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Summary: A Halloween challenge, what if Xander wore something other then a soldier costume?

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Marvel Universe > X-Men > Xander-CenteredMagnusXXNFR1515,586101112,4471 Nov 031 Nov 03Yes
Auther: Magnus.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. X-men and the concept of

mutants are Marval's. Btvs belongs to Jason. I own nothing. Poor me.





Something Wicked This Way Comes



Sunnydale, one day before Halloween.

"Put that away."

The storeowner said with a hint of disgust. With a shrug Xander put

the toy gun back on the shelf. "Hey, I can't really afford much more

then that." The dark-haired teen told him.

Ethan smiled, or smirked was more like it. He didn't seem like the

type that smiled very often. "I think I have something that you

would like much more."

Having no other choice the teen followed the smirking brit into the

back of the store. Which is where all the expensive outfits were

being held. "I told you, I can't afford one of these."

He didn't like having to repeat it. It made him feel.... well poor.

Which he wasn't. It's just that his dear old man didn't think

monster costumes were the best way for money to be spent.

The teen couldn't help but sneer inwardly at the thought of his

father. No matter how he tried to make him proud, no matter what he

did or said, it just was never enough.

It would be easier if his father was just abusive or hated him, but

that wasn't the case. Mr. Harris just didn't give a damn one way or

another when it came to his only son.

The storekeeper brought him out of his brooding, "Think of this as a

gift then. I had been expecting someone to pick it up, but with

Halloween tomorrow it seems no one will. So you take it."

Xander couldn't help but give the storeowner an untrusting stare,

but then he turned to the costume. It was more then he'd expected.

At first he thought it was a suit of armor for a night, but upon

closer inspection he just couldn't place where it came from. Ethan

saw that and answered, "This suit was created for a man only a few

years ago. He changed his mind and went with something a little

more.... dark."

Once again his smirk was in place. The armor the man, who had placed

the order, had gone with a design of dark metal, with shades of

black and gray. Of course, the brit had been the one to create it

for him.



Ethan knew it wouldn't fit Eric, but he'd already had this spell in

thought. And he couldn't think of anything better then changing this

young man before him into Eric Lehnsherr.

"What was he? Some sort of knight?" The teen wondered aloud.

"A king, of sorts. Think of him as the last king the world will ever

know." That was all he needed to sell Xander on the idea. "I'll take

it."

"Here, let me help you." It didn't take long to get the armor on the

teen. First he got rid of the clothes the boy had walked in his

store with. Then came the boots, which looked very much like combat

boots. Followed up with the black leather pants, a dark gray dress

shirt which went underneath the gray chest plate. And ended with the

helmet.

Xander turned to look into the full-length mirror in the

corner, "Wow." It was a perfect mix of old and new styles, of a

present day soldier, and a king of long past.

The chaos mage's mouth was pretty much watering at the thought of

what would happen tonight. The world barely knew of mutants, the

governments might know of them, but only a handful of the population

had any idea.

The other costumes were just flutter, monsters, and a few heroes,

all of which would fight and die tonight but by dawn they'd be back

to normal. But not this young man, oh no.

It wasn't magic that would be powering this young man; it would be

genetics.

As he watched the young man leave Ethan couldn't help but chuckle.

This would be his masterpiece. Changing the very nature of this

child. For he the spell would change his geno forever. Xander would

be a mutant not just for tonight, but forever.

***

"Ding Dong". The Summer's front door rang.

Opening it Buffy finally got to see the costume Xander had been

hiding from the rest of them. She couldn't help but think how cool

it looked. "Buffster, Lady of Buffdom."

He sang before bowing before her. "Why thank you kind sir." She

played along with him. "So where's Willow?" His voice called from

under the gray helmet.

"Oh, she's coming. And I think you're going to be impressed with her

outfit." The blond slayer told him with a smile. She would so love

for him and Willow to finally hook up. They'd make such a cute

couple.

"Really? And here I thought she'd go as a ghost like she has for the

last three years." Before Buffy could argue the young redhead called

out to them from the top of the stairs.

"Well that's a very impressive boo you've got there." He called out

to her. The young slayer couldn't help but sigh in defeat. "Well

come on, we've got babysitting duty to get to."

Something they were all thinking, how very unfair it was for that

little troll Snyder to make them watch over all the kids from the

neighborhood.

