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Summary: What could have happened at the end of ‘Becoming Part 2’ if Xander used his head and thought ahead.

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Title: Sorry (1/?)

Author: Ed Scott

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners... none of

who are me.

Summary: What could have happened at the end of ‘Becoming Part 2’ if Xander used his head and thought ahead.

Warning: Crossovers: Charmed

Rating: PG 13

Feedback, It's the coin of the realm.

“Who cares?”

“I do. Angel can have his soul back.”

“I can do this spell, Buffy. Everything is here.”

Xander walked around the counter in the library. There were three things he had hidden there, and only Giles knew about it. He whispered, “To the both of you, I’m sorry. But there is just no other way.” They weren’t paying attention to him, so Xander took out two tranquilizer pistols and shot Buffy and Willow. They both went down.

“What did you do, Xander?”

“What I have to do.” Cordelia stopped talking when she noticed Xander had a syringe in his hand and was approaching Buffy. He swabbed her arm, and injected her.


Xander was helping Giles move into his office. One of the small boxes fell out, and it opened when it landed. Inside it was a syringe and a vial of liquid. “Hey Giles. Are you on any medication?”

“No. Why do you ask?” Xander held up what he found. “That, I am ashamed to say, is for Buffy should she reach her eighteenth birthday. You can not tell her this, or anyone else. It’s for a test. The liquid temporarily strips her of her power. It lasts a week. I beg of you not to tell her.”

“Don’t worry about it, Giles. We might need this stuff before then.”

End Flashback

“Giles, is my duffle bag still in your office?” Giles nodded, entering his office and retrieving the bag. “Thank you, Giles. These letters are for the girls. This video tape I want you to deliver personally to Mrs. Summers. It will explain everything. I already have my high school diploma which I earned through the mail. The days after we clear out a nest, I went in and cleaned them out. I have over $100,000 in the bank. I have been offered an apprenticeship in construction by a man named Leo Wyatt. He lives in San Francisco. I will be living there. Cordy, after you graduate next year, I want you to move to San Francisco with me.”

“I’ll think about it.” Her body language told him that she would.

“Giles, when the girls wake up, tell them I had to do what they would not. Kendra, I want you to keep an eye on them. I want you to make sure they do not leave the library until tomorrow. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, sir.” With that, Xander grabbed his bag, shook Giles’ hand, kissed Cordelia on the cheek and left the library. For some reason, he knew where Angelus was. Buffy never told him where he lived when she went to fight the Master. He just knew. He never thought about it, he thought she had told them once. It was daytime, noon actually, so the vampires are not expecting an attack now. I bet you they will be surprised when they are attacked by 20th century weaponry.

Xander spent an hour looking over the Crawford Street Mansion that was their lair. Ok, I don’t have enough explosives for all the windows on the ground floor. But I do have enough for most of them. I have flash bangs that will stun them, smoke bombs which will hide my entrance and blessed bullets for my guns. That should keep them busy while I deal with Angelus.

Xander quietly walked to the windows and put a small amount of explosives on the western side windows. That took him thirty minutes. He checked his guns and saw that they were fully loaded and ready to kill. He took a moment, to let the feeling rush over him. The anticipation was exhilarating. When the moment was over, he threw a smoke bomb through an eastern window, waited for it to start smoking then hit the button that detonated the explosives and all hell broke loose. Figuratively speaking.

With his pistols in hand, Xander entered the Mansion. He stayed in the sunlight and watched as the vampires tried to attack him, but stayed out of the sunlight. He shot the minions in the brain. For some reason, and Xander would think about this later, the vampires dusted. Nobody is above a bullet to the brain, and Angelus will know that first hand. Evil overlord rule #4 states Shooting is not too good for my enemies.

“Oh, Angelus.” Xander sang, “You can’t hide forever, and there are still four hours left of daylight. And Buffy is not here to save you. If you want to end the world, you have to go through me. And right now I’m not liking your chances.”

“What did you do to Buffy?”

“Nothing. They think I’m on another donut run. By the time they figure out something is wrong, you’ll be dusted and the world will be safe for another day.”

The first sound that Xander heard was Spike’s wheelchair. Xander turned to the chair and shot it. “One down, two to go, Angelus.“ Little did he know, Spike wasn’t in it. He knocked out Dru and took her away. He put her in his car and drove away like a bat out of hell.

To see where Angelus was, he threw a flash bang into the darkened area. Xander turned his head and closed his eyes as it went off. Angelus, being the arrogant bastard that he is, just stood there thinking that whatever grenade Xander was using wouldn’t hurt him. Well, arrogance breeds stupidity. While Angelus was screaming in pain due to temporary blindness, Xander walked up to him and shot him in the head, dusting him.

“All too easy.” Xander said in his best Darth Vader voice. “Evil overlord rule #6, I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them. If you had just followed the rules, you would have won, you asshole.” Xander looked around the mansion, “Man, I hope there are bags here for me to carry the loot out of here.”
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