If Wishes Were Horses...
Summery: There is always a sacrifice to be made but not usually one so willing to make it. With so few options and little to hold him Xander gives up all he knows to help a friend, unknowingly stumbling upon some answers to a mystery he has lived with all his life.
Pairings: (These are tentative groupings and are open to changes. If you have a preference or suggestions, feel free to comment.) Xander/Gambit. Andrew/Warren(Archangel). Logan/Oz. Spike/Kurt. Faith/? I would welcome any thoughts for her partner.
Chapter 2:
It was like someone had just lit a flare in his face. His eye was burning and the world had gone white until flecks of black started flashing crossing his line of vision. It took a few moments to realized that they were birds flying across a cloudy sky. A shift and a groan, that didn't come from him, alerted Xander to the fact that Andrew was laying partially on top of him. He sat up carefully, ignoring the sharp throb in his chest, and took in his surroundings. It was like they had fallen into a winter wonderland, the trees and ground covered with the deceptively heavy white fluff. Unsure of why he was barely feeling the cold he glanced down at their bodies and realized that D'Hoffryn had more heart than he was willing to admit. Andrew's simple outfit of jeans and a t-shirt had been complimented with fake-fur lined boots that came up to his shins, and a thick corduroy jacket. Xander had been given a well worn biker jacket that the American had to admit looked super cool.
He was forced out of his coat appreciation by the pained whimper of his companion. That was when he noticed that the once pretty scenery was rapidly shifting into a grotesque parody. Calmly, he grabbed Andrew's face between his hands, forcing his attention.
"Andrew, look at me. I need you to look at me and only me." he kept his tone firm, giving the boy-man little choice but to obey.
"It hurts." his shaky voice whispered, "It's stronger here."
"I know buddy, I know. I'm gonna help you. You just have to look at me, look at my eye. My eye and nothing else." Andrew did so with a little difficulty, "That's it. I need you to trust me now. M'not gonna let anything happen to you, understand? Something broke when we crossed over and I have to fix it. You trust me to fix it?"
"Y-you always f-f-fix things." glassy blue eyes never wavered from his single brown one.
"Good man." Following instincts he had had since childhood, Xander dove into the writhing mass that was Andrew's power. His consciousness swam through the eddying power until he reached the strings that attached to Andrew's core. Some strings were stretched to their limits, others broken. He let his talent take him over like he had when he had saved Buffy in the master's lair and Willow on Hangman's Bluff. The light that was always within him filled the gaps between the broken strings and reinforced the others. Only when they were all securely affixed to the core again did Xander take a metaphysical step back. He surveyed his work and realized that Andrew was right. They were stronger in this world, which meant he and Andy were more alike than he had imagined. Not even his efforts on Darth Willow had been to this scale. Instead of smoothing the natural flow he was actually manipulating the energy to fix the problem. Knowing that nothing like this ever came without a price, he wondered what the drawbacks would be. Gently, he pulled out again, flowing back into his own body once again, blinking twice to gain his bearings and focus on the awed baby blues beneath him.
"Hey man. I fixed it just like I promised." he felt it creeping up on him. The backlash. Apparently he was getting an echo of the Pain. "Don't tell anyone, Okay? This is just between us for now, right?"
"Xander?" Andrew's voice was uncertain.
"Do me a favour?" He raised his arms, displaying the leather clad oddities "Change my arms back, would you? I like working with wood and all but..."
His joke fell flat as a wave of pain crashed into his as he felt nonexistent strings snap deep within him and rebuild with flair of agony. He tried to bite back the tortured moan as all the pain Andrew would have felt was forced onto him. His focus shifted from the horrified face of his friend, now kneeling in front of him, to the sounds of booted feet hitting snow-turned-steel.
"Holy shit!" a young voice came from the human shaped being of ice.
"Hey folks." Xander greeted, fully aware that his words came out slurred, "Andy'll be right wit'cha in a minute after he fixes my lil' problem. 'M gonna pass out fo' a sec s'take care o' him. If you don't," even with his growing delirium, Xander made his voice as hard and focused as he could, startling more than a few, "neither heaven nor hell will accept you when I'm through with you."
