xXx: X United
Authors: Aewnaur@yahoo.com & Arichanda@sbcglobal.net
xXx: X-United ... Part One
Don't own don't sue.
Once again this is an Au Buffy xXx crossover Xander centered fic.This is not.. and I repeat Not a X-men fic. It is a Triple X the movie fic. Written round robin style. If you are a hardcore fan of either one and just hate AU's please don't read! We take creative license with any and all characters. Will be slash eventually. Pairings to be announced later! Will take into account both xXx movies but like I said eventually! Don't hold your breath as it just leads to the blue nasties!
xXx: X United
Xander huddled up at the base of his tree, whimpering every time he moved. He was fairly sure his arm was broken this time. In the house behind him, he could hear the ongoing Christmas party. This was his second Christmas spent in the back yard. Eight years old or not he'd learned quickly what alcohol did to his parents. He'd actually only gone inside because he'd been hoping Uncle Xander would make it this year. He hadn't meant to break his mom's special crystal; Cousin Joey had bumped into him.
Several hours later, just as he was drifting off, he heard the back door creak open. Heavy steps came off the porch, and he huddled beneath his blanket hoping that it wasn't his dad again.
"Mini-X, you out here?"
Xander uncurled from his blanket and stood. He peeked around the tree. His uncle had made it! Uncle Xander was the coolest! The only non-alcoholic family member he had was staring up into the tree where he would normally be.
"Mini-X," the gruff voice called again.
Xander ran to his uncle and threw his arm around the big man's waist. "Uncle Xander, you made it! I was hoping you would."
"Yeah I made it, squirt."
The big arms reached down and wrapped around him squeezing. Xander yelped in pain. He had forgotten all about his arm for a moment. Uncle Xander pulled back and looked him over. "What happened to you kid?"
Xander shifted from one foot to the other, and glanced away. "Fell out of my tree."
X took a closer look at his nephew, in the moonlight he could clearly see the fading red of a handprint on his face. "Don't lie to me Xan. Remember, I don't lie to you and you don't lie to me. Now what really happened?"
"Daddy," Xander whispered.
X felt his blood boil at the whispered confession. He knew exactly how to handle this, but first he had to make sure the kid stayed well out of it. He leaned over picking Xan up by his waist and set him on the lowest limb of his tree.
"Stay here kid, I'll be back in a bit." Without another word X turned and marched back into the house. He shoved through the crowd of inebriated relatives looking for his older brother.
He spotted him standing drunkenly next to the television. He marched up to him getting right up in his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You did that to Xander."
"Oh, you mean the brat?" Tony slurred.
X saw red and swung. All around them relatives scattered, not wanting to get between the two large men fighting. It wasn't long before X had the upper hand beating Tony down to the floor. He gave him a few kicks for good measure.
He growled out, "You fucker! You don't deserve him. I'm taking Xan with me."
"You're not taking my son anywhere," screeched Jessica.
X held Tony's gaze and repeated, "I'm taking him with me."
Tony nodded and looked away. Xan would need his clothes and shit, thought X. Jessica pushed at him as he made his way to the stairs.
"You'd better come get your wife."
Tony stood and pushed away the hands trying to help him. He made his way to his wife who was sobbing drunkenly. "Shut up let him take the brat if he wants to put up with him."
X snorted. "Asshole," he called over his shoulder. He couldn't believe he was related to that fucker.
Once in Xan's room he gathered up a few clothes and whatever looked like it might be a kid's treasured possession. He stuffed them in the pillowcase he'd emptied out. He didn't bother packing many clothes as they looked like they had been bought at a garage sale several years ago. Then he headed back out for the kid.
As he passed through the house he ignored the whispered conversations and Jessica's continued bawling. Back out in the yard, he called out to his nephew.
"Hey Mini-X, it's time to go."
Xander squealed as he threw himself out of the tree down to his Uncle, who he knew would catch him. He had heard the argument and couldn't believe that he was going to get to live with his Uncle Xander. He would miss his friends Willow and Jessie but compared to getting to live with his Uncle... well there was no comparison.
X carried Xan to his car and set him inside gently before getting in behind the wheel. "Are you hurt bad?"
"My arm hurts. I think it might be broken."
X leaned over and felt the swollen arm. He didn't need to be a doctor to tell that, yeah it was broken. He held back a swear word. "All right kid, let's get you to the hospital. Then I'm taking you back to Sacramento with me."
Xander sat back in his seat. "Cool!" His eyes glowed brightly in the moonlight.
X carried the sleeping boy in his arms, hoping the pain medication would keep him asleep a while longer. It had been after midnight when they had finally left the emergency room. They had stayed in LA over night before making the drive all the way back up to Sacramento, but now he was tired all over again. A nap while the kid was out would be great. Later they'd have to go out for something to eat. He hoped he could find something open as it was now Christmas day and most places would be closed.
