Prolouge; a spurned man
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy and realted characters or plots or fantastic four. They belong to Joss Whedon and Marvel respectively.
A/N. I have no idea where this plot is going, so any reviews and ideas would be appreciated.
Monday. Xander hated Mondays. Nothing ever seemed to go right for him. His father had been conscious as Xander had been trying to get breakfast, so he had an empty stomach, and a set of new bruises for his trouble. Because of his father he had missed the bus again, and had to run to school, earning himself a week’s worth of detentions from the troll. And, finally, to top it all, the gang had abandoned him. He had burst into the library to find a research session in full swing, apparently there was an apocalypse looming, and no-one had seen fit to inform him. In fact, Xander had had the amazing Hollywood luck to walk in on Buffy ranting on about how useless and a liability he was. All this led to Xander sitting on a bench outside, pondering his hatred of Mondays.
Turning at the sound of swing doors. Xander saw the gang leave the library, Buffy and Willow giggling, followed by Giles and Cordy, chatting animatedly. Oz came out last, and saw Xander watching them. Showing a characteristic lack of emotion he just shrugged and walked off, ignoring Xander completely.
Xander decided that he’d had enough. Standing up he walked into the school, in search of a witch.
Pushing the door into the cafeteria, Xander found his girl.
“Hey there Amy!” He called as he strolled over and grabbed her arm, dragging her into a corner.
“Interesting History class last week, don’t you think? The homework was fascinating, though there wasn’t much to it. It was almost invisible, I’d say.” He continued, in a joking tone.
“W-what do you want?” Amy stuttered, trying to pull away.
“Only a little spell from you.” Xander grinned.
Amy straightened up, and grinned back.
“What kind of spell?”
Xander leaned forwards until he was whispering into her ear.
“A spell for power.”