I don't own X-men or Buffy.
That said, here's another installment. Hope it's satisfactory.
“Whoa” Xander said as pulled away from Marcie, gasping for air.
“Yeah.” Marcie said as she grabbed Xander's shirt, pulling him in for another kiss.
They made out for a few minutes before Xander managed to step back, an odd expression on his face.
“What's wrong?” Marcie asked him.
“It's.... you smell really really good right now.” Xander said with a half growl.
“What? Oh...” Marcie said before giggling a little. “Enhanced senses, right. We can stop I guess. But you still have to get back in the bed.” Marcie said while patting the bed.
“Let me... go take care of something first.” Xander said before heading towards the bathroom.
Marcie's laughter followed him the whole way.
Giles rubbed his eyes as he poured over another chronicle. He hadn't found a blessed thing yet. There was nothing in any of the books he'd checked. He was hesitant to say the search was fruitless. He set the book down and began to chew on one of the ear pieces of his glasses as he paced.
“Of course!” He exclaimed before heading towards the fiction section of the library. “Start with what you know.” Giles muttered as he found a copy of the book he wanted. He began reading a book he'd once been fascinated with as a child.
“Giles, you look terrible.” Jenny Calendar said as she sat down at the library table, two cups of coffee in her hands.
“Oh, Jenny. Hi.” Giles said as he closed the book he'd been reading.
Jenny handed him a cup of the Columbian beverage and Giles took it gratefully. “Thanks.” He said after a couple of sips.
“Tough night?” Jenny asked him.
“Terrible. I've only found one book that can help with the current situation and it isn't a happy story.” Giles said before downing half of the coffee he'd been given.
“H.G Wells?” Jenny asked. “Didn't the guy go nuts in the end?”
Giles sat up. “You're right. Damn. Jenny, can you use that infernal machine to dig up newspaper records and the like?”
“We have Lexis Nexis access here why?” Jenny asked him.
“I need you to search for missing persons who have been missing for a while and strange incidents involved.” Giles said while tapping the book with a finger furiously. “And locked room cases. This book, it's not just a book. It's a story about a man who became invisible!” Giles declared.
“Giles, you're kind of scaring me.” Jenny told him.
“It's not just you Jenny. Be discreet with this if you can.” Giles told her.
“I'll see what I can do before class.” Jenny said.
“Thank you.” Giles told her before he began shelving the stacks of books he'd gone through the night before.
Jenny smiled softly at his level of focus and left the library.
Jenny's eyes widened as she began printing out her search results on the high speed printer in the computer lab. Somehow her printing the results had triggered a trace. Thinking quickly she disconnected the modem before the trace could go through the bounces she'd set up. Once the results had been printed She shut down the computer and placed an out of order sticker on the monitor. She'd wipe the hard drive and reinstall everything later.
As she leafed through the various results she'd noticed a very distinct and disturbing pattern. She looked up at the clock and swore. Her first class began in ten minutes. She didn't have enough time. She stashed the papers in her middle desk drawer and locked it. She'd talk to him after classes were over.
“I can't believe your parents didn't say anything.” Marcie said as they walked down the streets of Sunnydale.
“They're more than a little out of it in the mornings.” Xander admitted.
“But I ate breakfast at the table with you and them! They didn't say a word!” She said in a disbelieving tone.
“Ahh, the wonders of drinking two glasses of bourbon in order to get some sleep at night. That and Sunnydale Syndrome. People tend to block most weird things out.” Xander said as they walked up the steps of the school.
“Oh.” Marcie said before pausing on the steps. “I'm not sure I want to go back in there.” She told Xander.
“What about the Library?” Xander asked her.
She nodded, though he couldn't see it. “All right. I'll see you at lunch?”
“Sure. I'll be by one of the trees on the quad.” Xander told her.
“See you then.” Marcie said before walking up the steps.
The day had been fairly pleasant so far, which means things were about to go completely down the crapper.
“So what's the what Giles? You find anything?” Xander asked as he, Buffy and Willow came into the library.
“I've got two things actually, neither one good news I'm afraid.” Giles said as everyone sat down at the big table under the skylight.
“What did you find?” Marcie demanded.
“A series of disappearances without actual investigations into them. It's just like they faded away one day. It's not just here, but all over. The only reason I found anything is about half of these people turn up months or even years after having gone missing. Well, apparently when they die they become visible again. All were suicides. Generally committed around environments they were most comfortable in. The other half... is something else entirely.” Giles said as he cleaned his glasses.
“Is there any good news?” Buffy asked.
“No. There have been an increasing number of locked room burglaries as well as murders since 1898, a number that isn't proportionate to the population increase we've had in the near century since then. While she was printing results on her searches, someone began searching for Ms. Calendar.” Giles told them.
“Oh! Does that mean that?” Willow began, her mind whirring through the possibilities that this presented.
“There is a possibility that there is an interested group or groups who find and... use invisible people. To what end, I don't know.” Giles told them.
“Shit.” Marcie said while Xander grabbed her hand.
“Precisely. With invisibility comes a loss of identity. Some cling to what they knew only to go down two paths that I could find; suicide and homicide. For what it's worth, I am terribly sorry.” Giles said sadly.
“I have to get out of here.” Marcie whispered.
Xander heard her. “Thanks Giles. We have to go.” Xander said before they left the library together.
“Should we?” Buffy asked Giles.
“No. I think he'll be fine. He found her before things progressed too far. I think.” Giles said.
“Giles.” Buffy said with a worried tone.
“Let him handle it.” Giles told her.
“Fine.” Buffy said with a pout.
“There has to a be a third option.” Xander told Marcie.
“There isn't.” Marcie said.
“There has to be.” Xander insisted.
“Xander, I was beginning to want to hurt people. Really, really hurt them. Make them pay for ignoring me.” Marcie said with a shaky voice.
“You didn't though.” Xander argued.
“I would have. But you. You found me.” She said quietly before grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Marcie.” Xander said pulling back.
“I just want to feel Xander. Make me feel alive.” She told him.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked her.
“Stay here, I need to get something from the school.” She said quietly.
“Marcie.” Xander said worriedly.
“I won't hurt anyone. I promise.” She told him.
He believed her.
“Where did you get those?” Xander asked her.
“Nurses Office.” Marcie told him.
“I don't know if I can do this.” Xander said quietly.
“You're a teenager.” Marcie argued.
“Good point.” Xander said before sighing. “You really want to?”
“Just take your pants off Xander.” Marcie told him.
“Yes Ma'am.” He said.
What started out as two fumbling teenagers discovering each other in a near pitch black room became something else over time. It became something rushed and frantic near the end. Shortly past dawn, Xander was exhausted and deeply asleep.
She ran a hand through his hair and looked down at him. She looked around him and felt... nothing. She felt an attachment to him, but not to this house, this town or anything else anymore. She didn't hate, but she didn't feel much either. She was broken and she knew it.
She went through his backpack and found a binder. She took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and began to write.
Xander woke up after a two hour coma. Aside from being thirsty as hell he felt fully rested, which was weird.
“Marcie?” Xander said as he rubbed his eyes. He sniffed the air. The room stunk of the two of them and what they'd done all night but.. she wasn't there.
“Marcie?” Xander asked again as he got out of bed.
He looked around his room and found the note with his name on it.
He read the letter.
He didn't believe it and read it again.
Letting out an inarticulate scream he punched his bedroom wall.
He didn't even notice as the bones in his hand broke when he hit the stud. He also didn't notice as the bones were completely healed five minutes later.
He just stared at the note.
“Why?” He said aloud. “We could have done something.” He whispered to himself.
Author's note: It's a “Dear John” Letter, not a suicide note.