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Summary: Xander questions where he's from. He'll never guess who he's really related to, though.

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Charmed > Xander-CenteredXanderloverFR731,02911212,80611 Oct 0813 Oct 08No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Charmed


Xander laid on his bed in his room in the basement as he listened to his parents fight yet again. He sighed. He had often dreamed of his real parents coming to take him away from this hellhole. Yet he knew that would be too much good luck for someone like him. Slowly he drifted to sleep, hoping for an escape he was sure would never come.

He slowly opened his eyes as he felt himself drifting around a strange house.

"What the..." He stared at the other people around him. They seemed to be talking and moving in regular time while he seemed to be stuck going really..really slow.
Three woman were talking and one was feeding a toddler. She was pregnant. A young man with dark hair looked at him.

"Yes, I can see you," he said.

"What?" Xander asked, clearly startled. The young man's lips curled into an odd smile.

"My name is Chris," he told Xander. "I summoned you. I created this dream for you. As a way to communicate."

"Wh...why?" Xander was shaking his head. "Why even bother with me? What's so important about *me* that you have to create a dream? Are these people fake?"

"No, they are very real," Chris said. "They are my family." He cleared his throat and stepped towards Xander. "And they are yours," he added.

And that was when Xander realized it was very possible to faint in your dreams...

(Short I know, but it'll get longer)
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