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This story is No. 2 in the series "Misprints and Misunderstanding". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When Xander's headaches turn out to be something less than mundane, the dynamics of the Scoobies shift. New friends and a new prophecy keep things interesting. Oz/Xander pairing, Spike/OC, Greg/OC. Buffy bashing included THIS IS ABANDONED

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other Slash
Multiple Crossings > Spike-Centered
slytherinwithwingsFR183443,24417270182,45012 Jul 078 Apr 09No

In Which Violence Commences

Chapter 16 In Which Violence Commences.
One week after the events of Chapter 15



Xander did it. He finally quit his job. With Immortal training, patrolling, researching, and keeping the peace between Scoobies, Immortals, and whatever classification Spike fell under, he was just too tired to work when his Teacher was essentially paying for his living anyway. He was adding a few online classes to his schedule, just basics until he could find a place to learn more about carpentry than what he’d picked up from construction work and years of turning harmless sticks in to weapons for fighting the masses of evil undead.

He sighed, walking home, hands in his pocket, looking for all the world like a bored college kid without a clue but drowning in angst. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he straightened and made his stride a bit more purposeful. He was NOT a spoiled angsty college kid with a big ole world-owes-me chip on his shoulder. He was a Scooby, an Immortal, and…and…Xander! Xander did not angst. He slumped again. Okay so he was angsting just a little. But, hey, things could always get worse according to the Immortal buzz that just hit him.

He looked up, hoping to see Greg or one of the twins, but instead saw a nondescript man of his own height, but about ten years older at first death.

“There can be only one,” the man intoned, drawing a sword.

Xander rolled his eyes and pulled his axe. “Look, man, I don’t know you; you don’t know me. Can we walk away with no more clichés and no decapitations. There’s a club around the corner, I’ll buy you a drink.”

His opponent narrowed his eyes and lunged. Xander eeped and brought his axe around to block. They circled each other, Xander cursing under his breath. Then he raised his voice.

“So, got a name? Mine’s Harris. Alexander Harris. I thought it was customary to exchange names as well as clichés.”

“Michael Atwater,” the Immortal grudgingly allowed. He attacked again, and Xander dodged to one side. They began a rapid exchange of strikes and parries and general action-movie fight moves.

“So, Michael, what brings you to So-Cal?” Xander asked as he beat the man back. Atwater didn’t answer. “Me, this is my turf. Been here for a couple decades. If I said I liked it, I’d be struck divinely and permanently dead, but I stay. Did ya know our kind avoid this place?” Still no answer. They’d both been nicked a couple times by then. “Dontcha want to know why? No, well, I’ll tell you anyway. It’s cause of them.” He pointed over his own shoulder.

During their fight, several fledges and demons had begun to circle them. Atwater noticed them for the first time. Xander grinned ferally. “Creatures of Hell and Nightmare, meet Michael Atwater. Michael, Creatures of Hell and Nightmare. Oh and that one is my Teacher.”

Delvin had found them during the confusion and stepped between his Student and the challenger. “Alexander, see to the creatures. I’ll give him a moment to catch his breath, and then he and I will finish this.”

Atwater looked on the verge of hyperventilation. Xander just nodded, turning away from the other two Immortals to face the vamps and demons. Behind him, he heard Delvin say, “Honestly man, get a grip, or I’ll take your head just to keep them from making you a buffet for the rest of eternity.”

By the time the vamps were dust and the demons were goo puddles, Delvin and Atwater were going at it with their swords. Xander watched, glancing around occasionally to be sure that no other demons came to the show. He wondered if the switch that he and his Teacher had performed was a violation of the second rule: two to a fight. Well, he was still a Student, and it’s not as though he and Delvin had both taken on the guy at once. Finally, Delvin’s sword pierced the other man’s heart, and there was stillness.

“Alexander, come here,” Delvin commanded in a voice like iron.

Confused, Xander stepped forward. As soon as he was close, Delvin brought his sword down across Atwater’s neck and threw himself back.

Xander screamed as the Quickening struck him full force.


AN: Unethical, maybe. Will you get an explanation? Of course, but not here. Sorry it's been so long. More updates soon. Promise. So, um *grins uncertainly* you liked it, right?
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