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Summary: Xander's thoughts at the end. Xander/Faith Cross with Jet Li's Hero

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Movies > HeroCameronYoungFR1811,1201121,49611 Jul 1011 Jul 10Yes
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy and I’m pretty sure that the base story for Jet Li’s Hero is public domain. It is over two thousand years old.

Xander Harris walks through the burnt out husk that was the rebuilt Sunnydale High School. His thumb passes over the engraving on the guard of his sword.
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“Xander, what are you supposed to be?”

Xander gives Joyce a knowing smile. He readjusts his black robes and secures the sword at his waist. “I’m a Hero Mrs. Sum… Joyce.”
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Willow gives the others a small smile before she and Kennedy break off from the rest of the group.
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Willow is crying over her yellow crayon.
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Willow is blushing and stuttering because he gave her a compliment.
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Willow is giddy from casting her first spell.
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Willow’s eyes are black. Her face is streaked with tears. Her hands are pouring out energy that will destroy the world.
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Giles walks away with a nod to the only true family he has left to direct the battle against the Bringers.
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“Y-y-you’re saying you were possessed by a-a-an assassin from two millennia ago?” Giles is in awe.

Xander fires off an affirmative. In ancient Chinese.

“Good Lord.”
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Buffy looks agitated. She feels she has to try one last time. “Are you sure that there’s nothing I can say to keep you from going down there with us?”

“Positive, Buffster.”
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Xander is mesmerized by the way Buffy’s legs make her butt move. He falls off his skateboard.
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Buffy is fighting. Xander has never seen that much grace, power or ferocity in one place before.
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Buffy is unsure, she needs to be motivated, to feel like her friends are behind her completely so that she can save the world.

“She said to kick his ass.”
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Buffy is falling and his heart falls with her. Buffy lays broken on the ground and his heart is shattered. She is still, his Hero, his Champion, his Empress.
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She cheers at his wedding and throws rice but he can see that her heart aches for what she believes she can not have.
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She doesn’t know what to do. Her plan is desperate. He will support her anyway.
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“You ready to do this Boy-toy?” Faith throws up a wall of confidence to hide her terror. Terror for the potentials, for her sister slayer, for everyone she has ever loved, but mostly for her husband and her unborn child.
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She is dancing. The most beautiful girl he has ever seen is grinding her hips against some asshole that has to be a vampire. No one dresses like that anymore. He fingers the hilt of his hidden sword in irritation but he waits. The monster will try to get her alone, he will strike then.
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She pulls him into the shabby motel room. It had been a good first date but not that good. He tells her so. She asks if he’s gay. He says that he cares for her and wants to do this right. She is throws up her last wall of defense by telling him that’s not her style. He asks why. She tells him it’s preemptive, leave them before they leave her. He walks to the mini fridge, pulls out a bottle of ketchup and begins to pour it on his head. She gives him a look suggesting that he should be locked up. He explains that all of his previous dates have ended with the girl trying to eat him in one fashion or another and that if he is going to be eaten, he should at least taste good. She laughs, a snicker a first, but it builds to a full blown laugh. They talk for the rest of the night.
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She protests that she doesn’t have a dress. He explains that this was the reason he flips burgers in between fighting the forces of darkness. It is not the sort of thing she enjoys or is used to but she tries for him.
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He is down on one knee. She says yes.
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The longest fifteen minutes of his life pass by at a glacial speed. A little plus sign shows up in a little box on a little stick, signifying the largest event in his life. His wife is pregnant.
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“Yes, I am. I love you Faith, and I’m sorry.” Her eyes widen as her husband dashes forward before she can react. It always amazes her to see him fly forward like he’s being pulled by strings.

“Xander, wait!” She runs after him only to see his sword dart out, striking the walls of the entrance to hell. It caves in behind him. She screams and begins to dig furiously but she has fifteen feet of solid rock to dig through. He is alone against the hoards of hell.

He turns slowly to see thousands upon thousands of Turok-han, proto-vampires. He smiles as the words of the Emperor of Qin echo through his mind.

“At the first stage, ‘Man’ and ‘Sword’ are one. At this point, even a blade of grass is a deadly weapon.”

He twirls and slices as cuts down foe after foe. His hand jars as his sword cleaves through hardened bones but he continues anyway. He kills hundreds in minutes. His sword can not take the stress as it breaks and shatters while cutting through another of the seemingly endless supply of enemies. The Amulet the old woman gave him begins to glow faintly.

“At the second stage, the Sword resides in the heart, not in the hand.”

The floor is coated with a thick layer of dust that swirls with the movement of Xander’s hands and feet. A kick decapitates, a punch shatters ribs and sends them towards the heart. With each strike, more dust falls. Xander looks like a sandstorm. He is tired. The First is seething anger. His army breaks upon the fists and sword of one man. The Amulet is shining brightly.

“But in the final ideal, the sword vanishes completely. The Warrior lays down his sword and is at peace with the world.”

The Amulet is incandescent. Xander feels his body start to lose form. A strange warmth grows from the depths of his soul. The earth itself is shaking and Xander stands at the epicenter, calm, collected, at peace. Xander dies knowing his sacrifice is buying his child something he never had growing up: safety and love. The energy releases from his body in a swirling vortex and The First screams in impotent protest as his army is crushed by the falling rocks and burned by the hateful light. The spirit of the nameless hero looks down from heaven and speaks.

“'Our Land’ has become ‘Our World’.”


A/N: I was bored and the Plot Bunny for this bit me on the ankle and wouldn't let go. Hope you enjoyed it.

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