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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 CollectionsLadyAvariceFR153218,57728167,6361 Oct 121 Nov 12Yes

CH 25: Daylight

CH 24 Costume: Talon from Gargoyles



Ok, not what he would have chosen, but ok.

Snyder had decided to coral them into trick-or-treating. Not like he was doing anything anyway, and he did like kids, being a big one himself.

The costumes for himself, Buffy and Willow could have been a lot worse. Shuddering slightly he gave Jonathon's group a look. It sucked to have to dress as that purple dinosaur. With any luck Larry would be too embarrassed to bother him over it considering he was dressed as a Sesame Street character.

Theirs came from literature. Giles had been happy and even if it wasn't what she'd planned, Buffy did know how to look good in a toga. And green really was a great color for Willow.

Thankfully the troll was quick to hand out assignments and leave.

Apparently even he had limits to what he could stomach.



As magic washed over the town, three beings suddenly found themselves on the mortal plane. Children had been turned into beasts, humans shoved back in their bodies, anarchy wild in the streets.

Exchanging a glance they nodded.

Chaos would not get away with this.

In the blink of an eye they were gone.



Ok, he knew way too much now.

Seriously.

Finding out about the Hellmouth was bad enough, this was the lump sum of existence! His head was still spinning with the amount of information he had now.

Bright blue-gray eyes looked around at the rest of the Scoobies. Giles had remained unchanged since he hadn't been wearing a costume. Then again, being visited by a deity you used to worship and granted a boon to use whenever was not too shabby a thing. The other god and goddesses that had shown up to add their gifts for use was not a bad thing either.

Buffy was grinning, her intellect finally matching her physical prowess. She now realized she wasn't in a fight, but a war. And she intended to win it.

Thankfully her maturity level had also gone up several notches.

He didn't think any of them could smack some sense in to her after Halloween without her permitting it.

The shy, tame Willow was gone. Or rather, absorbed into a much steadier, calmer being.

She looked at peace with herself, reading one of the old books Giles had by one bright window, the used-to-be-dead fern winding around her hand as she petted the leaves like a kitten to a good scratch. Her birth family may have been lacking, but what she had now in the earth and the plants more than made up for it. She was rock-steady and blooming like one of the rarer flowers in the sun.

He was happy for her.

As for himself….

He couldn't help a rather amused and wicked grin.

His features had tanned a bit, his hair lighter and his eyes almost the opposite color they had been. Still, appearances aside he was not complaining.

Sneezing and instantaneously dusting a dozen vamps when his new powers went momentarily wonky was one heck of a plus in his book. He really needed to learn to do that on purpose.

That or have Willow carry that flower around with her for sneeze-mergencies.
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