He settled Xan on the bed and slid the kid's shoes off his feet. Tossing the shoes in the corner he then toed off his own and crawled into the bed beside the boy falling asleep instantly.
Several hours later he woke to find big brown eyes staring down at him. It took him a second to remember why there was a kid in his bed. "You okay Xan? You need another pill?"
Xander shook his head. "Gotta go."
"Go?" he asked dumbly before his brain caught up with him. "Oh, yeah. Here let me show you around." X sat up and rubbed his eyes. He showed Xan to the bathroom then headed for the kitchen. He didn't have much as he hadn't expected to be back for a few days but he could at least offer the kid a sandwich.
When Xan came back out he set the plate of food down at the bar above the sink. It was a simple turkey and cheese on sliced bread but it was better than nothing.
"Here kid, you must be hungry. We'll go out later and get something better."
"This is great. You don't have to go to any trouble," Xan said quietly. He propped his cast on the counter and hoisted himself onto the tall bar stool using his good arm.
"It's no trouble, I eat a lot too. You won't even make a dent in my grocery bill," he answered. His voice gruff with repressed fury at his bastard of a brother. Every time he saw the bruised cheek and broken arm he got angry all over again.
X stared at Xan; the kid was inhaling his food. Xan was too skinny, fuckers probably begrudged the kid every morsel he ate. He would have to change that. He didn't remember Tony being such a bastard but then again he had been hitting the bottle more and more over the past few years. Sure they'd had their differences as kids, which had led to more than a few fights, but they hadn't grown up abused. Which goes to show that all that talk about abuse cycles was psychobabble tripe.
He remembered Mini-X from the last time he had seen him a little over a year ago. The kid had been a non-stop ball of energy. Babbling and bouncing all over the room trying to get the attention of his 'Coolest Uncle Ever'. The memory made him smile. It felt good to have someone look at him like that. Like he was their hero.
He finished off his sandwich quickly and cleaned up. Xan still watching him quietly. It was unnerving to see the kid so quiet. "We'll have to get a bigger place so you can have your own room. Tomorrow we'll go out and get you some new clothes. I only grabbed a few things from your room."
Xan looked like he was going to protest again so X cut him off. "Don't argue with me. If your going to be staying here, and you are going to be staying here, then I am responsible for you. I wouldn't have taken you if I didn't want you here or if I thought you'd be trouble so just get that thought out of your head now. Your parents are assholes and you shouldn't even think about shit like that. You understand?"
Xan nodded his head and bit his lip. X sighed. Fuck, he possibly could have said that better but best to get that out of the way up front. It wouldn't do to let the boy think he was unwanted or whatever Tony had been feeding him.
"Good," he smiled. He saw the kid relax slightly. "Now why don't you go in the living room and watch some t.v. while I make some calls." X grabbed the phone and started dialing.
"Okay." Xan hopped down off the stool and turned to head into the living area out stopped and turned back. "Uncle Xander..."
"Thank You." Xan said, that look of hero worship back in his eyes.
X nodded his head and said with a smile, "You don't even have to say it, but you're welcome."
"Yo J, you home yet girl?" X asked into the phone. "Come on pick up if you are. I need to talk to you," he paused again. "Alright listen call me when you get in. I'm home early so just..." he stopped when he heard a series of beeps.
"Hey X, I'm here. Just took me a sec to get to the phone. What're you doing home already? Everything alright?" His best friend's voice asked.
They had a weird relationship. Jade was a computer nerd and he was an extreme sports junkie. They had met during college, had a brief fling and eventually settled into being best friends. They had lived together for a while before it had begun to cramp both of their dating styles. Now they lived blocks apart and spoke most every day.
"Every thing is fine. I sorta got a situation though. Is that loft next to your's still up for grabs?" He glanced over the bar and into the living area. His apartment was too small for him and a kid. One bedroom, one bathroom, a split living area, dining room and tiny kitchen; it had served him well the past year.
"Yeah, it's still open. Why? What kind of situation you got that you need to move?" J asked. He could hear the worry in her voice.
"I'm going to have my nephew living with me from now on. So I need a bigger place. Can you talk to the super for me tomorrow?"
"He's showing it tomorrow. I'll go down and talk to him in a bit. Why you got your nephew is what I want to know? And which nephew?"
"Little Alexander, Tony's boy."
"Oh yeah, Mini-X. I remember you talking about the kid but what's up with Tony? He okay?"
"Other than being an abusive fucker you mean? He doesn't deserve a kid," he didn't even try to keep the rage out of his voice this time. He needed to rant or go back and fuck Tony up again.