With one last glare to the bewildered group, Xander let the pain take him.
"Xander?Xander?" Andrew called out again and again as the larger man's eye rolled to the back of his head and he finally collapsed onto the changed snow. Andy whirled panicked blue eyes on to the group surrounding them and started mumbling to himself. "Eye thing wont work. Girls are no. Ice person, not even. You!" he shouted, pointing at the gruff but normal looking man. "You have a power? What is it?"
"I heal." he answered lightly dazed. The pale face lit up.
"Perfect." Andy hopped to his feet and dashed over to grab the man's hand, diving into the pool Xander had helped him make as he studied the structure of the older male's genetic code. He ignored the questions from the strangers as he marvelled at how much easier it was to control. He had to remind himself that now was not the time for that sort of thing. Dropping the man's hand he scurried back to Xander, nearly tripping on his feet, to push back the leather sleeves to reveal the wood that had once been human flesh.
Carefully, he focused on the makeup of the arms and nearly cried. Everything up to the bones had been changed into ceder wood and it extended from his fingers to his elbows. Thankfully, the man he had studied was normal in everything but the bones and he didn't think Xander would appreciate metal bones. Starting on the muscles attached to the bones, he used Xander's and the stranger's genetic code as a template to reform them correctly, going so far as to tweak the his friends marrow to help with blood production. The healing abilities he was copying should be able to reverse any damages that had occurred during the time of mutation. If Xander managed to keep the ability then so much the better.
"What are you doing kid?" the sudden and gruff voice almost toppled his concentration. "You do all this?"
Andrew only spared him partial attention, "Got hurt, in my head. Lost control and started changing everything. Xander brought me back. Got his arms turned to wood for his trouble. Your normal, except for the bones, so I'm using your genetic code as a map to rebuild his arms."
"Good lord." the familiar expression almost made him lose the battle with his split focus but the lack of a British accent made him decide to investigate later.
"What's up, Doc?" Andrew tried really really hard not to laugh at the phrase. 'Doc', though, ignored the gruff man.
"Why use Mr. Logan's genetic code? Why not use the others?"
Andrew huffed impatiently as he moved onto the sinews and tendons. "Your powers are in your genetics. Girls wont work cause he's a guy. Ice guy is H²O crystallized in human form. Xan already has eye problems. Growly man was best. Most normal. The healing should fix the problems."
"Problems?"
"His bones didn't change so they still produced blood, feeding resistant wood that his muscles and capillaries had turned into. So I changed his marrow to produce the blood with the same healing ability as Growly man.
Logan growled that the nickname, causing Ice-man to snicker.
"You matched his code to Logan's"
"Nu-uh. Isolated and integrated the marker for healing and matched it to Xander's code, giving him the ability. Temporarily, I think."
"Do you realize the implications of this, child?" the whispered reprove made Andrew snort.
"Yeah," his gaze flickered to Growly man- Logan, flashing him a grin. "Congrats. It's a Boy." he would have savoured the slack jawed response if his patience had not run out by this point. "You done now? Cause my friend is hurting and I'm remaking his arms cell by cell and it takes allot of concentration that you guys are disrupting." the embarrassed silence that followed allowed Andrew to reach the dermis layer.
Sweat began to appear on his forehead as the overwhelming flow that he had been fighting for days started to fluctuate. With his inner balance fixed, the power was wavering, trying to adjust. He had to actively call out the power one moment and the next, hold back a tide that might kill Xander. He was rushed but he could not slack off. One wrong move and Xander's body would reject his own limbs. He vowed to himself that he would not fail because just this once he wanted to be the one to save Xander, not the other way around.
Reaching the epidermis, Andy never noticed that his breath was coming in short, thin gasps. The strangers were watching him with worry but dared not intrude. After what seemed like forever, Xander's arms were human again. He was shaking like a leaf in a gale storm when he dropped the hands but a proud smile spread across his face.
"I did it!" he exclaimed happily to Logan just before he collapsed in his arms.
