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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 CollectionsLadyAvariceFR153218,57728168,9051 Oct 121 Nov 12Yes

CH 21: Blue Zap

CH 20 Costume: Dawn Summers Special: Character based on Yue from Card captor Sakura

Ok, this was easy.

No soldier outfit? No big deal.

That movie he'd managed to go to with the girls last month was pretty good and it gave him a great idea.

Some roughed up old clothes, a box that he'd painted a bit, and some fake scrapes thanks to a one dollar tube of fake blood.

Looking in the mirror he grinned. Just right, no extras needed, thankyouverymuch. Whistling he

And away he went!


The boy spun around in place. One moment he'd been running through the streets, dodging bullets and debris and now he was surrounded by monsters with a scantily clad girl calling him Xander. This was so not his day.

And then he noticed her arms passed through him when she tried to grab his arm.

"Oooooh, nonononononono. No, not on top of everything else!"

Willow watched in horrified fascination as he fired off words faster than even her babble could usually accomplish. Then it switched to horrified realization.

"Oh no you've turned into your costume too."

The boy stopped and looked at her with wide eyes. Then he slumped.

"That just figures."

He was about to say something else when a little terror ran into him from behind, knocking him to the ground and jolting the box he held. Willow watched as a flash escaped it and swept over the ground before returning to the boy-who-wasn't-Xander.

When he looked up again his eyes were glowing blue.


He really wasn't sure how to approach this. The box was once again just a box. That was of the good.

The bad thing, he wasn't.

He'd woken that morning with a headache to beat a post-sparring headache that Buffy usually left him with after a high kick.

Granted the one time she'd done that while wearing a skirt had been worth it, but still.

Blue eyes watched the sky line. He felt a rather urgent need to do something. What that something was though, he couldn't say.

Sighing he let himself into his Uncle Rory's junkyard. It was a good place to get away from everyone. Even Willow wouldn't bug him out here, knowing if he was here he needed Xander-time.

He felt an odd sadness as he looked over some of the used-to-be-new machines. It was such a waste.

Looking towards the side shed he noticed a motorcycle that someone must had dropped off recently. It was missing its engine, chain and back tire, but you could tell that at some time it had been special to someone. The customized paintjob still shone through some of the dirt covering it.

Wiping off some of the grime he startled as little bits of static jumped between his hand and the frame.

Blue eyes blinked, and everything clicked.

Grinning he placed his hand flat on the side of the bike and let go of the something that had been bugging him all day.

His smile widened as a soft hum started to fill the air along with the clank of metal pieces moving.
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