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Born on the mouth of hell.

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Summary: What happens when a white knight, born on the hellmouth, dies.

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Charmed > Xander-Centered(Past Donor)CordogFR18412,592107930,1859 May 0826 Aug 08No

Ill met by moonlight

Starts at the end of BtVS season two and goes through season three. Haven't fully decided when during charmed it plays out, however Prue is alive, Piper and Leo are married and Phoebe is seeing Cole who is still a half-demon.

Standard disclaimer applies: I own nothing.

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A/N Melchior is named after one of the three Maji from the nativity. The energy absorbing amulet's are based on Egyptian myth. Apophis represents night following day since he constantly chases Ra's sunship trying to consume it, hence the energy consumption. They have nothing to do with Stargate SG:1.

Some people have written in pointing out that I incorrectly spell the order of Turaka. This is how it is spelled in the subtitles of my Buffy DVD collection and I'm sticking with it.

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Piper Halliwell drove back to the manor with a little apprehension. She, her sisters and Leo had just been about to order their lunch when they were joined by an Elder of all people. Leo, had of course risen to his feet straight away, ready to do as bidden, only to be waved back down. The Elder said he had something he needed to talk to them all about and after a round of introductions, much to their surprise, sat down with them. Apparently he was greatly looking forward to a meal. They made small talk during lunch, not straying into “business” topics in a crowded place. The Elder, Melchior, spoke the most, making polite inquiries to all the charmed ones about their everyday lives. During the course of the conversation, Melchior revealed he was a supporter of her and Leo's relationship. That little snippet of information went a long way to easing Piper's worries about his purpose here.

After settling the bill, they left the restaurant ready for the return trip home. Melchior's love of food didn't extend to car-trips and he informed them that after a quick stop for dessert he would meet them there. All the way home, Prue and Phoebe tossed ideas back and forth as to the reason why Melchior was there, causing Leo to either snicker or wince depending on the idea. Piper didn't join in, since she was far more focused on the road.

They reached home faster than usual, the traffic being rather light and headed inside, Prue and Phoebe still bickering. Everything looked normal, right up until they opened the front door. Inside was a mess and Cole was lying on the floor unconscious. Phoebe was about to enter, when a young man walked into the hallway from the living room. Not looking around, he knelt down near Cole and raised a knife. Phoebe was a blur of motion as she launched herself with her levitation abilities, right at Cole's attacker, knocking them both to the ground, with Phoebe on top.

Piper winced as the boy punched Phoebe, knocking her away and getting to his feet. He glanced in her and Prue's direction before making a dash for Phoebe. Prue's hands snapped forward, sending him crashing up the hallway, Prue motioned again and he struck the ceiling. Then he threw an energy bolt at them. Deciding to enter the fight herself, Piper brought her hands forward and activated her power. The boy exploded in an all too familiar show of lights before his body reformed and he fell to the ground. Piper just stared at the body, her mouth open in shock, only being bought out of it by Phoebe's cry.

“Holy God! We just tried to kill a white-lighter!”

“Indeed.” Came Melchior's voice behind them.

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Prue looked on as Melchior knelt down near the fallen boy and ran his hands over him. Attacking a white-lighter wasn't going to look good and she was running possible repercussions through her head. Something on the floor glittered, catching her attention. She bent over and picked it up. A ring. It didn't look like anything her or the other girls would wear, in fact it looked a little demonic, so she walked over to Leo.

“Leo, do you know what this is?” handing it over to Leo.

Leo looked at the ring in the palm of his hands and his face paled.

“Everybody on your guard!” Leo shouted, drawing everyone's eyes to him.

“Prue just found a Turakan signet ring!”

“Just a moment Leo, I will see if the other two are nearby” Melchior said, getting to his feet and closing his eyes.

Leo seeing the others look at him questioningly, explained.

“The Order of Turaka is a league of assassins that always travel in three. Melchior is using his far-sight to find the rest of the group.”

Hearing this, the three sisters drew together, backs to each other as they looked around for the threat.

“I can't sense anyone nearby Leo, but there are two more rings in the living room, I believe we are fine for the moment.” Melchior stated before kneeling back down near Xander and placing his hands over him, a soft golden glow coming from them.

“The Order is made up of both humans and demons and they target both as well,” Leo continued “They are professional and thorough, there are very few cases where they have been unable to achieve their objective. They always research their opponents, exploiting any weakness, negating any strengths. Most often, each one will form their own attack plan, keeping their target guessing which direction they're coming from, but if circumstance dictates they will attack as a unified force”

“So who was the target?” Prue asked, not liking what she had heard.