"Abuse... I hope you beat the bastard down," her voice was full of indignation. X grinned; J was a bloodthirsty little wench.
"Yeah, I even gave him a few kicks just for you," he reached back into the fridge for a couple bottles of juice. He carried one into Xan who was curled up on the couch watching some cartoon. X thought he looked like he might need another pain pill. He counted back; yeah it was past time.
"Good! The kid okay? You need me to come over?"
He fished the bottle of pills out of the pillowcase he had flung into the corner earlier. "You can come over but I'm about to give him another Tylenol Three so he'll probably be out of it. He's got a broken arm and some bruises but other than that he's okay."
Jade made a tsking sound; he smiled. She couldn't stand to see kids hurt. He knew she would come over after seeing the super. She wouldn't be able to help herself until she made sure the kid was okay with her own eyes.
"Fucker," she growled. He knew she wasn't thinking of him so he stayed silent.
Xan sat up and took the pill X handed him with a grateful look. X sighed. The kid was going to have to learn to speak up when he needed something. He knew it was just going to take time. Thankfully he had a lot of patience.
"Hey, if you do come over can you swing by someplace and get some food? Just enough for dinner tonight. I'm wiped out over here."
"Sure I can. I'll go talk to Mr. Furndell then one Christmas dinner coming right up," J's voice brightened. She hadn't been looking forward to spending Christmas night alone anyway. And this gave her the perfect excuse to go meet X's nephew.
"Thank's Jade. I'll see you in a bit. I'm gonna go take a shower before you get here."
"Alright, Later Xander."
He hung up the phone and looked over to the living room. Xan was asleep again, good. He would probably sleep a lot over the next few days. The kid needed to relax and heal as much as possible. X hoped they could get the new place and be moved by New Years. He showered and settled on the couch to wait for Jade.
The phone rang again, three sets of brown eyes exchanged looks. There was a giggle, as Jade turned blithely back to the screen.
Xander tossed his controller to his nephew, "Don't let her cheat, Xan."
The boy caught the controller, and turned back to the game. Despite the sling he easily manipulated the game.
X stood for a moment, looking around the loft, wandering where he'd last left the phone. The new place was considerably larger, than his bachelor pad had been. Which was why two weeks into the new year and he and mini-X were the proud occupants of a new apartment. It hadn't taken long for him and J to move his stuff either. That didn't make finding things in the new place easy though.
J finally piped up, "I think it's in the kitchen. We ordered pizza yesterday, remember?"
X grunted, then headed for the phone. He snatched it up just as it rang again. "Hello."
"Alexander, how could you," cried, a familiar voice.
X bit back a groan, recognizing aunt Dorothy's voice. "How could I what auntie?"
"Take Alex from his parents like that," asked the distraught woman. She couldn't believe her nephew could be so crass.
X rolled his eyes, and bit his tongue. He really didn't want to get into with the kid within hearing distance. He glanced up, and into the living area.
Xan was settled back onto the couch, actually beating J at the video game. Something he had yet to do. He could tell J wasn't letting him. She had her game face on, tip of her tongue caught between her teeth as she stared intently at the screen. Xan's eyes were bright, and every few seconds the kid's giggles would accompany J's growls.
"Alexander Cage," snapped Dorothy at the silence. She really didn't have time to draw this out. She had to be at the diner in another twenty minutes.
"Auntie, I'm not getting into this," said X, firmly. "Xander needs to be here with me. I want him here with me. He's staying here with me. That's it."
He listened to her indignant squeaks for several seconds before she finally gathered her composure. "Hmmph," she snorted. "Really Alexander, you never understood propriety. You'll come to a bad end one day."
"Love you too, Auntie," he snarked.
"Don't think this is the end of this young man," she said sharply, frowning as her alarm chimed. "I've gotta go but I'll talk to you later."
"Un-huh," he said, making a note to get caller id as soon as possible. He didn't need to hear from well meaning relatives about this for the next few weeks. Of course, the same well meaning relatives couldn't be bothered to give a damn when they were right there when Tony did it. He hung up, stilling when he glanced up catching Xander's eyes.
The dark brown eyes were filled with awe. Staring into them made X feel ten feet tall. It also made him want to kick his brother's ass all over again.
Despite his concentrating on the game he could hear the shrill voice from the phone of his auntie Dorothy, and knew she was telling him how bad he was. Dad's aunt always believed everything he told her. He was worried for a second but then Uncle Xander just rolled his eyes. Something dark, and afraid finally faded away as Xander listened to his uncle tell Auntie Dorothy that he wanted him. He didn't think anyone had ever wanted him.
J looked between the two males. She knew X wasn't exactly fond of his family, but for the first time she could see why. Well, they didn't matter. X and Xander were her family now, and they'd take care of each other from now on.