Title: Warrior of Truth
Author: Knife Hand
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Spoilers: Fifth series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and up to the Ninth Book of the Wheel of Time Series
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Wheel of Time. I would buy them but I am broke. I do own the ‘new Scoobies’, so ask if you want to use them.
Summary: Xander is missing after the battle with Glory and returns several years later a changed man. Crossover with Wheel of Time. (Buffy series of events)
AN: Contains spoilers for Wheel of Time series; however knowledge of the series is not needed as important details will be included. Series 6 events are ignored. This is the Buffy series of events, for the Wheel of Time series of events, read Asha’man Harris
AN2: Apologies about the break formatting, FF.net did it, not me.
Buffy could not sleep. It was two in the morning and she decided to get a drink. As she walked down the hallway from the main bedroom, she heard moaning in her old room. She slowly opened the door and saw Xander asleep, wearing what looked like white boxers he had thrown off the sheets and his body was covered in sweat. He was trashing and muttering in his sleep.
“Many. So many…. Ugh, no. Logain. Egwene. Trollocs. Cover the flank. Their breaking through. I’m sorry Buff.” He muttered.
Buffy walked into the room and shook him awake. Xander’s eyes snapped open, a picture of horror and Buffy slammed into the ceiling, her body immobilised by something invisible.
“Buffy. Oh Light.” Xander said when he noticed her and she slowly floated back to the floor. “Are you alright. Blood and bloody ashes, I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. You were having a nightmare.” She replied.
“Yah. The wards can’t keep out what’s already in.” he whispered, missing Buffy’s confused look.
“War can be hell.” Buffy said sympathetically.
“What the Pit of Doom do you know about war?” Xander said, angrily.
“Hellmouth for fifteen years, nightly battles.” Buffy began but stopped when Xander snorted.
“You’ve never seen a battle, except the Initiative soldiers verses Demons, and that was a small one. I’ve seen battles where thousands have died in under two hours. I’ve seen millions of dead after a single engagement.
“I’ve killed hundreds of thousands of humans, because otherwise they would have killed me. I’ve killed millions of creatures that make vampires look like puppy dogs. I’ve seen whole nations destroyed and people butchered alive so that abominations can eat. I’ve done things that you can never imagine.
“For ten years, I brought grizzly death to all who stood in my way. I have done things that make Angelus look like a choir boy. I have brought more death than all the vampires and Demons on earth and I did it for one reason. Because the thing I was fighting was worse.
“You know nothing of war. In war there are the dead and those who will die tomorrow, that’s all. We Asha’man have power, mostly the power to kill. It was what we were trained to do, and we did it well. Some of us began to revel in that power and joined The Dark One. I was lucky, I had a focus to keep thing in perspective….” Xander said sadly.
Buffy saw the horror and hurt in Xander’s eyes. She knew that he had been through hell. He probably had to kill some of his friends that had switched sides. He had a strength that she had never recognised and a burden that could never be lifted.
“What was your focus?” Buffy asked, curiously.
“Some of the guys had wives or children. Others were totally dedicated to the cause, or to our leader. Mine was simple.” He paused. “Mine was you.”
“Me!” Buffy exclaimed, genuinely surprised.
Xander just nodded and Buffy pulled him into a hug.
“I had to get back to you.” He whispered.
“You need to sleep.” Buffy said a few minutes later, laying him down on the bed before moving for the door.
“Buff?” he said.
“Will you just lie with me?”
Buffy could hear the desperation in his voice.
“Sure.” She replied.
Buffy lay on the bed next to Xander and put a comforting arm around him. In a few minutes they were both asleep with untroubled dreams.
“Wake up sleepyheads.” Dawn’s voice cut through to Xander’s mind and he instantly awoke.
He opened his eyes and saw that he was in Buffy’s guest room, with Buffy still asleep laying with her head on his chest and Dawn just skipping out of the door. Xander smiled as his body relaxed, for ten years it had been trained to be ready for a fight if woken. Oh his chest, Buffy stretched and straitened, moving her head to a pillow. As Xander stroked a strand of hair away from her face her eyes fluttered open and she smiled.
“Hi. I thought for a second that last night was a dream.” Buffy said sleepily.
“Nope.” Xander replied before moving in for a quick kiss.
When she felt the kiss, Buffy’s eyes shot wide open, and she regretted it when he pulled away.
“Light, I missed you.” Xander whispered.
“Not half as much as I missed you.” Buffy responded.
Xander chuckled at this. Buffy rose and was almost out the door when Xander stoped her.
“Buffy. I want to ask you something. Light, ten years of practice and it’s still hard. Buff, would you like to go out on a date?” Xander asked.
‘Please say yes. Please say yes.’ His mind chanted.
“I’d love to.” Buffy responded before whisking out the door, leaving Xander to get dressed.
Xander walked into the kitchen and saw Buffy sitting at the table and Dawn at the island bench.
“Hey, Dawnie. How things been?” Xander asked.
“Not bad. Med schools cool.” Dawn replied.
“How about relationship wise?” he asked as he sat opposite from Dawn at the island. “Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Both?”
“What!” Buffy said, joining them at the island. “Both?”
“Not really.” Dawn replied when Buffy had finished.
“What’s wrong with both? I knew a guy who was married to three women.” Xander replied.