"So..." Bobby tentatively broke the on going silence. "What just happened?"
"We have, in essence, found the mutant we were looking for." Hank provided, surreptitiously checking over the two unconscious males. "The blonde young man, Andrew I believe his friend named him, seems to be the Omega grade mutant we were told about. I assume that it was his loss of control that gave us our rather... unique surroundings." he waved a furred hand a the metallic forest.
"And the other boy?" Storm questioned. "He did say that this 'Xander' calmed down his outburst."
"Likely he just snapped him out of his panic, grounding him." Scott dismissed her question. "The professor didn't say anything about a second mutant. Let's just get them both on the jet and back to the mansion. When they wake up we can ask them ourselves." More than one person frowned at their leaders casual dismissal but they move like the cohesive unit they were and went with the new plan. Logan hefted Andrew while Hank gently lifted Xander and his luggage, while taking in the various scars he could see with growing worry. Bobby stared at the unconscious brunette for a long moment as they walked before voicing the question that he had been holding in for a while.
"Who name's their kid 'Xander'?"
Alexander Harris woke in his usual, non threatened, way. His threatened way was instantaneous, on his feet with a weapon in his hand before he even opened his eye. His non-threatened way was a gradual catalogue of his body and it's natural functions. Like a rolling twitch, he tensed and relaxed his muscles from his toes to the balls of his feet, to the heel to the calf then thighs and onwards. All confirming reactions told him he still had all his limbs and they were in working order, though he did find a few aches in his arms and back. Next on the roster was his senses which were easier but took just a little longer. He felt the softness of the sheets covering him and under his hands so his sense of touch was fine. The taste in his mouth told him he really needed to brush, morning breath was something he had learned to ignored in Africa but he would really rather not. The beeping and soft hum of machines told him that he was in an urban area while the multitude of soft footsteps said it was well populated. A subtle intake of breath filled his nose with the smell of antiseptic and metal and he knew he was in a hospital or infirmary of some sort, only there was no scent of sickness or death. The soft red haze on half of his vision proved that he could still see and that wherever he had found himself was well lit. In the seconds it took hims to test and catalogue the state of his body, Xander determined that he was in a relatively safe place and his bladder was encouraging his immediate movement.
Stretching, he yawned until his jaw cracked and sat up, taking in the details of the room. Metal floors and walls backed state of the art computer equipment and obvious hospital based machinery. He was sitting on a hospital bed with the railing down but he was thankfully still dressed in his original clothing, sans his leather vest. The one thing he hated most about hospitals were the gowns. Xander was, however, loathed to put his bare feet on what looked to be a very chilly floor.
"Ah!" a voice startled him, "You have decided to rejoin us in the land of the conscious! Your friend woke quite some time ago."
The Californian blinked once, twice, and almost a third time at the sight that greeted him. The doctor, for the extra large lab coat gave him away, seemed to ready himself for some kind of reaction, barely holding off a small sigh.
"Huh." he shook off his mild shock and extended his hand. "Alexander Harris, most call me Xander. You always been blue?"
A little thrown, the doctor took the offered limb in his own meaty blue paw. "Hank McCoy. You may call me Hank, if you like. To answer your question, no, I have not always been blue. My appearance changed when my mutant gene activated."
"Mutant, huh?"
"Indeed, though I had an interesting conversation with your compatriot whilst trying to convince him that I am, in a sense, human."
"I'm still not totally convinced." Andrew cut in petulantly.
"Hey Andy." Xander greeted, slipping on a long sleeve shirt he had noticed folded on a nearby chair. It was tighter than he liked but his vest fit over it fine so it would do for now. "Nice work on my arms. I'd check to see if I could still play the piano, but I never could in the first place. Anyways, Doc's not a demon."
"Really? Alright." He shuffled into the room, suddenly shy. "You... you okay?"
Xander took in the fidgety, puppy-whipped stance and beckoned him forward with a sigh. Once in range, he ruffled the blonde mop of hair. "You did good Andy."