“We can discuss that shortly” Melchior said, rising once more. “For the moment we have other concerns. Young Alexander here has exhausted much of his energy, I have done what I can for him but he will not awaken before tomorrow morning. I need you girls to lay him down somewhere more comfortable than the floor while Leo and I see to Mr Turner.”

With that, Prue gently motioned with her hands, letting her telekinesis lift Xander's slumbering form. She was about to direct his body into the living room when Phoebe stopped her.

“No use taking him in there Prue, the whole room looks like it was hit by a bomb, including the couches.”

“Well, where else are we supposed to put him?”

“We'll have to put him in one of the beds upstairs” Piper said.

“Yeah, but whose bed?”

“Your's I think” Phoebe said, shooting Prue a malicious grin. Seeing the glare her eldest sister gave her, she continued on. “Piper and Leo are married, they're not going to share their bed and Cole will probably stay over tonight, so there's no room in mine.”

“Cole might not be staying and you're more used to strange men waking up in your bed Pheebs.” Prue answered back, not liking where this was headed. She was very picky when it came to who she allowed into her life, much less her bed.

“If we put him in my bed and Cole stays, then we have to move him again and Melchior said he needed rest. Unless of course, you let Cole and I have your bed for the night.”

Prue blanched “ Fine, he goes in my bed, but I don't want to hear any smart comments from either of you in the morning”

Decision made, the girls made their way upstairs, Phoebe clearing debris out of the way while Piper guided Prue up the stairs, Prue needing to constantly watch her cargo so she didn't bang him into everything on the way up. After placing him in her bed, they made their way downstairs. Cole was no longer lying in the hallway, hearing voices in the kitchen, they went in there.

Walking into the kitchen, they saw all three men sitting at the table, with Cole holding his nose and muttering to himself. The sisters joined them and once they had settled themselves, Melchior spoke.

“Okay, I think we need to get the matter of the Turakan assassins out of the way before we discuss why I came here. Mr Turner, could you tell us what happened before we arrived?”

Cole looked nervous, clearly he had been told who and what Melchior was, which meant that unless he wanted the Elders to interfere with his and Phoebe's relationship he had better be on his best behavior. He began telling his story, keeping it short and concise, from the start when the Order attacked him in Barcelona, to being blindsided at the end. It was harder to tell what was funnier, Cole mistaking a white-lighter for a demonic assassin, or the way he kept calling Melchior, sir.

“And then I woke up with Leo and yourself standing over me, sir.” Cole finished, trying to ignore the smirk Prue was giving him over his sucking up. “I guess I shouldn't have worried that the girls wouldn't be able to vanquish the boy.”

“Oh, we didn't Cole. He's upstairs sleeping right now.” Prue said evilly.

“What! Why?”

“He's not a demon.”

“......”

“He's a white-lighter.” Prue finished, enjoying Cole's confusion. She had her doubts about the half-demon but was willing to abide by Phoebe's no vanquishing rule. For now.

“He can't be a white-lighter, his powers are different and he”

“Kicked your ass?” Prue interrupted, twisting the knife, so to speak.

“Yes, I mean no, I mean, I don't know what I mean.”

“We will get to that all shortly” Melchior said, cutting in on the verbal battle. “We at least know now that the Order was here only for Cole. I had some concern that they were here for the Charmed Ones or for Alexander, but those concerns have been put to rest.”

“I understand why they would be sent against us, but why would they be after a white-lighter?” Piper questioned.

“Oh, I think I know this one,” Cole supplied “The leader of the group mentioned that he'd interfered on one of the Order's previous assignments. I think they wanted payback” Cole frowned as he tried to recall what exactly the leader had said. “I think he mentioned something about a paint can.”

“It was before Alexander became a white-lighter. The Order sent a squad to kill a friend of his, Alexander aided her and killed one of the assassins.” Melchior answered.

“With a paint can?” Cole asked dubiously.

“Actually, he only used the paint from the can.”

“That's impossible. How?”

“That is something to ask him later.” Melchior said finally moving on to the business he had came here for.

“The Elders would like to ask if Alexander can move in to the Halliwell Manor.”

“What? Why? We haven't done anything wrong!”came the cries from the sisters and Melchior realized they thought he was replacing Leo.

“It's alright girls, Leo will still be your white-lighter. In fact, part of the reason we want Alexander to move in is so Leo can train him in his powers.”

“Don't white-lighters usually get trained in heaven?” Cole asked.

“Yes, but in many ways Alexander is a special case. Do you know how someone is chosen to become a white-lighter?”

“Aren't they good people in their mortal life who are offered the chance to continue to do good for the world?” Piper asked.

