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Summary: Xander had help he didn't remeber saving Buffy's life, the PTB always remeber depts owed to them and when to collect

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DC Universe > Superman
Games > Dungeons and Dragons
CanadianPhoenixFR1522,319057,82329 Nov 0329 Nov 03No

Xander's Test

Disclaimer: Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon own all the rights to the stuff, DC Comics owns rights to other things. Forgotten Realms is ulitmatly owned by Hasbro. I will make no money from this story.


Xander was sitting on Kingman's bluff only a yards from the temple Willow had raised only a couple of month's ago. Every since that horrible night he had felt drawn there, not that any of his friends were there to notice they had all gone with Willow to England. He spent most of his time out there now, going so far as setting up a semi-permanent camp. He had been changed by the earth energies that Willow had sent into him, what she had taken time to prepare for he was thrust in; like diving into glacial waters.

He had done as much research as humanly possible, delving deep into the books at the Magic shop, and as far as he could tell this was the first time in written history that something like this had happened. Oddly enough this came as no surprise to the young carpenter, he hadn't really expected to find any answers, at the time it felt like a waste of energy but he did it out of habit anyways. So instead he concentrated on the changes that had been invoked in him self. For one he found he was a lot more comfortable away from 'civilization' away from people, so a last month he quit his job and left his apartment.

After repairing the Magic shop he left a letter for each of his friends, all of them were different yet the same in that each was a farewell. Almost as though he knew he was leaving. He didn't even have to turn around to recognize the being behind him, if the voice wasn't enough he had sensed him the second he appeared. Ever since the Willow incident he had been slowly remembering little things.

"It's been five long years since we came to the agreement, five years and a lot of work for all of us." Skip's voice held a hint of pride; he had followed the young man's life closely. Angel was Whistler's pet project, Xander's his Skip knew he had chosen the better of the two. "The Power's have sent me to give you a chose, once again."

As Xander stood he scratched his chest, the burns had left their mark on him and he constantly found himself touching them, scratching them never able to leave it alone. To him they felt alive, as though they were moving with a will of their own. The feeling was very similar to the hyena possession so long ago, three is supposed to be a lucky number and he had been touched by strong earth magic's thrice in his 'career' as a demon hunter.

"Yes, and Gaia has taken notice of you, not only do you hold a reminisce of a strong animal spirit now you hold a portion of her energy with you. It is for that reason amongst other's that you are to be sent away."

Xander started at that, he thought all that mattered was the deal he had made so long ago.


Xander ran out of the library angry at his friends, angry at fate and

the world around him. Pushing him self to run faster he charged out of

the school doors, not know exactly where he was going only that he

needed to go. Xander ran all the way to the Bronze before he stopped,

putting his hands on his knees he bent down and started half gasping

half crying. Eyes half closed he tried to think about how to find Buffy,

how to save her life.

Male Oracle: "We heard your call Kal-El, and it could not be denied. He

brings us a gift worth far more then any material object."

Female Oracle: "His call is a screaming hurricane of wrath and

desperation, a demand that must be acknowledged. He would erase what was

once written."

Xander opens his eyes to find himself in a large open room, the large

bricks are an off white color. Xander slowly turns around and see two

strangely dressed.. demons(?) standing in front of a large archway that

seemed to go on forever. A large brown demon (he was sure this time)

coming towards them, he stopped behind the two human-looking demons(?).

"Demand is such a strong word my Oracles, his scream wasn't directed at

you just heard by all of us."

MO: "Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that we cannot change that

which is written, the Slayer must die and the Hellmouth vented."

FO: "Yes, what is written cannot be erased, but what was unwritten can

be ignored. The Outsider can alter what has not been written"

The Oracles and the demon turn to look at Xander, who had begun to back

away from them. "Ok, I don't know who the Kal-El guy is I'm sure he's a

great guy and everything. Kudos on the empty room here, I can see you

three are busy though so I'll just go."

MO: "Time grows short Kal-El and we have come to our decision, now it is

time for you to choose."

FO: "We shall lead you to one who can lead you to the Slayer, but our

assistance comes at a price. You must swear to do us a favor."

Xander looks around again confused. "Ok, listen my name's Xander, but I

so need all the help I can get. Is this some kind of Godfather thing? I

mean am I going to have put a horses head in some ones bed or


The oracles look at each other and blinked. MO: "That is not the name

you were born with, the stars ring out your name Kal-El last son of

Krypton. You were not born on this world, yet you shall be of this

world. Thus you remain unseen in what is written."

FO: "For us to help you, a choice has to be made by you. You must choose

freely to go into our dept, once there it is up to us to discharge that


Xander didn't understand at all, Kal-El. Krypton. his parents had told

him they had found him in a corn field one day but he had assumed they

were just being their normal cruel selves. It all came together in his

mind, the meteor shower the way his parents both loathed and feared him.

Xander's answer came from instinct alone. "Yes, I formal beseech the

oracles aid in this matter."

The third demon walked slowly towards Xander, his hands out to his sides

a huge smile on his face. Xander found himself unable to move, when the

demon got about a foot away he stopped. "Hi, my name's Skip. I am sorry

about this, you just can't remember." With that he put his hands on

Xander's temples and an explosive pain shot through his skull. When he

opened his eyes he was in front of an apartment door, with a cross in

his hand and a plan in his mind.


Xander fell back screaming and clutching his head in pain, Skip sat watching with an almost casual disinterest. Waiting for the young man to come to stop, almost an hour passed before Xander moved again. "You fucking bastard, you knew what would happen and you didn't warn me."

Skip just shrugged, "I'm not interested in your pain, no more then I wanted it to come to this. What you have to understand is I'm here not only to collect the dept you owe me but to save your life. You're being sent away form the Hellmouth."

Xander looked up anger burning in his eyes, for a second his eyes glowed red and then he slumped forward. "Yes, it's that indomitable will that interests me. You fascinate Kal-El stuck down her with mortals that you should be far above, superior to. Yet here you are you chose this path and now you must follow through with it till the end."

"Fuck you, I made a deal with the Oracles not with you. Get out of my town demon and never come back. You're sick, stuck down here with mortals? I reveal in my mortality, I fight for those who can't." Xander stood up, swaying from side to side. If he had any strength at all he would have attacked Skip.

Skip slowly began changing first to the Male Oracle the to the Female. "I hold many forms and more names, I was created before any other. My place is at the feet of her throne, when I say go you go. I don't say these things to insult you, it amazes me power usually corrupts. Yet here you are, you could have left became powerful. Some part of you realized that long ago, but you chose to fight against the darkness."

"Now you must choose once more Kal-El." Skip waves his hand and three oval shaped portals appeared in front of Xander. "These are your options, now pick."

Xander went and peered into each one, the first lead into a world that was fully dominated by machinery clouds covered the sky above the earth. The second was lead into a vast and endless desert. The third and final portal was the most promising, a forest paradise, densely packed evergreens. Inside of the trees were wooden bridges that connected the trees and made a huge tree castle.

Xander looked over at Skip, and nodded. Skip smiled and waved his hand, all but the chosen portal disappeared. Xander looked down and saw his clothing had changed and there was a backpack and two large duffle bags beside him. "Good luck with these your trials, when your body has purged the influences of the Hellmouth then you shall be truly whole once more. Know that we are proud of you Kal-El, and remember we will be watching."

Xander didn't respond he just turned and entered the portal, leaving his adopted home and his family behind
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