"But I-"
"Had allot of power thrust onto you suddenly." Xander cut him off. "Even with your track record you tried to hold it back for weeks. That was to protect the girls, wasn't it?" he got a nod.
"It was reacting to everything I thought of. You know that cat- well maybe you don't- but there was this cat that one of the girls had brought in. It was mean and bitey. I named it Palpatine 'cause it was evil with a capital 'E'. It got into the library and was using the books as scratching posts and I got mad. The girls were gonna blame me, I just knew it, so I was angry and I thought that if Palpi was just air then it would stop wrecking things. Then he got all grey and misty and fell through the stacks. I turned him into a ghost cat. I tried changing him back but he kept running away." He finally took a breath after at a pause in his babbling rant, the arm around his shoulders calming the smaller male. "Then-then I thought 'What would happen if I got mad at one of the girls?' or had one of those dreams you told me to never talk about and one of the girls turned into a bionic stripper or something." They didn't see it but both of Hanks eyebrows shot up at the admission. "I couldn't let that happen so I held it in but it didn't stop and everything was hurting and I thought I was going to die. No one could help so I kept calling for you cause I wanted to see you at least once so I could tell Anya how you've been, and you came." he finished in a whisper.
Xander pulled the shaking boy into a full hug, tucking Andrew's head under his chin, "Like I said, you did good. Don't worry about the cat, you probably saved his life. Now if Giles had caught it messing with the books..."
"We'd be cleaning up kitty bits for weeks." Both males shuddered.
"Better now?"
"Yeah."
"Power stable?"
"Yeah."
"Then we're good. You met the residents besides the Doc yet?
"Not really. Mr. McCoy is like a non-British blue Giles though."
"High praise."
"Excuse me," a confused Doctor cut in, "I was under the impression that until recently the young man was convince that I was some breed of demon."
"Well you look like a demon but I never said you were bad." Andrew huffed, pulling away from the hug. "Besides, Xander said you're not so you've got to be some kind of human."
"And his words carry so much sway?" a new voice cut in. The two Sunnydalers turned to see a man with odd goggles standing in the doorway.
"Well yeah." Andrew's look clearly said that the fact was obvious.
"Scott! How nice of you to stop by. Is it business or pleasure today?"
"Business, Hank. The professor wants to meet our guests. Are they fit to move?"
Hank checked one of the displays on his computers as it had updated. "Their overall health is surprisingly good, considering how we found them. You two boys are free to leave but feel welcome to visit any time. I am more than a little eager to hear more about these demons you keep speaking of."
Leaving them with a toothy smile, the furred blue man turned back to his computers while they followed the stoic man out of the infirmary. Andrew stared in awe at the building, babbling out questions faster than the man could answer them. Xander kept his silence, not too sure about the man who hadn't even introduced himself, and just admired the architecture as only an ex-foreman could. What really drew his eye, however, were the ornate double doors that they were walking towards. Thick mahogany that was intricately carved and varnished to a low shine, it was a beautiful piece of work that he would have preferred to study longer.
"Come in Scott." A kind voice filtered from behind said door before 'Scott' had a chance to knock.
"Okay, that was creepy." Andrew whispered to Xander. The room they entered wasn't packed with people, but there was enough to make the large room feel cramped. The focus, at the head of the group, was the man sitting at the desk in front of a large arched glass window. Obviously, he was the leader of the group.
"I apologize. It is a habit I have found hard to break, considering my power."
"And, um... what's your power?" Andrew asked haltingly.
"Telepathy." the reaction was immediate, the two Scoobies slammed their shields up around their minds. The Professor blinked a few times while a red haired woman staggered as if she had been slapped, 'Scott' was by her side in an instant.
"Your defences are formidable." Xander noted that the man did not see upset that he no longer had access to their thoughts, though he was suspicious of the woman's reaction.
"We have had experience with telepaths and more than enough reason to distrust them." Xander's reply got an understanding nod.
"I asked you both here to invite you, Andrew, to join our school. Here we allow children and young adults, like yourself, to learn how to control their powers in a safe environment."
