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Summary: A collection of ficlets and miscellaneous works centring around Xander.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsMidknightJFR153027,215112763,14926 Nov 0823 Oct 10No

(BtVS/Star Wars) Apprenticeship

Disclaimer: I'm poor. I own nothing





Notes: I just got the game Star Wars The Force Unleashed for my PS3
and got inspired to write a little ficlet.





(BtVS/Star Wars)
Apprenticeship


Eight-year-old Xander Harris sat on the curb outside his house. He winced every time a yell was loud enough to reach the street or the sound of something breaking reverberated through the air.

He didn’t know that in any other town a disturbance like this would have been reported already and the police would have come. Even in other parts of Sunnydale someone would have called after the first hour. That’s not to say nobody would call; just not until night had fallen and the noise was keeping them up. By then the police wouldn’t be coming to a domestic disturbance after dark anyway. He didn’t know that either.

All Xander knew was that he wished Willow and Jessie’s families hadn’t left town for summer vacation. Then he could have hid over at one of their houses.

“Hello there,” a woman’s voice said. When Xander looked up he saw a pretty lady smiling kindly down at him. “Mind if I sit here?”

Xander just shrugged and the woman took that as an invitation. As she sat Xander felt her eyes on his arm. Self-consciously he pulled his bunched up sleeve down to cover the hand shaped bruise growing on his forearm.

“My name is Hallie. What’s yours?”

He hesitated for a moment before he said anything. “Xander.”

She smiled at him again. “Do they do this a lot Xander?”

Xander nodded at her with his eyes downcast. He determinedly held back his tears. Dad had always told him that crying was for girls.

“Sometimes do you just wish they’d go away?”

Again Xander nodded.

“Do you ever wish something bad would happen to them?”

This time Xander looked at her and shook his head.

“No?” Hallie asked, just managing to catch her surprise. “Why not?”

“Because they’re still my Mom and Dad,” Xander said simply, the first words beyond his name he had spoken since she sat down. “I just want to make them stop hurting me.”

He thought back to the movie he had watched at Jessie’s just before the other boy had left on holidays. “I could be like Darth Vader. Nobody would mess with Darth Vader.

“Yah,” the boy said, getting more into the idea. “I wish Darth Vader could teach me how to make them stop.”

“Sure, what the hell,” Hallie said absently while blinking at the boy’s odd wish. Then she shook her head and her face changed to her demonic form, all veiny and scabby and nasty. “I mean, GRANTED!”

Then the world around him changed and Xander was no longer by the street outside his house. He looked around and saw he was in a house built with a lot of wooden planks. It almost looked like it was the inside of a tree.

Before he had a chance to really look around the door opened and Xander hid behind some crates as a robed man walked in, explosions could be heard in the distance. The man walked around the room, apparently searching for something, before coming to a stop in front of the crates.

“Come out,” a man’s voice called.

Knowing he was found out Xander cautiously stuck his head out. “It’s all right,” the man encouraged. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Finally Xander came out and stood before the man, eyes on his feet and body tensed as he prepared for the worst. Instead the man knelt in front of him and spoke gently, “My name is Kento.”

“X-Xander,” he stuttered. He could hear the blasts getting closer.

“What are you doing here Xander?” Kento asked. “This is no place for a child.”

“I don’t know where I am!” Xander exclaimed suddenly. Tears streamed down his face. His father would be upset, but Xander was too scared to care. “I made a wish, and then the ugly lady said ‘granted’ and then I was here.”

Kento listened patiently as the boy seemed to babble at hyper speed; all the while the blasts kept getting closer and closer.

“Xander. I need you to be brave for me, okay?” Slowly the boy wiped his tears and nodded. “I need you to hide behind those crates again and stay there until I come and get you. Go. Now.”

As Kento reached the door he turned back. “Everything will be alright Xander. I promise.” Then he was gone.

Xander sat behind the crates as far into the corner as he could get. He hugged his knees as the sounds of a fierce battle made their way inside. Then there was an explosion; so close that it shook the house he was in.

Suddenly, after a few more minutes everything went quite. For a second Xander thought it was all over. Then the door exploded inward and Kento’s body bounced across the floor. Looking through a gap in the crates Xander’s eyes widened as he saw someone he recognized in the hole.

With purposeful stride non other than Darth Vader himself strode into the house. With a flick of his arm he had Kento off the floor and pinned against the wall using the Force. Kento gagged as Vader applies pressure to his throat.

“I sense someone far more powerful nearby,” Vader told the captive Jedi. “Where is your master?”

“The dark side has clouded your mind. You killed my master years ago.”

“Then you shall share his fate.” Vader raised his lightsaber to strike the Jedi down when it was suddenly pulled from his grasp. He turned just in time to see it fly into the outstretched hand of a wide-eyed Xander, now standing beside the crates.

“A son.” Vader stated, some surprise in his voice.

“Run!” Kento implored Xander only to have his throat crushed with a casual gesture from Vader. A uniformed man and some Stormtroopers entered through the massive hole where the door used to be before his body even hit the ground.

“Lord Vader?” The officer asked before seeing Xander holding a lightsaber. He signalled to the Stormtroopers who took aim at the boy.

Xander clenched his eyes shut as he saw the fingers start to pull the triggers. He heard the shots at the same moment he felt the lightsaber pulled from his grasp. Then things got very quiet.

When he opened his eyes Xander saw the officer and all the Stormtroopers on the ground and Vader standing over him with a red lightsaber in hand.

“Come with me,” Darth Vader told him. “More will be here soon.”
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