“Yes, that is one way they are chosen. We were watching Alexander since he was showing many of the qualities a potential white-lighter needs. He wasn't there quite yet, but he was certainly showing potential. Then something happened which qualified him to be made a white-lighter another way”

Everybody at the table saw Leo tense up when he heard this. Seeing their expressions Leo decided he had better fill them in.

“Some people are offered the choice to become a white-lighter as a reward. Usually for performing an act of great good that claims their lives.”

Melchior nodded “This is what happened to Alexander. He sacrificed himself to provide the power needed to close a portal that would suck all life on earth into Hell.”

Nobody knew what to say about that, and after a moment Melchior continued on.

“When Alexander sacrificed himself, he was drawn into Hell. He remained there for three months local time but because of the temporal differences of Hell he was there for many centuries. During that time he was at the mercy of the denizens of Hell. We were unable to get him out ourselves, and it looked like he would spend the rest of eternity there. That is, until we were contacted by someone from the Underworld. She had a request to make of us and as a show of good faith had arranged Alexander's release from Hell and into our hands. He was heavily traumatized, almost completely catatonic and it was only through the intervention of one of my fellow Elders that we were able to draw his mind back. He still has issues though. His underlying emotional problems are circumventing his powers. All white-lighters have the power to create lightning bolts but because of their pacifist natures, they can normally only manage the small spark you have seen Leo use when he trains you. Alexanders anger is such that it over-rides all his other emotions, preventing him from using his other powers and amplifying his own lightning bolts, however, he is only a new white-lighter and as such, lacks the reserves needed to maintain such attacks.”

“Then why not strip him of his powers until his emotional problems are resolved?” Prue asked, the answer seemingly obvious to her.

“Because Alexander was born, raised and died in Sunnydale.”

“So what. It sounds like a nice place.”

At Prue's comment both Leo and Cole gave a loud bark of laughter, clearly showing there was something that the girls didn't know.

Stilling his laughter, Cole decided to enlighten them. “Sunnydale sits on the mouth of Hell, it's pretty much as far from 'a nice place' you can get on Earth as possible.”

“The Hellmouth draws evil on earth towards it constantly, all the while repelling the forces of good.” Leo added. “It's so powerful that white-lighters can't even go near it, nor can other beings that promote good in the world. It also corrupts mortals, not exactly making them evil but tainting them. They all tend to develop character flaws that while small, disqualify them from becoming white-lighters. It's been rumored in heaven that a white-lighter who spent their entire life on the Hellmouth may be immune to it. This means that the Elders would finally have influence on the Hellmouth.”

“I can see the importance of that, but since he didn't become a white-lighter by living his entire life being good wouldn't that mean he may not be the best person to be a white-lighter for the Hellmouth?” Prue asked

“Alexander was already near to those qualifications already, all he really lacks are various life experiences that he can still have as a white-lighter. Depending on how he deals with them will decide whether or not he stays assigned to the Hellmouth but his self-sacrifice guarantees his right to be a white-lighter regardless.” Melchior answered.

“Okay, we know why he's a white-lighter but why should he come here to be trained?”

“Because of his manner of death there are many things that we do for other white-lighters after death we cannot do for him. For example white-lighters are allowed to say goodbye to those they loved in life, this helps them and their loved ones move on. In his current state, Alexander's loved ones may not believe him to be the man they once knew. We can't even show him his past lives because it would only confuse him more than he already is. It's a big enough miracle that we were even able to arrange the burial of his mortal body in his home town and yet we couldn't even let him witness his funeral. If Alexander is to put his experiences behind him, he needs to be able to get back to the person he was before his trip to Hell. In order to do that, he needs to be in a similar environment to the one he was in before his impromptu trip to Hell.”

“But why us in particular?”

“In life, Alexander was not only aware of the magical world but fought against the forces of darkness as well. Your family is the closest to what he knew in life, right down to the demonic boyfriend who may or may not be good. We hope the familiarity that you can provide will help him move past his memories of Hell, something he can't get in heaven.”

“What do you mean about the demonic boyfriend?” Phoebe asked, feeling that this was heading into an awkward area.

“One of Alexander's friends had a demonic lover, much like yourself and Cole. It is for this reason only that the Elders have decided to back off from your and Cole's situation. Alexander needs to learn to control his emotions in the presence of a demon, to not lash out unthinkingly.”

Melchior turned and addressed Cole directly. “He will probably never fully trust you, Cole. The last time he bowed down to his friends wishes and did, ended as badly as it possibly could, with the demon getting away and Alexander in Hell. You, above all people, need to be careful around him.”

“He's a good person, despite living a harsh life, girls, and he needs all of you to help him find his way. I know I haven't given you any specific details about him, but that's because he needs you to get him to open up to you. Will you do it?”

