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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 CollectionsLadyAvariceFR153218,57728167,6671 Oct 121 Nov 12Yes

CH 18: Dragon Wings

CH 17 Costume: Tobias Fangor from the Animorphs



"I hate you."

Xander was grumbling as Buffy fussed over his costume. He'd been perfectly fine going as G I Joe Normal soldier. Buffy had taken one look at the outfit and ripped it to shreds.

Literally.

Now here he was, letting her fuss over him as she adjusted the harness that was hidden under the weird shirt.

He really wished he had the balls to tell her to back off.

Originally he'd asked if she was trying to be funny dressing him up as an angel. There was a voice that was whispering to him that she wished he was her angel with a capital A. he was still scowling when she showed a red ball the size of a softball into his hand and told him it was part of the costume.

When she'd told him he was actually dressed as a prince, it hadn't helped matters.

She jerked at the wing she was attaching and he nearly fell over.

There'd better damn well be Twinkies after this!



The young man looked around, wings vanishing in a flurry of white. He could feel the living armor thrumming somewhere nearby, the energist in his hand pulsing brighter as he neared it.

He'd managed to avoid the monsters for the most part. He wasn't sure if it was the energist he was holding or if they could somehow tell he wouldn't go down easily. Hitomi used to tell him that when he was tense he gave off an aura that made anyone not a friend want to back off fast.

He still missed her.

Finally he found his armor behind a rather large building. Hurriedly he clambered in after inserting the energist. The hatch clicked closed and moments later he was in the sky, dragon roaring, clouds at their bellies.

Not two minutes later an incorporeal girl ran past where the armor had been, yelling for her friend.



Angelus smiled. The Judge was assembled, he was guaranteed a win no matter what his cranky grand Childer said.

"You've lost, no weapon forged by man can defeat me. I will burn out the humanity in this world." The Judge was assured of his power.

He felt the vaguest sense of worry when the Scoobies just smiled at him.

Then he realized that Xander Harris was not present.

Since Halloween that boy had gained a pair of wings and a set of sword skills to envy.

It had taken him weeks to heal from that back-strike to his rear.

But still, no reason to worry.

Right?

"Oooooh, Kitten is Kitten no more. Kitten played in the Roots of the Tree and dug up the past. Kitten isn't Kitten anymore!"

Druscilla started shaking and rocking in place. William looked worried.

Angelus lost his pleasant edge.

"Then what is he, Childe?"

"Kitten isn't Kitten any more, Kitten has become the Dragon!"

The roof of the mall burst open, a giant suit of armor landing lightly amid the rubble.

"No weapon forged by man? How about an Atlantian?"

The armor shifted and in its place stood a dragon, Xander Harris on its back.

There was no time to run before the remaining Scourge of Europe and the Judge were reduced to ashes by dragon's breath.
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