Willow and Buffy walked a bit further ahead of Xander, they wanted

some time alone to talk. "What happened to your other costume?" The

slayer asked.

The redhead just shook her head, "I can't go out in public wearing

that. Maybe next year, I just can't." She said somewhat ashamed of

how shy she could be sometimes.

"But how do you expect to catch Xander's eye if you don't at least

try and get his attention?"

She scuffed, "Didn't you see his outfit? I mean he looked drool

worthy! Why would he want me?" He couldn't, she thought. Willow knew

he'd never see her as anything but a friend.

***

"Bugger all! I have to buy the guy that did this a drink." Spike

said with a toothy grin. He wouldn't normally go out on Halloween

but Drusilla kept prompting him too, so he let her win.

It didn't take him long to see that something wicked was going on.

For one, all the kids had disappeared only to be replaced by demons,

monsters, and other evil creatures.

The master vampire could very well smell the magic in the air.

And his dark princess Dru had a vision. Something had made the

slayer weak, and all he needed to do was find her. Then he could get

that hat trick he'd been mooning over since they got to Sunnydale.

"Boss, we spotted her on Elm Street. She was being chased by a

pirate." One of his minions told him. William the Bloody laughed

fully at hearing the story.

Seems the little tart dressed up like some noble women, all puffy

hair and no superpowers. She was right for the picking. "And her

little sidekicks? Red and the boy?"

The redhead he'd give to Drusilla as a present, but the boy, well

Spike had plans for him. His grand sire Angelus had offered the

whelp to him on parent-teacher night. But it was just a ruse to get

him to lower his guard.

And that was something the blond vampire couldn't forgive. To spite

his grand sire he was going to turn the boy, then send him off to

get killed by Angel.

That'd put a cramp in the old sod's morals. Having to kill someone

that he'd been trying to protect.

"The redhead was with her. She was running through cars and demons

like a ghost." The minion told his master knowing that if Spike

liked the information he might even reward him.

"Hmm, ghost huh? Can't really kill one of those. Well what about the

boy? The one that's always hanging with the little tarts?" If he

couldn't kill the girl at least he'd get to kill the slayer and

whelp.

A nervous look passed over the minion's visage. One Spike did not

miss, "Well?" He demanded.

"I think I saw him, but he was dressed in some kind of armor. And

before I could get a closer look he well.... flew away." He waited

for what he knew was coming.

"Flew away? What he turned into a bloody bird?" The master vampire

sneered. The minion took a few steps backwards, "Umm, no. He still

looked human, he just smelled differently. And he threw a car at one

of the pirates."

A perplexed look appeared on Spike's face. "Threw a car at a pirate?

And what do you mean smelled different?" He wondered out loud as he

followed the demons to the place where they saw the slayer last.

"He smelled like ozone. And he didn't even touch the car. He just

waved his hand and it went flying." He informed his master. It had

been a weird sight. And he wasn't in any hurry to fight the boy now.

It wasn't just the smell that changed. It was like the air around

him was charged, menacing.

"Sod it all. Fine, I don't care about casper and bird boy. Just find

me that damned slayer."

***

"Damn it! We've got to get her to Giles." Willow shouted. It was no

fun being a ghost. Not one that was dressed like a hooker too. She

couldn't touch anything, it was annoying as hell.

"Fine, go out and see if you can spot anyone coming." Angel ordered

her as he hauled Buffy over his shoulder. He'd finally lost patience

with her and just knocked her out.

At least Cordelia seemed to have calmed down. She was a bit cranky

at first, after being chased by big foot. But she soon got over it

at seeing that Buffy was out of it and Willow was see through.

A few seconds later Willow returned, having walked through the

kitchen wall. "Jesus, don't do that!" Angel told her with a shudder.

He never liked ghosts.

She just shot him a dirty look before saying, "Coasts clear. Now all

we need to do is get her to Giles. I'm sure he'll know what's

happened. Then we can find Xander."

"Yeah, where is geek boy anyway?" The dark-haired girl asked.

Willow just shook her head as they ran. "I don't know. He was

dressed like a king I think. But then when everyone turned into

their costumes he flew away!" She told them excitedly.

"What? Like superman?" Both girls gave Angel an odd look. "Hey! I

have a life outside of killing vampires. And in that time sometimes

I like to read Marvel comics."

