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This story is No. 2 in the series "The Human All-Spark". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: 2nd in the Human All-Spark series. What happens when Xander, trying to revive Angel, starts his sophmore year of highschool?

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Marvel Universe > TransformersAlmadynisFR1833,44012917,58515 Sep 082 May 09Yes

Beginnings

The All-Spark Teen
Beginnings
Almadynis

AN: This is the second in the Human All-Spark series. None of this will make sense unless you’ve read The All-Spark Child.
AN2: Thanks by the gazillions to my lovely Angel for being my beta and sounding board, with which this story would have never made it past my head.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, I would be very rich and wouldn’t have to worry about how to pay college tuition.



The first day of sophomore year had come and gone, and Willow was worried. She hadn’t seen Xander all day. Even though the brunette had always goofed off in class, and never paid attention to the teacher, he was always there to goof off and not pay attention. She hadn’t seen him much that summer either, and she was really starting to get worried. So, on a whim, she decided to go find her Xander-shaped friend.

Willow stopped by Xander’s house, which was just a couple of blocks from her own house anyway, and knocked on the door. After several minutes of knocking with no answer, she hesitantly looked in the window. What she saw made her gasp and whimper in distress. There wasn’t anything there. No couch, no TV, no shiny refrigerator, and no people. From this evidence, she was forced to come to a conclusion.

Xander had moved away and not told her.

She went home with a heavy heart, tears in her eyes.



“All-Spark?” Iceflame called into the inner sanctum of her master, hoping that he would answer. Hellfire and she left food outside the door, but in six months they hadn’t seen their creator. He kept himself locked up in his Xander-Zone, alone with Angel’s broken halved body. Neither twin knew what to do, or who to talk to. They were forbidden to let humans know they existed, and the only other person they knew that could talk to Xander and knew Xander was dead. Which was part of the problem.

Angel was dead.

She tried once again to make Xander answer her, “All-Spark? Please come out.”

Unfortunately, she got an answer, “Leave me alone Iceflame.” And she had no choice but to obey. The female set down a bowl of beef stew and a couple Twinkies before she left, shaking her head to her twin when he came in from patrol.

There was nothing they could do.



Xander wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to throw things across the room. Wanted to be held. Wanted to be comforted. For someone to say, “It’s going to be all right, All-Spark.” He wanted what he had had. He wanted his friend, his father, his brother.

He wanted Angel back.

But even after months of experiments and wishing and tests, the body of his closest friend in the world still lay there on the metal table. Lifeless eyes staring into the ceiling, that expression of pain still on his face.

It had taken him five months, but he had finally pieced Angel’s body back together, repairing him completely from the inside out with a new type of nanobot designed specifically to only repair Terrabots. That code in their programming alone had taken him close to a full month to distingue a Terrabot from any other metallic object. But even with Angel’s body fully repaired, Xander couldn’t figure out how to put his spark, his soul, back into his body. For all his supposed powers, he couldn’t do this.

Xander looked at his calendar and felt a passing emotion. Regret? Fear? Anger? He couldn’t tell.

But he did notice that it was almost January, his sophomore year of school had started without him, and no one had come to check on him. No, that probably wasn’t true. Willow and Jessie would have come to his parent’s former abode and, finding it empty, would have assumed he moved. The school truant officer would have assumed the same and he would have been taken off the roster.

Angel would have been mad with him for missing school.

Xander let his head fall onto his knees and his shoulders began to shake.

He wanted his Angel back.



The Cube felt something, where the piece of his soul used to be. It felt like pain, but it was a strange thing. Elusive, and when he focused, it would vanish. He knew that there was a problem with the other piece of his soul, the little boy, but without his full powers, he couldn’t find or communicate with his soul. He could only wait for the boy to make known the problem so that he could help.


He wanted to help. That boy was so special.



Thanks to all who haven’t given up on me. Tell me what you think, please!
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