"Uh, that sounds great and all..." he glanced at Xander briefly, who nodded for him to continue, "but who are you?"
That drew the telepath up short. "Oh my. How rude of me. I suppose introductions all around are in order." he came out from behind the desk, that's when the two Sunnydalers saw the wheelchair. "I am Charles Xavier, the founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Children. Most in the room are teachers here while the others are either students or affiliates. The woman to my right with the white hair is Ororo Monroe, her gift is the control over the weather based elements. The man to her right is Logan, and he has a healing factor."
"You can heal from anything?" Xander was genuinely interested, wondering if the man could even heal from a turning. He barely twitched, unlike Andrew who nearly jumped two feet in the air, when three silver blades erupted from between Logan's knuckles.
"As far as I know." the gravely voice answered. The shorted man had a distinct animalistic feel about him.
The Professor carried on. "The young man beside him is Bobby Drake. He has full control over ice to the point where he can change his own body into the element. To my left, starting with the man closest to you, is Piotre Rasputin. He can turn his body into steel. The young lady is Rouge, who has the ability to absorb thoughts, memories and powers through skin contact. The fellow leaning against the mantle is Remy Lebeau, our resident Cajun. He can charge objects with kinetic energy, making them explode. Lastly, the couple to my left are Scott and Jean Summers." Xander and Andrew exchanged a quick glance, "Scott has optic beams constantly shooting out of his eyes, hence the ruby quartz glasses, and Jean is another telepath with telekinetic abilities."
"Neat." Andrew beamed. Xander let him do the talking as he watched the Summers couple carefully. Her abilities explained her reactions earlier as she must have been attempting to read them when they put up the shields. She didn't get too far, obviously, as she would be in allot more pain if she had, but it was still an invasion of privacy that he did not appreciate. He would withhold judgement for now, at least until they proved that they would do Andy more harm than good, but he wouldn't trust them to care for him without Xander there to make sure. That decided, he refocused on his charge. "My names Andrew Wells and I can change the molecular structure of things."
"Xander Harris," he answered the questioning eyes when they swung to him. "One time carpenter and all around handy man. I fix things."
"And your powers?" Ororo ventured politely. Xander gave her an indulgent smile.
"I've never been one to have the crazy but useful powers. Though it is said that my comedic timing and witty repartee could fell nations." his grin was roguish, earning him her soft laughter.
Xavier chuckled. "Yes, Hank did mention that the mutant gene that you inherited from Logan was dormant to the point that you are what we would call a Flat-scan."
"Hold up. Inherited?" his single brown eye focused on the fierce male, who he found was watching him with equal intensity. Then he saw Andrew shift nervously. "Andy?"
The smaller male wasted no time to burst into a fast paced rambling explanation, "When I fixed your arms I didn't have any experience with human anatomy besides the time Tucker made me help with his zombie girlfriend but that wouldn't help you so I used that guy as template because I needed a viable reference only I couldn't will your arms flesh again cause it is harder than you thing and there is a lot going on in there what with the muscles and lymphatic system and other stuff and so many things could have gone wrong, then he said he had a healing thing so I decided to add that in to help fix any damages that might crop up but to do that I had to partially match your genetic code to his and it worked, though I was hoping it would stay because you get hurt allot, usually saving one of the girls or a town or something but it turned dormant after it finished adapting your arms because the biggest problem was your body rejecting the limbs because they weren't exactly the same and I never ever ever want to do something like that again!" he sucked in a deep breath, signalling he was finished, and Xander just waited for him to stop panting. He had to admit that the kid was almost on par with one of Willow's babbles, though he still had a ways to go.
"I'm not like, his clone or anything, am I?"
"No! No, just a partial similarity like a relative. Since her was the basis it's kind of like-"
"A parent." Xander relaxed, all the dangerous hostility he had been unconsciously directing towards Logan vanished abruptly. He gave the man a once over, "Well your not drunk so your already miles above my other parents, Pops." the man growled at the nickname.
"Due to the nature of the school, "Xavier cut in before Logan could start a fight, and after he recovered from his first introduction to Scoobie-Speak, " it is rare that we have non-mutants staying here. You are welcome for however long you wish."
