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Summary: When Xander Harris' fiance dies under mysterious circumstances, it's up to him and the Scooby gang to find out who killed her, and why.

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Smallville > Xander-CenteredpotterfanxpFR181010,69504022,23921 Aug 0819 Jan 09No

Rage and Bargaining

TITLE: Veritas

Rage filled his heart at the words that were displayed across the television for the world to see. Oh, let's all make Xander look like a fool. Let's let him get his hopes up, only to shatter them. He knew, he knew without a doubt they were laughing at him. LAUGHING!

He picked up the closest thing to him, a vase that Patricia had given him for his twenty-third birthday that came from her father's collections and threw it to the wall. As it shattered, he watched the water pool on the carpet of their formerly shared bedroom.

Ran over to the fallen pieces, picking them up hurriedly and placing the onto the bed, ignoring the scraps and cuts along his skin as the jagged, rough pieces tore at him, like the news tore at his heart.

He heard knocking on the door to his room, and his eyes lit up. Willow! She'd know, she could fix this. She was a witch.

"Come in!" he said. The one to enter his room was most definately not Willow. She had the wrong hair color for one. Not that he wasn't glad to see the blonde haired Slayer, but she wasn't Willow.

"Buffy?" he asked, trying to see if she were real. The blonde nodded. "Where's Willow, she can fix this. Willow can make it better."

Buffy cursed, something she seemed to do whenever there was bad news to deliver. Or she'd lost a bet. "Xander, you know that Willow can't do what you're asking."

"Yes, yes she can. She's Willow, an uber-powerful witch! I've got all the ingredients already! See, something owned, blood of the summoner, hair of the summoned. Come on, it's only one little spell."

"Xander," Buffy said, grabbing his arms and holding him tight. "You know that's what she means. The cost, Xander, think of the cost."

"The cost! What cost, I'd give anything to have her back. Come on, she summoned Angel's soul, for crying out loud. All I want is the love of my life back!"

"Xander," Buffy sighed, "that was completely different, and you know it. Angel's soul was in limbo, it hadn't already moved on. You know when a demon takes over a human host, their unable to pass-on. Patricia wasn't taken over, she was murdered. To bring her back, Willow would have to sacrifice someone elses life."

"We didn't for you!" Xander cried. Buffy sighed. Of course he'd think that. "Yes we did, Xander. Tara, remember. Willow summoned me from the beyond, and lost Tara in return. She paid the cost, not you."

Xander's tear-filled eye looked at her, as Buffy pulled him to her for another hug. "I'm so sorry, Xander. I wish we could do something, but not that. Never that, never again."

"Tara?" Xander asked, as the shock sunk in. And he was about to ask Willow to sacrifice someone, again.

"Yeah. But, I promise you, we'll get to the bottom of this, Xander. Patricia was one of ours, you know we'd never let her death go unanswered.

Xander cried, as he had for the past half-hour, this time into the strongest shoulders that he knew of.

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