"Ok, good for you. But no he didn't turn into superman. I don't

think. I mean, he waved his hand and sent a car flying through the

air too!" The scantily dressed ghost told them.

Before they could go on with their conversation three little

monsters jumped out and attacked. "Angel they're kids! Don't hurt

them too bad."

"Right." The vampire cursed with a soul grunted before connecting

his fist with one of the little monsters' face sending it flying.

The other two attacked his legs, sinking their sharp teeth into his

calves. "Gahhh!"

His pain filled yell echoed throughout the night air. It took all

his self-control not to break their little necks after that. But he

just grabbed their heads and clunked them together, knocking them

out.

"Are you alright?" Cor asked with a grimace. He was bleeding badly

from his legs. "Come on, we've got to get out of here before others

show up." He answered.

They'd have to move quickly; any vampire worth his salt could follow

the trail of blood Angel was leaving.

And with Buffy starting to stir in his arms, they couldn't afford to

wait for her to wake up. She'd only start whining again about how he

was a brute and that Willow and Cordelia were women of questionable

virtue.

***

Giles held up his hands, "Please one at a time."

Willow looked at him still upset, "We've been turned into our

costumes! I was dressed as a ghost, and now I am a ghost!" She

yelled.

The watcher checked her out from head to toe before asking, "The

ghost of what?" Her face turned as red as her hair, "That's not the

point. I mean, look at Buffy! She's dressed up like an 18th century

noblewoman and now she is one." She pointed at the blond behind him.

"Unhand me you brute! I'll have you brought up on charges as soon as

I get to my father. Then we'll see how you like being flogged for

all you're worth!" Indeed, the slayer was definitely not herself.

Even Angel was starting to get tired of her. "So you're saying

everyone's turned into their costume? But look at Cordelia, she's

hasn't become a giant cat."

Willow couldn't argue with that. It was the only thing she couldn't

understand. "Well, no. But she made her costume. Yeah, that's it!

Me, Buffy, and Xander all bought our costumes at the same place,

Ethan's."

The watcher's face paled three shades at hearing that name." Where

is this costume store?" He demanded.

After getting the location he ordered Angel to watch over the girls.

He had something to do. And he wouldn't allow anyone to talk him out

of it either.

"Do not leave me with these.... these..... harlots! I thought you

were a man of learning, but I'm sorry to see you're nothing more

then another vagabond!" Giles ignored Buffy as he left.

It was almost ten minutes later before anyone spoke. That is other

then Buffy and her constant whining. "I've got to get out there.

There might be others in trouble." Angel told them.

"Hey! You can't leave us here. What are we going to do if some more

monsters show up? Buffy's out of her mind, and Willow couldn't even

lift a book. And there's no way I'm going to fight anyone off!" Cor

told him.

"Fine! Willow, you can't be hurt. Why don't you go out and look for

Xander?" The two hundred fifty year old vampire wasn't really

worried too much about him, but he knew Buffy would never forgive

him if he let the boy get hurt.

She just gave him a miserable look, "What part of he flew away don't

you understand? He's long gone by now." She'd seen how fast he'd

moved. He was gone in a matter of seconds once he got in the air.

"Well if he can throw cars like matchboxes I don't see why you're

worrying about him. Its not like he can't take care of himself right

now." The spandex-wearing cheerleader informed the redhead.

Willow turned to the girl and was about to sprout out a few words

her parents would never believe she even knew when she saw

something. "Buffy! She's gone!"

***

A few meters away from the school the noblewoman who was wearing the

slayer's body was running as fast as she could. Spike and about a

dozen other monsters were on her tail. And they would have caught

her too, if a dark figure hadn't dropped out of the sky and scooped

her up into his arms.

***

Across town Ethan Ryan was getting the living daylights beaten out

of his by his good old friend Ripper.

"Tell me how to stop the spell." The calm voice came from Giles, who

was cleaning his glasses like he didn't have a care in the world. He

did this with his foot pressed tightly against Ethan's throat.

"Well old boy, it is good to see that the watcher's haven't made you

soft." He spat out before being kicked viciously in the stomach so

hard that he could swear he tasted blood. "Tell me how to stop the

spell."

"Al...alright!" He coughed up. "The powers in the statue, just break

it and the spell will be ended." Without further prompting the

watcher walked over and grabbed the demi-god's likeness in his arms

before smashing it against the floor.

