A/N I will be getting to the Xander Executioner part of the story before too much longer. But I have to deal with the fallout from the wish. I needed a reason why the wish couldn't be reversed and the Powers using it as an opportunity to change the Watchers' treatment of the Slayer and Potentials is how I'm choosing to do it. And what we know of the Watchers treatment from canon is bad. 😠

Buffy suffered from at the very least depression throughout the run of the show. She ran away physically once in canon and mentally after Dawn was taken by Glory. And let's not forget the Normal Again episode. I've mentioned her extremely unhealthy relationships in previous stories and yes, whether fans want to believe it or not, that primarily refers to Angel, Spike and Giles. There will be fallout from Buffy's current condition as well.

The Watchers Council needs serious work but most of that will be 'off camera' and only periodically mentioned. And what to do with the Executioner Potentials, because I really don't see Xander being willing to let them be treated like the three Slayers he's personally known have been treated do you? Me either.

I only read the first Anita book and wasn't really impressed, what little else I know comes from the wiki. All Xander has is the knowledge and skills she had in the first book, including her natural necromancer power, he won't be gaining any of the powers she got in later books.

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"Yo, X." Faith called to Xander as she made her way through the school parking lot a couple days later. She'd taken the time to think about everything and come to some conclusions.

"Faith." He acknowledged as he walked Cordelia to her car after class.

"You want to go hunting and test out your skills for real?"

"If you're asking if I feel compelled to hunt the way Slayers are, than no, I don't. If you're asking if I'd like to hunt with you, sure. You've been a Slayer since May, right? Like five months or so? You think you can help me figure out how to actually be an Executioner?"

"You be careful." Cordelia ordered. "The last thing I need is worry lines from you stressing me out by being stupid."

Xander grinned, Cordelia was unique that was for sure and what might seem like a self centered comment was actually a roundabout way of saying she was concerned about him, he knew her well enough to know that. "I promise, Cor, I'll limit any stupid stunts to absolute life saving necessity."

"That's the only time it's acceptable. Especially when it's my life in danger." She grinned back.

"You two get any sweeter and you'll rot my teeth." Faith rolled her eyes, she'd never met a couple like Xander and Cordelia.

"The only sweet thing I like is Twinkies." Xander informed her. "Cordy isn't sweet, she's sharp brained, sharp witted and sharp tongued."

"You'd know the state of her tongue better I would." Xander blinked at the casual comment and wrestled his teenage mind out of the gutter with an act of will and a sharp elbow from Cordelia, who knew well where his mind had just gone.

"How about we meet up at the Bronze near dark?" Xander suggested. "While the cold, dead feeling I got when I sensed Angel is gross, I would like to find out what this control thing means and what I can do with that."

"When I sense a vamp, I get a tingle up my spine." Faith told him. "And my brain goes on alert. I think, just based on your description, that I prefer my way of sensing to yours."

"Not going to argue because yours sounds better too." Xander agreed with a grimace. He held Cordelia's car door open for her.

"Do you need a ride somewhere, Faith?" Cordelia asked before climbing into her car.

"Naw, I'm good. See you guys later." She headed off to get something to eat as Xander rounded Cordelia's car and climbed in the passenger side. She dropped him off at his house and he grimaced himself at the thought of the state his parents were probably in. Avoiding them would make for a quieter night. He made himself some sandwiches and took them to his room to work on homework.

On the outskirts of Sunnydale a drunk Spike, driving a beat up DeSoto with black paint over most of the window surface ran over the welcome to Sunnydale sign for the second time. Being late November it was already dark out. Spike staggered out of the car, obviously very drunk and fell down by the toppled over sign. "Drusilla! I'm home. Oh that's right, bitch left me. Because of Angelus. And the Slayer." He staggered back up and headed back to the car, clumsily sliding back into the drivers seat. "First stop, Angelus' place. Gonna have us a little reunion. Than I'm going to have a word with the Slayer."

He pulled up to the burned out factory and blearily looked around at the burned out space. "Oh, forgot. Angelus pissed off the Watcher and we had to move. Where'd we move too?" Spike thought very hard about that question, the alcohol making thinking a very difficult task before coming up with the answer. "Oh, the big Mansion Dru liked so much." He frowned. "Where they had that Acathla thing. Don't like that thing. Well, still got to have myself a word with Angelus." How Spike managed to drive there and not cause an accident in his condition is best left to the imagination. But then he'd driven pretty much all the way from where he'd last seen Drusilla drunk, so he managed somehow and arrived at the Mansion. Only to find it empty and a pulverized statue of the stone Acathla on the floor, chains on the wall and no sign of his Grandsire. Which was weird because Drusilla, a Seer who'd never been wrong, had told him that her 'not Daddy', her weird way of referring to Angel, was in Sunnydale before he'd left. "Must just be out, I'll wait for him to come back." He flopped down on his old bed and passed out. He needed to be sober before he destroyed Angel and the Slayer.