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31 Never Was

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Thirty One". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: 31 things Xander never was.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsLadyAvariceFR153218,57728167,3401 Oct 121 Nov 12Yes

CH 10: Bright Spark

CH 9 Costume: Iruka Umino from Naruto



"Damnit."

There went the last kid with the last gun.

Figured.

What could he go as now?

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a bit of bright yellow against the back wall, mostly hidden behind other costumes. A little investigation turned up a not-so-bad idea provided he modified it a little and haggled with the proprietor.

Two dollars and a bottle of paint later, Xander was the proud owner of one to-be-kick-ass costume.



It was the day after Halloween and Xander was far from his girls and Giles.

He didn't know why, but he had retained just about everything from his costume the night before. Everything, save the neck wound that had stolen his voice.

His head was tilted down, resting on the steering wheel, tears running down his face. It was the only way he could cry any more.

The seemingly endless time in space, the war, all the friends lost.

And he had thought that loosing Jesse was the worst he could ever feel.

This being had lost his Jesse so many times!

His nightmares would be filled with a maniacal face, leering at him as his hand went into his neck, puling and twisting until he couldn't even scream. Pain following every time he reflexively tried to make any sound from then on. How could he stand it?

And then one of the most recent memories, a huge battle, buildings torn down by fighting titans, humans swatted aside like insects, his legsā€¦ good God his legs!

And then, his teacher-friend-brother distracting that same maniacal behemoth that stole his voice, just to give them the few seconds they needed, brutally gripped and torn apart.

He thought he'd die from the pain of that memory.

If anyone could understand the pain of losing Jesse, this one being could without a doubt.

Young but battle weary, coddled but sacrificed, ignored but vital, he was a brother in every way but blood.

And someday, he'd find a way to tell him, and thank him.

After all, it wasn't like he didn't have time to work on the tech.

The figure in the car flickered and vanished, and there was a musical hum as parts separated and rearranged until a tall robot stood in its place. Xander turned his head, looking to the stars. He found peace with them all his life, even more so now.

A bit of concentrating and the colors shifted from bright yellow to a dark silver like gunmetal. The features were mostly the same, but he'd arrange a bit of detailing in the near future. He wanted two things added to the sides of his alt.

Another hum and the camero, gunmetal with bright silver racing stripes, was back, rolling down the streets towards the library. He wondered if he could somehow get himself 'stolen' by Spike and have a little fun teaching him some manners.
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