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Summary: A series of unrelated ficlets, all of which center around Xander Harris. Included stories are variably gen, het, and slash. Please note applicable warnings.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Drama(Past Donor)gleefulmusingsFR152584011,81630 Sep 1030 Sep 10No

Shards

Title: Shards
Author: xanzpet
Beta: mysterious_daze
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Seven.
Character: Xander Harris
Rating: FR-13
Warning(s): Spoilers for Dirty Girls.
Distribution: Please ask first. Please do not screencap this story, save it to hard drives, exchange with others, or translate into other languages without written consent.
Feedback: Con-crit is always welcome; flames are ridiculed and put on display.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, lyrics, etc. are the property of their respective owners. Snippets of dialogue may be incorporated from the original canonical episode(s) and belong to their respective authors/creators. The original characters and plot are the property of the author(s). The author(s) is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended, nor should any be inferred. No profit is being made.

Summary: Xander returns from the hospital after the attack in the vineyard.



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So he was home. If this could be called home.

Didn’t feel much like one, not for any of them, not even Dawn or Buffy. It was just a house, now. Whatever scent that had belonged to Joyce had long since evaporated, pulling with it any lingering trace of her gentleness.

The others hovered; discreetly, but it was hovering all the same. Never out of earshot, knowing they were now out of his line of vision.

So you’re the One Who Sees.

He snickered wildly and felt the glances upon him. He just as soon dismissed them, knowing they probably thought the meds had made him crackers. Maybe they had. Or maybe he saw things more clearly than ever before.

Willow flitted around him like a nervous bird. Dawn, when she was able to meet his eye, shot him looks of such heartbreak, he was forced to look away. Giles couldn’t look at him, but tried to convey his love and support. Anya used sarcasm and rage to cover her fear and impotence, all of which was a thin veil to disguise her utter devastation. Faith said nothing, for which he was grateful, but he knew her as well as he always had, and he knew she partly blamed herself. Kennedy was the worst, however; she wore her guilt like a shroud, and it was suffocating.

Well-meaning people poking him with well-meaning sticks.

Except for Buffy. Her silence threw stones.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Facets" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 30 Sep 10.

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