"As long as the twerp wants me around, I'll stay. "He ruffled the blonde hair and made him blush. "How much for room and board?"
"No need to pay, Mr. Harris."
"Nu-uh. If I'm gonna be eating your food and taking up space that some other kid could be getting then I'm going to pay for it. Like you said, I'm not one of your people and I am not going to be a charity case. I don't have a job but I can work around this place, fix what's broken."
"He can teach." Andrew decided to be helpful.
"I can what? I can't help with kids powers, remember? What I did for you was just a stopgap method till we could get you real help."
Andrew ignored him, "This is a school, right? You teach normal stuff too?" Xavier nodded, amused and curious as to where this was going. "He can teach languages then, or shop class, or self defence, or surviving in the wild, or-" Xander's hand slapped over his mouth, silencing him.
"They get the point, Andy." Questioning blue eyes of the professor focused on Xander again. He sighed. "I've been learning different languages since I was fifteen so I know allot but I am self taught, not certified to teach anyone. Self Defence isn't really what I do. Again, I am self taught so I fight dirty, which is what is usually needed to survive." more than one eyebrow rose in the crowd. "Survival is what I do. I was called back from Africa to help Andy but I have done a stint in Brazil and the Sahara." He noticed that Ms. Monroe had perked up at the mention of Africa.
"I am sure we can find something for you, if you insist. I however would like to hear more about these demons that Andrew spoke of." Xander could feel the scepticism from most in the room, but none from Xavier.
"That reminds me," he released the blonde, "Why did you think that Doc was a demon? You should be able to tell by now."
"Well he looks like a Pith'var demon."
"Pith'var? Are you nuts? He never would have survived past birth if he was."
"I thought they were blue." Xander pinched his nose in frustration, realizing that if he had glasses he would be cleaning them by now.
He settled himself into a lecture mode that he had copied off of Giles. "Pith'var demons are a spartan based culture when it comes to births. Yes they are all blue but it is the shade of blue that defines them. If the colour is of the fur is off, the child is torn apart and eaten by the mother to purify her body for the next birth. No exceptions. If she has a second child of off colour than the mother is shunned to the point where she takes her own life. If a male begets two of off colour, as the race is not monogamous and tends to vary their partners, then he is castrated and sent to another clan to rear the communal children. Rarely do the children know who their actual parents are. For the entire race, their fur is much darker than the Doc's and they are about a foot shorter. Distinguishing features, besides the fur, are the extra dewclaws on their hands and feet that contain a paralysing toxin and the bone ridges along their jawlines. Males have more ornate patterns of ridges than females and that is really the only way to tell which gender they are. Now do you see why the Doc can't be one?"
Andrew nodded, putting away the small notebook that he had taken out while Xander was speaking. Both returned their attention to the mutants, to find them all staring in various stages of horror or shock.
"You though the Hankmiester was some kind of monster?" the Ice man, Bobby, spat.
"Doc?" Xander laughed, "No way. Pith'var are peace loving creatures that focus on healing and preservation of the environment. I spent a two months with a nomad tribe a few years ago learning about herbal lore and how to harvest wild vegetables."
"But you said-"
"The shade of their fur indicates their mental stability. Those born with lighter fur slip into murderous rages when they reach their majority within four years. The last recorded incident was three hundred years ago when a mother died at birth while alone. The child was raised by another peace based clan of demons that had found it. They didn't know about the imbalance until it snapped one day. The Pith'var demon wiped out the clan and devastated two villages before it was stopped."
"Recorded where?" Scott cut in angrily.
"Think we should tell them?" Andrew asked quietly. Xander shrugged.
"Not much that they can do. Go ahead."
Andrew cleared his throat gently, drinking in the attention of those in the room. Xander knew he loved doing this part of the reveal. "The world is older than you know-"
"Abbreviated, Andy." Xander cut in before he could really get rolling.
"We're from a different dimension." the blunt statement left the group blinking and Xander palming his face. He had to wonder if this was what Giles had always felt.
