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Excerpts from the Journal of Alexander Harris

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Summary: Crossover with SU2 and Black Mask

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Excerpts from the Journal of Alexander Harris

Title: Excerpts from the Journal of Alexander Harris

Author: Kevin Matsumoto

E-mail: matsumotk010@h...

Distribution: If anyone wants to take the trouble, be my guest.
Just let me know where to look. (Mostly so I can find other fic
:) )

Timeline: Before the whole ADAM thing.

Feedback: Is the only pay I get for this. Be Nice. :)

Pairing: Supposed to be B/X but I'm not sure the characters are going
to cooperate.

Disclaimer: I Own Nothing involved in this.

Summary: This was an experiment in writing first person stuff that
got a little weird and out of control. Basically it's a Xander joins
the army story with X-overs including Black Mask and SU-2

Pt 01/?

From the Journal of Alexander Harris.

The Psych doc tells me that I should restart this journal. He claims
it helped keep me sane during the worst times. The G-Man is on my
case, too, to tell all of the story. He wants me to rewrite all of
my journals that were lost when the base blew. He says. `I owe it to
future generations' to write down what happened". Yeah, like future
generations are really going to care to read the diary of a trooper
when they can read all about the Slayer and her role in the war. Oh
well, Doctor's orders.

Where do I start? I suppose I should start at the beginning. How
does it go again? "In the beginning there was darknessā€¦" Nah, too
far back. Besides everyone knows this part, how the demons and all
the oldie moldy big baddies were driven out. How about the first
time I ever saw the love of my life? Of course, every one else
either calls her Buffy or "The Slayer". Should I write about how I
literally fell head over heels for her?

Nah, I think I'd better start with the Project. Seven oh-one.
Nicknamed "The Captain America Project" by some wag in R&D. It was
the government's attempt to create a perfect soldier. Faster and
stronger than any human has a right to be, the 701's were the fast
track soldiers of tomorrow. Then they started to freak. OK, I'm not
a med-tech so I don't know the medical slang for what happened to
them. All I know, is that by the time it was over, the original 701
project was shut down.

So what does this have to do with me? At the time, not much. I was
still doing the construction thing, when the last of the 701's bit
the big one. Then Anya died.

Sunnydale, CA
December 12, 1999

"You do know that you don't have to come with us, right?" Xander
asked Anya as they hurried down the nearly deserted street.

"I know," Anya answered tartly. "I really do want to go with you, I
just don't see why we're in such a rush!"

"We're in a rush because you made us late," Xander said as they
turned the corner of Buffy's dorm.

"*I* made us late!?" Anya asked stunned. "Who kept mumbling `five
more minutes,' then kept trying to bury himself in the blankets?"

"You didn't have to listen to me," Xander replied, turning his head
to look at Anya as he spoke. As a result, he plowed straight into
Buffy and Willow as they stepped out of the dorm.

"WATCH OUT!" Buffy managed to yell just before the collision.
Willow tried to dodge but wound up taking the brunt of the impact.

"Omigod!" Xander bent down to help the red head up. "Will, are you
OK?"

"Fine," Willow replied, "What's the rush?"

"We're late?" Xander sounded very unsure of himself.

"S'okay, we're running late too," Buffy shrugged.

"I told you we didn't have to run!" Anya delivered a solid whack to
Xander's right arm.

"OW!" Xander rubbed his arm, "No violence! That's Buffy's
department."

"Hey!" Buffy mock glared at Xander. "I don't always resort to
violence."

Willow looked from Xander to Buffy and back again. Something about
this conversation sounded familiar. Suddenly her eyes widened as the
memory surfaced. Slowly she reached out and patted Buffy
sympathetically on the shoulder. "Just so long as you believe that."

"Hey..." Buffy started to object then realized what Willow was doing
and started to giggle. After a moment Willow and Xander joined in.

"OK now I'm getting freaked." Anya looked like she was about to run.

"Relax," Buffy said between giggles. "We haven't... hmph... we
haven't been possessed. We're just having a... nostalgia attack."

"Oh," Anya rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Whatever. Can we go now?"

All three friends started giggling again as images of Cordelia
suddenly flashed into their minds. Anya gritted her teeth and
started walking.

"Anya! Wait up!" Xander and the others tried to catch up to the irate
ex-demon. As they neared, she slowed a bit and waited for them. She
turned to glare at them, her foot tapping out an irritated beat on
the sidewalk pavement.

"What's the matter?" Xander asked.

"I don't like being laughed at."

"We weren't laughing at you..." Xander replied, "Well, I mean we were
but not actually..." He turned to Buffy and Willow. "Help me out?
Please?"

"It wasn't you," Buffy finally took pity on Xander. "It's just... We
were laughing about something that happened when we first met. Then
you went totally Cordelia on us and we just couldn't help laughing."

"Oh," Anya looked mollified for a moment, before she remembered what
Cordelia was like. "HEY!"

"It was just for a second." Xander tried to calm his girlfriend down.

Their impending argument was cut off by the sound of screeching
tires. The four Scoobies turned to see an SUV heading straight for
them. Xander grabbed Anya's arm, trying to pull her to safety, when
the SUV corrected, overcompensated, then went into a spin.

For a brief moment, it looked like the SUV might miss Anya and
Xander. Then the tail end of the vehicle clipped the two teens as
they tried to dodge out of the way. The impact sent Xander flying
into the bushes less than five feet away. Anya was thrown along the
sidewalk and landed with the sickening sound of breaking bones.

Sunnydale Hospital
2 hours later.

"The Doctor say's he's not too badly hurt, just a minor concussion
and some heavy contusions." A soft female voice was the first thing
Xander heard as he started to wake up.

"Anya?" Xander thought groggily as he became more coherent. "No..
Will."

"Xander?!" Buffy's voice came from somewhere to Xander's right and he
tried to turn his head.

"AHH!!!" Xander couldn't keep the scream from escaping his lips as a
searing pain made his head throb.

"Easy son." The reassuring voice tried to soothe him. "We're giving
you something for the pain."

"I... I thought you...you weren't supposed to give painkillers to
someone with ah... a head injury?"

Xander smiled despite the pain. You could always recognize Giles'
voice, if only from the stammer.

"The concussion wasn't that severe, and Mr. Harris needs to rest."
Xander finally realized that the new voice was the Doctor in charge.
He felt his eyelids becoming heavy as exhaustion began taking over.

"How's Anya?" He asked softly. Through his drooping eyelids he got a
glimpse of Buffy's face, the profound look of sadness bothered
him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Xander."

"What are you trying...?" Despite the sudden surge of apprehension,
Xander's eyelids became too heavy and he drifted off again.

**************************************************

I wish I could say I screamed or yelled or at least moaned, when I
heard that Anya was dead. But the truth is, by the time the
painkillers wore off and reality really sunk in, I was just numb. I
guess it was about the time I was getting out of the hospital that I
made my decision.

End Pt. 1
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