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Summary: September 'To Boldly Go. . .' He once made a choice. A choice between being a sheep and a wolf.

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Weapon of Fate
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His eyes trailed over to the rear-view mirror. The car was still there. Back far enough that it was difficult to tell any specifics but close enough so that losing it would be difficult.

Xander took a moment to look over at his only passenger this afternoon. Dawn just couldn’t wait to take a ride in his new car, well she couldn’t wait to drive his new car but was able to get her to settle on a quick ride around the neighborhood instead.

He knew better. He knew that he should have left the money where it was. He’d always been far to close to the wrong side of the poverty line for his taste though. And that money was a chance, a chance for change.

Still he should’ve known better.

The sound of acceleration drew his attention back to the present. Two more cars, they must have just turned onto the road.

This was bad. They had him surrounded in the rear and both sides, leaving him only one way to go, the way that they chose.

Gradually he accelerated the car, more in hopes of avoiding Dawn’s attention than the attention of his pursuers who seemed to be getting ever closer.

“Dawnie,” he began, “Remember what I said happened over the summer?”

A glint appeared in her eye and a grin on her elfin face, “Would this fall under the ‘no power on this Earth’ summer?”

“That would be the one,” the usual humor in his voice when speaking of that summer trip gone wrong absent. “Only it didn’t go exactly the way I said it did.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her face twist around in surprise.

“You see, I was honest about making to Oxford before my car broke down. After that though, most of it happened differently.”

“I happened to run into a friend of my fathers, not Anthony, my real father. This friend of his told me that he was murdered. Then she introduced me to other friends of his. Turns out that dear old dad was a member of a group, a Fraternity if you will. This Fraternity called itself the Fraternity of Assassins. Basically they went around killing people that fate supposedly wanted dead.

“Long story short, they trained me so that I could avenge the death of my father. Only in the soap opera that is my life it turned out that the man that they sent me out to kill was my father and that they sent me to kill him because he broke some of their rules and discovered that they were corrupt. I was recruited to kill him because he wouldn’t kill me.

“Naturally I found all of this out right after I shot him when he was in the middle of trying to save my life apparently. I suppose, I could’ve let the situation stand like that but I was angry, angry at being used and angry at killing a good man. So I went back to the L.A. base of operations where I was trained. I’m not going to tell you how many people were in there but on that day, I was the only person to walk back out of that building.”

He kept his eyes on the road. He couldn’t bear to look at her, to see the condemnation and even fear in her bright little eyes. Instead he watched the road and tried to think of a plan that wouldn’t put Dawnie in any danger.

“Oh Xander,” whispered Dawn from beside him.

Before she could say more, he interrupted her. He knew he couldn’t bear to look her in the face and now he knew he couldn’t bear to even hear her condemnation.

“The cars around us, there’s a pretty good chance that they are from the Fraternity. In hindsight, it should’ve been obvious that they had more than just that base in L.A.”

He didn’t bother to rebuke her when she straightened in her chair and began to look around. They already knew that he knew they were there. They were just biding their time until the perfect moment.

With a smile tossed her way, that took more effort than it should he tried to reassure her.

“I won’t let them hurt you.”


A/N: I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit on the fence about continuing this one.

Disclaimer: The title was a dead giveaway but just in case, I do not own the television show Buffy: The Vampire Slayer or the movie 'Wanted.'

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