten. He was the guy who pulled me out of the sandbox and dusted me off after Timmy the playground bully pushed me in it after calling me a sissy poopy face. I was crying and he said that while Timmy might now more about poop than anyone my face more like a strawberry with it all red and brown spotty. It wasn't as clever as the sophisticated one-liners he'd one day throw out but it made me stop. When Cordelia became the queen of the school and judged me the lowest of the low he was there to dry my tears again. He did the Snoopy dance in my living room every Thanksgiving. He held me the night after Jessie died and I collapsed unable to deny the truth any more. He was always there. I loved him, more if I was truthful, than my own family. And I certainly trusted him more than any human being on the planet.
So I blinked added this new piece of information to the collage of Xander facts that made him who he was and made a mental note for some time to get hysterical later. Xander opened his eyes and just looked at me begging me silently to say something that would make everything the same. ^Danger Will Rosenson! Danger!^
I was still sleepy cause I'd gone to bed only an hour ago. I know it's a little weird, a high school girl going to bed before she absolutely has to? But fighting the good fight requires drastic measures. Like getting over your fear of heights so you're able to get out of the house by climbing the tree outside your window, and giving up evening television. However I was aware enough to be surprised by Xander showing up here, now. After all he was going to see me in a couple hours for patrol. Hence, my questioning of his motives.
He just stood there for a moment and I took the time to have a good look at him. He looked. tensey? His Chinese imitation red dragon patterned shirt was unbuttoned and hung open to show the white tee underneath and he wore black jeans over combat boots, clothes I could have sworn were practically unwrinklable, yet they looked very crinkly. His whole body seemed to vibrate in place; he looked like a racehorse getting ready to bolt. ^I don't think I've ever seen him like this.^ Deep in my stomach fear began to churn.
"Xander?" I asked worried. I didn't move afraid that if I did he'd really bolt. I just kept my eyes locked on him trying to keep him in here, to get him to tell me what was bothering him, by pure force of will. I looked into his eyes and saw doubt, something that took my breath away. Xander is one of those people who makes decisions then lives with the consequences. He doesn't think; he dives in. Unlike me who comes up with a thousand things before hand that can go wrong, one of the reasons I've got stage fright bad enough to kill a field mouse.
Xander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm a mutant." He said laboriously without even opening his eyes. "My father's a mutant and I just found out who he really is. I need you to help me find him."
I've known Xander since kindergarten. He was the guy who pulled me out of the sandbox and dusted me off after Timmy the playground bully pushed me in it after calling me a sissy poopy face. I was crying and he said that while Timmy might now more about poop than anyone my face more like a strawberry with it all red and brown spotty. It wasn't as clever as the sophisticated one-liners he'd one day throw out but it made me stop. When Cordelia became the queen of the school and judged me the lowest of the low he was there to dry my tears again. He did the Snoopy dance in my living room every Thanksgiving. He held me the night after Jessie died and I collapsed unable to deny the truth any more. He was always there. I loved him, more if I was truthful, than my own family. And I certainly trusted him more than any human being on the planet.
So I blinked added this new piece of information to the collage of Xander facts that made him who he was and made a mental note for some time to get hysterical later. Xander opened his eyes and just looked at me begging me silently to say something that would make everything the same. ^Danger Will Rosenson! Danger!^