The three Halliwell sisters looked at each other, seemingly communicating through their sibling bond. One by one, they nodded to each other, then Prue turned to Melchior and answered.

“Yes.”

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“How the hell did this happen?”

“Cordelia...”

“I'm not one of you guys anymore, I quit, I remember quitting....”

“Cordelia...”

“...handed in my resignation and everything.”

“CORDELIA”

“What? I'm trying Giles, but some of us don't have super-strength” Cordelia snapped “He's shrugging me off and he's all squelchy too.”

Giles held his tongue and tried to shift his grip on the zombie that was trying to eat his face. A burn victim before rising again, he was indeed, squelchy, as Cordelia so charmingly put it. And he smells worse than the bloody cat, Giles thought. Suddenly he was stumbling forward, the zombie thrown through the air to hit the coffee table. About to thank Buffy for the timely intervention, Giles stopped when he saw who his rescuer had been.

Angel.

Who calmly walked over and snapped the zombies neck as it tried to disentangle itself from the coffee table.

Giles closed his eyes and tried not to picture HIS hands around HER neck. Forcefully pushing the images in his mind aside, Giles faced Angel, distaste open upon his features.

“What are you doing here Angel?” he asked, stepping forward and placing himself between the vampire and Cordelia, who he could swear was growling under her breath. Meetings between the re-en souled vampire and the cheerleader had been rather venomous lately.

“I, uh, saw all the zombies and followed them here” Angel said, not meeting their eyes.

“I see, and how did you gain entrance without an invitation?”

Angel just stood there and said nothing.

“Is it because, despite my warnings and Joyce's direct order not to do so, Buffy invited you back in?”

“Guys, I hate to say this, but this isn't the time. We've got the walking dead coming here like it's party central and trying to eat us but as long as Deadboy there keeps it in his pants, he's not one of them.”

Angel flinched at the use of Xander's favorite nickname, but said nothing. Despite her assertions to the contrary, Cordelia wasn't over Xander and she personally blamed Angel and/or Buffy for his unexplained disappearance. Hearing something and wanting to prove he was there to help, he walked past Giles and Cordelia, ignoring their protests and opened the door to the cupboard under the stairs. As soon as he opened it he was assaulted by a barrage of nic-nacs, thrown haphazardly from within.

“Willow, it's me, Angel” he cried out, rubbing his forehead where an accurately thrown watering can struck.

A forcefully swung ski-pole was his only answer.

“Oz?”

Angel stepped back and let a sheepish Willow and Oz out of the cupboard. Well, Willow was sheepish, Oz, on the other hand, had only met Angel once, before being introduced to the psychopath that was the Scourge of Europe. Therefore Oz watched Angel like a hawk.

“Aah, there you two are. Has anyone seen Buffy?”

“Yeah, where is she? I came here because I thought it would be safe, not because it's ground-zero for the ungrateful dead” Cordelia snarked.

All of a sudden there was a scream, followed by a thump, and if Giles wasn't mistaken, the sound of a body being thrown through a wall.

“I believe that would be Buffy upstairs now with her mother.” Giles said as they all looked towards the ceiling.

“Giles, what the frilly heck is going on? Why are all the zombies coming here?” Willow asked, moving closer to her armed boyfriend.

“It's the Mask of Ovu Moboni, Joyce has it on her bedroom wall, if any of these zombies put the mask on we'll be dealing with a fully empowered Death god. We need to warn Buffy to be wary of the masks eyes.”

“Ooh, I'll do it, come on Oz.” Willow grabbed Oz's arm and dragged him towards the stairs, but before they could reach them someone ran in through the front door and knocked them to the ground.

“Bloody hell, Angel” Giles yelled, rushing forward and pulling Willow away “Just because you can come in without invitation, doesn't mean you should leave the front door WIDE OPEN”

“Giles” Willow said, her voice and eyes betraying her shock.

“YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT THE RAMIFICATIONS OF YOUR ACTIONS” Giles yelled, lifting Willow to her feet, and ignoring her frantic tugging of his sleeve.

“Giles....”

“ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION” Giles yelled, finally noticing shocked looks on Angel's and Cordelia's faces. Giving in to Willow's insistent tugging, he turned around and felt his jaw drop. Standing unsteadily, dressed in a dirty tuxedo was Xander. In fact, Giles noticed, with the way the dirt covered his entire body and face, even matting his hair up in clumps, it looked like Xander had just crawled out of a grave....

Oh bugger.

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Bet you didn't see that coming.
God I love plot twists.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Born on the mouth of hell." – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 26 Aug 08.

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