White light scattered in all directions when he did this. Giles

turned back to Ethan only to find him missing, "Bugger." He swore

under his breath before heading out to find the others.

The watcher and the scooby gang caught up to each other a few blocks

away.

Everything seemed to be back to normal, but they couldn't find

either Buffy or Xander. And both Willow and Angel were very worried

about them. Cordelia left them to head home having had enough

excitement for one night.

Despite their best efforts they couldn't find either Xander or their

wayward slayer. And it would be many days before they got any word

from them.

But three days after Halloween Giles got a call, "Buffy? Where the

bloody hell have you been?!? Is Xander there with you?" The frantic

watcher asked.

He didn't have to call the others because both Angel and Willow had

been sitting there with him at the time. Even Cor stepped in a few

times to ask about them.

"South America? How the hell did you get there?"

***

Thousands of miles away, South America, a little village off the

cost.

"Giles! I'm sorry! We would have called sooner but there wasn't any

phones around." The blond slayer sent a glare at her dark haired

friend. "If you'd just wire the money, we could get out of here."

It wasn't really all that bad where they were. But it was sort of

hard to talk to anyone, since almost no one spoke English. The only

reason they got by was because Xander, it seemed, now knew their

tongue.

Upon further thought, Xander knew a lot of new things. After the

spell had ended she'd gone back to her normal self, and for the most

part so had he.

Other then the fact that he still had all the powers he'd gotten

from his costume. He could still control metal like magic, making it

do anything he so wanted it too.

And he could still fly. He'd told her time and time again that he

could just fly them both back by himself but she wasn't having any

of it. She still remembered the ride from when she was the

noblewoman.

And it wasn't something she wanted to do ever again.

Xander, or rather the prototype of the new Eric had created a field

of 'ultra-magnetism' that surrounded the two of them as they flew. A

flight that if Xander was right, and Buffy didn't doubt he was; had

been thousands of miles in seconds.

Sure, that was a quick flight but just thinking about it made her

stomach hurt. She hadn't even been able to see through the bubble

that had surrounded them, but it was just too much for her nerves to

take.

"You'll do it? Thank God! I don't know if I could have stood

sleeping on someone's dirt floor again Giles." The blond slayer

thanked him and hung up.

"He says he'll have the money to us in a few hours. All we need to

do is just lie low for a little bit." She was talking more to

herself then him.

The dark-haired teen was only hanging out with her because she

refused to fly, and he refused to leave her. So as soon as she got

on the plane he was going to take to the air under his own power.

Once the money had come he and Buffy said their goodbyes, and Xander

promised to meet her in Sunnydale. And she the slayer was off

towards home. Leaving the young man to think.

***

He was still having trouble getting around. He was a mutant now. And

even if most of the population had no idea they existed, he did. Or

really Eric Lehnsherr had.

The first day he'd been really out of it. Eric's mind had been

strong! It tried all it could to fight him out of his own head, but

without Ethan's magic he couldn't win.

But even after his consciousness had been defeated Eric's powers and

memories had stayed with Xander.

The teen could have dealt with the powers, they were cool as hell,

but they didn't scare him. Because he knew already how to use them,

something else Eric left him. It was the memories he wished he

didn't have.

His memories of the Holocaust were the most frightening things

Xander had ever seen. Vampires, demons, magic, they didn't scare him

as much as the images in his mind did.

He knew they weren't his memories, knew that it was Eric who lived

through it. But he couldn't stop the images that bombarded him when

he thought of the past.

Xander could remember the day his parents were taken from him. He

tried to fight the guards, tried to get to his mother and father,

but he couldn't. It was the first time his powers had manifested

themselves.

He'd twisted the metal gates between him and his parents, the very

iron bent to his will as Eric tried to get to them. Only to be

smashed in the face by one of the Nazi's rifles.

He'd failed, and his parents had been taken to the ovens.

Those images were enough to make Xander vomit his dinner up the

first night after the spell was broken. His insides felt twisted and

distorted. It hurt; it hurt like nothing else in his life had ever

hurt.

It hurt because Eric loved his parents, loved his family. It wasn't

the indifference Xander felt towards his parents and they towards

him, no. This was real love between a child and his parents.

And when they died it didn't matter to Eric that he was a freak, a

Jew freak, twice damned in that hellish place. He felt nothing but

sorrow and disgust.

