Voices Outside My Head
Disclaimer: Joss owns all, just borrowing.
This is my first non-crossover so be nice. This idea has been bugging me since June.
Summary: Xander and Giles’ visit from the First. Who does it appear as to get under their skin?
Timeline: After Potential.
Xander sat in the dinning room researching thinking about what Dawn had said to him. ‘I’m the guy who sees.’ He thought. ‘Well, it’s not a super power, but it is kinda cool.’ He slapped the book closed, nothing. “A whole load of nothing.” He whispered to himself. He reached for another book.
“Since when did you become so academic?”
Xander jumped at the familiar voice. He looked up to see Jesse sitting across from him.
“Is that how you greet your best friend?”
“You are dead, I staked you.”
“Fine, I’m dead. Whatever.” Jesse looked down at the book. “Nothing shall grow above or below. Poetry?” He mocked.
“I know what you are, and you’re not going to intimidate me with you speech about the end of the world. Been there, done that, so over it.”
“And yet you are still here. You’re the same person, goof ball Xander and his super cool friends.”
“And yet you are still dead.” Xander wrinkled his brow. “Why am I ever talking to you? I know you’re not Jesse.”
Jesse stood and walked around the table to Xander. “So what now you defeat the big incorporeal evil? You can’t kill evil, see?” Jesse stuck his hand through Xander’s chest and pulled it out again.
“If evil has an army, we can kill it.”
“With a bunch of girls?” Jesse asked with humor in his voice. “They’re like the chick in high school, speaking of high school. How is Cordelia?”
Xander glared at the thing in front of him. “Just get out.”
Jesse smiled. “You can’t defeat me.” He said becoming serious. “And you, my friend, you are going to make a bunch of speeches. About how Buffy can save them and how strong she is. But the funny part is she won’t save you. She will lead you into the mouth of hell and she won’t protect you this time.”
“I don’t need protection.” Xander said rising to his feet.
“Just go, go away.” Xander said forcefully, trying not to raise his voice.
He looked up to Jesse gone and Willow standing in the doorway. “Hey.”
“The evil boogey man was trying to trade battle strategies.”
“You, too?” When she saw his concerned look, she continued. “Message from Tara, remember?”
“Right, it just really gave a bad case of the wiggins.”
“It does really get under your skin. Want to talk about it?’
“Nah, I think I’m just going to get some sleep, before the sun rises.” He looked down at his watch. “Which is in two hours.” He sighed, as he smiled at his best friend. “Night, Willow.”