“What?!? Isn’t that illegal?” Dawn asked.
“Not for him.” Xander said, taking a spoonful of cereal. “Man, sugar rush, how I missed thee. What?”
“Three wives? What were they, chattel?” Buffy asked.
“Nope. They would probably kill you if they heard you say that, one defiantly would.” Xander paused, and then continued when he got death stares from the Summers’ women. “The guy, Rand, was the prophesised savoir of the world, and was hated for it. Long story. He was a Channeller, he formed the Asha’man.
“One of his wives, Aviendha, was an Aiel, a fierce warrior culture that lived in a scorched earth desert known as the Waste. The Aiel are the best fighters in that world and she was a warrior for years before she found out she could Channel.
“Another of his wives, Elayne, is an Aes Sedai, the female equivalent of an Asha’man but not trained to purely kill, and the Queen of Andor, a major country. His other wife, Min, can not Channel but she can see peoples futures some of the time and I hear she is very hand with her knives.”
Xander smiled and continued to eat his cereal as Buffy and Dawn looked shocked.
“That’s weird.” Dawn said after a minute.
“Nah. His best friends are the luckiest man in the world, literally, who has thousands of years of memories in his head, married to the empress of a distant continent who originally wanted to kill everyone and a blacksmith lord with yellow eyes who can talk to wolves and is married to the daughter of a triple lord and cousin to a queen.” Xander said casually.
Xander chuckled at the girls stunned expressions.
“You’re pulling our legs.” Buffy said.
“Nope. It’s just you thought Sunnydale was the weirdest place and I proved you wrong.”
“Well, I got to get to work.” Buffy said looking at the clock.
She was waring soft, full length, black trousers, a white blouse and a light denim jacket. Under her jacket she wore a shoulder holster with a standard issue Police pistol in one side, with spare clips below the gun, and two stakes on the other.
“Mind if I tag along?” Xander said.
Buffy indicated that he should come and he followed her out. He was dressed in full Asha’man uniform, except the cloak and sword. They quickly made their way to the Sunnydale Police Station and Xander was signed in as a guest and Buffy showed him her work area.
She was the head of the Sunnydale Violent Crimes Task Force, known simple as the V Squad, for those who knew the truth the V stood for Vampire. She showed Xander around, even showing him the shooting range. Xander took a Glock from one of the weapons cabinets and looked it over.
“You mind?” he asked the weapons sergeant.
“Go ahead.” He replied when Buffy nodded.
Xander expertly disassembled and reassembled the pistol before moving to the range. He quickly squeezed off three rounds at the human shaped target before returning the gun to the duty sergeant.
“Thanks.” Xander said as he and Buffy left the range.
The sergeant retrieved the target and whistled. There was one hole through the target’s heart and two through its head. A clean, professional kill.
Buffy lead Xander to the V Squad’s briefing room, where the team had assembled.
“Morning everyone. Take a seat.” Buffy said casually from the front of the room.
One of the officers raised her hand.
“Yes, Flores?” Buffy asked.
“Who’s that?” Marie Flores asked, pointing to Xander, who had taken up position near the door.
“That is an old friend of mine. His name is Xander and he’s been away for a while.” Buffy replied.
“You knew the boss in the way back when?” one of the male officers said.
“Yah.” Xander replied.
“Tell us some stories.” Another female officer said.
“Got any advice?” Marie said.
“Hey, quiet.” Buffy said from the front.
“I’m not big on the story department, but I will give some advice. Be careful about the power you use otherwise you could become the thing you hunt and some of the worst things imaginable have been done by humans who had a choice and chose to be evil.” Xander said, speaking from personal experience.
This caused silence to descend upon the room. Buffy saw the pain in Xander’s eyes and finally understood that he had seen far more than she ever would.
“Alright people, back to work.” Buffy said, gaining everyone’s attention. “So far, the Slayer and associates have not been able to come up with any information on this current threat. Over the last four days, somewhere in the vicinity of twenty people have gone missing, most of them from their own homes, ruling out Vampire activity as the doors appear to have been forced or broken down. From an eyewitness account there are multiple demons. They appear to be very large humans but are unnaturally strong. They also wear ceremonial headwear that imitate animal heads. We…”
“Wait a second.” Xander interrupted. “Animal heads?”
“Yah.” Buffy said. “That’s what the eyewitness said.”
“Let me guess. Approximately head and shoulder above anyone else in height. Each animal head was different and they spoke in a guttural language that no one could understand?” Xander said.
Buffy looked down at the report before looking up and nodding.
“Shit. Trollocs. Probably a score or a score and a half, and if they were attacking specific houses without rampaging then there has to be a Myrddraal. And a Channeller to get them here.” Xander muttered to himself.
“Um, Xand. Mind filling us in?” Buffy asked.
“Ok. We have twenty to thirty extremely strong warrior who are combinations of human and animal stock, totally vicious and only interested in killing. At least one captain, looks human, dressed in black scale armour with black hair, no eyes and maggot pale skin, deadly swordfighter, can immobilise people with fear from a look.
“His sword is poisoned and his black blood can act like acid. You can chop his head of but he won’t truly die until the next sunset. And at least one human magic user who will be extremely dangerous for anyone to face. In fact I’m the only person who as a chance of winning that fight.” Xander explained.
“Um. Damn.” Marie said in the silence that followed.