Eric blamed himself for their deaths. Blamed himself because he

wasn't strong enough to protect them. And he vowed never to be weak

again, never to be powerless as those he loved were harmed.

The teen would like for the rest of Eric's time in those camps to be

a blur, that they weren't going to stand out as much as his parent's

death. But that would be a lie.

He couldn't forget what had happened in the camps. Because Eric

would have never allowed himself to forget. Something else he

promised himself. To never forget one of their faces.

Hundreds of men, women, and children. He'd watched them come and go.

Some from firing squads, some were gased, and some like his parents

went into the ovens.

Eric bore witness to it all. Never forgetting a single face, a

single name, or a single scream in the night. And Xander remembered

right along with him. And in feeling Lehnsherr's conviction Xander

felt he didn't want to forget, he couldn't.

He might not have made the promise, but he couldn't turn his back on

it. Doing so would be unforgivable. To just close his eyes and

forget it all; the very idea was obscene.

So like Eric Lehnsherr, Xander bore witness.

He knew he had to get out of the village, had to get away from

people. So he took to the skies, not caring who saw him do it

either. And he went into the jungles.

There, he ripped and smashed everything around him. He let his new

powers loose, and in only a few moments laid waste to one square

block that used to be thick vines and trees.

It calmed him, but it didn't make him feel better. He didn't know

anything that could. But he'd spent his rage, and his hate. Hatred

for the ones that did that to Eric and the others, and hatred for

those who stood by and let it happen.

He was finally ready to go home.

***

The next few days were tense. Giles and Willow were all over the

fact that the powers Xander had, hadn't left him. Nor had the

memories of the owner of the armor's life.

It took a lot of research to figure out what Ethan had done.

Changing the teen's very genetic code was something Giles would

never have believed the chaos mage powerful enough to do.

Which prompted Xander to explain the x-gene and how it had branched

off from normal humans.

And it was in depth too. Almost like it was a professor in the field

explaining it, and not a 17 year-old teen. It wasn't that Ethan was

powerful; it was that he was cleaver.

Only one gene was what separated humans from mutants. So, if he got

someone to wear the costume, that person's gene would have to

change, the magic made it so.

But genes don't change back; his body didn't see anything wrong with

its existence. And it couldn't be taken away since neither Giles nor

Jenny Calendar knew of a way to do so.

Even if Xander wore the costume of a normal human, and the spell was

cast again he'd still have those powers. Magic and science don't

mix.

And besides that things weren't the same between the scoobys. Buffy

was the only one who didn't seem bothered by all this but the others

were.

Giles took it hard when the young teen told him about the memories

he now had. He didn't tell them about Eric, that wasn't any of their

business. The watcher took the news hard, clasping the teen by the

shoulder sadly before retiring in his office.

It was just another reason for him to hate Ethan. Forcing that into

an innocent young man's mind, making him see those things. Giles

swore he'd have Ryan's head for it, and the others thought he was

being dramatic, but Xander knew that the watcher had every notice to

cut the mage's head clean off his shoulders.

Willow didn't take it too well either. She was Jewish, and her

grandmother had been in the camps. She'd seen the pain in her eyes

when she talked about it. Seen the inner torment in her

grandmother's eyes as she thought about the past.

It was the same pain in her best friend's eyes now. A faraway look,

he might have been standing right beside her, but she knew in his

mind he was miles away.

Besides the memories he still had the powers. And they were awesome.

There were few things the dark-haired teen couldn't do now. He could

fly, could throw around cars like they were nothing, and he could

kill vampires or demons with a thought.

It was because he could affect their blood. Blood has iron in it;

anyone that went to school knows that simple fact. And now Xander

could control metal, all metal.

He could very well lift a person just by touching the iron in their

blood. And if he could touch it, he could stop it in their veins.

Which killed demons in moments. Vampires weren't so different. It

wasn't hard for him to find their hearts and smash them, resulting

in the vampire turning to dust without anyone so much as touching

them.

It was a frightening sight for them all. Such rare power, that

seemed to know no limit. That and his inscrutable _expression as he

killed them with nothing more then the wave of his hand.

Before when Xander had staked a vampire he'd bragged about it, or at

least showed pride in himself for doing it. But now? It was like

he'd been carved out of stone. His face showed nothing of his inner

thoughts or emotions.