"Not that abbreviated, you geek." he decided to take over, looking at the only mutant he was sure he could trust, Xavier. "In our world I don't think there are allot of mutants so there is no place for them to train safely. Instead we have magic and demons. When Andrew manifested it was thought to be a flare up of magic he had used in his past but by the time the mistake was realized there was little that could be done. That's when I was brought in and I called in some debts to have us sent to a place where he could get help. That is how we ended up here, only the transfer from one dimension to another caused his power to spike and you saw the result."
"Who owed you the debts?" Logan asked.
"A Demon Lord."
"An' why," a heavily accented voice came from the far end of the room. The Cajun stepped forward, drawing Xander's unwilling gazed with his smooth gait. "would a Demon Lord owe a lowly 'uman somet'ing?"
"Xander got the markers form Anya. She left him everything." Andrew saved him from spouting something stupid in the face of the attractive male.
"Who was she to be so special? And what were you ta her?" Rogue asked in her southern drawl. Xander twitched in irritation at her disrespectful tone but held himself back. She didn't know the whole story so he couldn't fully blame her.
"She was my ex-fiance." Xander's voice was hard and he tried not to be pleased when she flinched. He softened when he saw Andrew's head drop, he put his hand on the bowed head in comfort. "She was once known as Anyanka, Patron Saint of Scorned Women."
The red eyed Cajun sucked in a sharp breath, "Merdre! You be one brave man, homme."
"Remy?" Storm asked quietly.
"Stories o' demons t'aint so rare in de Bayou." Xander's gaze was now firmly focused on the Cajun but it had shifted from admiring to calculating. "De petit homme speaks o' vengeance demons. It be wishes dey answer but..."
"Never the way you want them to." Xander finished for him. "Unless, of course, your wish is particularly vicious." the grin he flashed was anything but nice.
"And you wanted to marry her? Did she break it off? Is that how you lost your eye?" Bobby fired off one question after another.
The carpenter snorted. "She was human when we were getting married, she had lost her powers years before. I guess you could say I broke it off when I left her at the alter," Remy openly gaped at him, "but that is what got her powers back. No, she did not take my eye, that happened later, but she did try to turn me into a woman. She later decided that my penis was too nice and useful to damage or remove in anyway." he was glad that said Wish Demon had desensitized him to comments like that cause it was worth it to see the blushes on the faces of over half the room. Scott and Bobby included.
"She came back later." Andrew was also unfazed by such talks, living in a building with dozens of horny Warrior Girls. "To help fight the good fight. Her and Xan were trying again until..." Xander knew why he couldn't continue.
"Well, it's not like this has any relevance to our situation." He headed off any more questions gently, the look in his eye telling them that they would get nothing more from either of them on the subject. "We are here now and we can't leave this world. If nothing has changed, could we get a room or something? I haven't really slept in about a week and Andy just woke up from a forced coma. A good, real rest is looking mighty good right now."
Xavier smiled faintly, "Yes. Hank mentioned you would need to rest. Bobby, please show then to their rooms. You two will be neighbours so do not worry about being separated."
"Cool." Andrew's grin was interrupted by a large yawn.
"Time for bed kiddo." Xander nodded to those in the room absently as his whole focused turned to the drowsy man. He gently guided Andy out the door, Bobby at their heels. Xander's voice drifted back into the room through the closing doors. "Hey Frosty, where's your washrooms?"
"Well," Xavier broke the rare silence that had fallen over his X-men, "I believe that congratulations are in order."
"Professor?" Scott frowned at their leader.
"You have a very interesting son, Logan." More than one person snickered at the bewildered look on the Canadians face.
AN: So there is the latest chapter. As always, if you see a mistake or have an issue with the content please tell me and I'll address it if I can. As you can see Xander is a bit more responsible in this than he is in the show but I try to keep him in character. Plus there are some things that are making him so attached to Andy that I will explain, likely in the next chapter. Sorry for taking so long in updating and I know it is the same for my other stories but I get to them when I can.
Until next time.
-Nys-