Something that put Giles and Angel on edge. Neither liked not being

able to tell what he felt. Before they'd never given it much

thought, but now the teen was a walking powerhouse.

Which led to some problems.

***

"Why is it such a problem for you to tell me where you've gone?" The

watcher demanded.

"Its not your concern. I'm not your slayer, what I do with my free

time is mine." The dark-haired youth shouted back coldly. After

seeing how very powerful Xander could be Giles asked that he patrol

with Buffy every night.

Of course he didn't have a problem with it. If Buffy was safer with

him there then who was he to say no? Not that Buffy was all too

happy with her new patrol partner.

She never got to kill any vampires or demons anymore. He'd simply

kill them before she had the chance to even raise her stake.

And with much arguing and whining Buffy got her watcher to have

Xander patrol on his own. She went one way and he went the other.

This was what the argument was about now.

"It's not too much to ask where you've been, or what you've seen now

is it?" Giles asked with a glare. He wanted the teen to explain in

detail all the demons he'd killed, and if any other supernatural

stuff happened around him.

Which Xander took much like Buffy had. He refused to spell out word

for word everything. For him it was enough to say, "Killed nine

vampires. Or I've killed a dozen yellow demons."

The slayer did the same, and he refused to be treated like he was

being. It was plain to him that Giles didn't trust him, and he'd

seen Angel more then once following him when he was patrolling.

The two of them were keeping their eyes on him, as if they were

waiting for him to do something wrong. He saw why they were acting

that way as well. Fear.

Fear of the unknown. Neither Angel nor Giles knew very much about

mutants. And they just couldn't trust someone with such power to do

the right thing. And this set Xander's nerves on edge.

It was the same irrational fear that Eric had seen all his life. And

he couldn't stand it. Neither Willow nor Buffy acted like that.

Neither did Jenny.

And he knew why, it was because they had power as well.

Buffy was the slayer; she was in her own right a mutant. Willow was

a witch; she was learning the first steps to magic. And Jenny was a

techno pagan; magic was her forte.

But Giles didn't do that anymore. And it wasn't that he couldn't

trust anyone with power. It was that he couldn't trust someone with

power that he couldn't understand.

Slaying and magic were normal to him. People being able to read

minds, or control metal weren't. It was just too much, the idea of

mutants among them.

Angel's problem was around the same thing. It wasn't that he

couldn't understand power; he couldn't understand that much power.

In his eyes Xander was just TOO powerful. He could do too many

things, and he had so few limits as well.

And like many arguments before the young man stormed out on Giles.

Refusing to explain his actions or tell the watcher where he was at,

at all times.

As soon as he was outside he took to the skies. And he flew higher

then anyone else ever had. Not just through the sky, but into space

itself. Something he'd kept to himself.

His shell of 'ultra-magnetism' protected him from the vacuum of

space, and he always kept enough air inside the shell so that

breathing wasn't a problem either.

The sight was breathtaking. He stood floating only a few meters away

from the Earth.

Beneath him was a giant blue ball. It was beautiful in it's self.

But he could also turn and look towards the moon. Through Eric's

memories he knew he couldn't reach it even with his powers.

But he could reach out with his hand and pretend. It was enough; it

was more then enough. How many people could saw they touched the

moon and stars?

It was here that he came to think. And it was there he finally knew

he could no longer stay in Sunnydale. It had only been a month since

the spell had taken effect, but to him it felt like ages.

He had to leave before he started hating Giles and the others.

Because Xander knew if he stayed that's what would happen. Maybe he

wouldn't hate the girls but he'd soon come to hate the watcher and

Angel.

As well as hate all the humans around him. He knew they'd hate and

fear him because of what he was, what he could do. And so he left

them to find people like himself, mutants.

***

His goodbyes with the girls were tearful, Buffy, Willow, Jenny, and

even Cordelia. He'd promised to keep in touch and come home to

visit, but all could feel that when he left he wasn't coming back.

Of course he'd keep his word to call them and talk with them, but

he'd never come back to Sunnydale as more then just a visitor. It

just wasn't his home anymore.

Xander gave them all his pager and cell number and made them promise

to call him if they needed any help.

And as his last act as a scooby before leaving for parts unknown, he

brought both Spike and Drusilla to them and with his powers held the

vampires still as Buffy staked them.

He was gone before the last grains of dust hit the floor.





): )

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