Good morning, Xander.
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New disclaimers as the story progress.
As you might notice, English is not my first language. So there are bound to be mistakes in spelling and grammar. I've used a spell-checker, but as most of you know, they are not completely reliable.
"And now, on to the feature presentation..."
”Good morning, Xander. You finally decided to get up?” Giles asked, as Xander entered the kitchen.
“Morning? Don’t use that ugly word,” Xander groaned. He caught the scent of the newly brewed coffee.
“Coffee? Please?" he asked Giles as he sat himself down at the table.
“Xander? Are you sure you are awake?" Giles asked as he gave Xander a mug of the asked for beverage.
“No,” the sleepyhead answered in a tired voice. “It feels like I’ve got 'the day after' without 'the night before.'”
Tasting the coffee, Xander made a grimace. “Needs sugar,” he said as he got up from the chair. Looking around the kitchen for his favourite food-group, he caught Giles staring at him, shock clearly written on his face.
“What?” Xander asked, still a little grumpy.
“You... You’re…“ Giles stuttered “You’re... OH, my Lord! Eyes…”
Xander watched as Giles opened and closed his mouth several times, but there were no more words to be heard.
“Giles?” Xander asked several times, each time a little more insisting. but there was no response.
Starting to worry he yelled, “Willow! Buffy! Something’s wrong with Giles!”
Hearing the girls running down the stairs, Xander grabbed Giles’ cup of tea that was slowly sliding out of the older man's hand.
“What’s wrong?” Willow shouted as she entered the kitchen with Buffy right behind.
“It’s Giles. He started stuttering... and there was a 'Dear Lord' in there,” Xander answered, still staring at Giles.
“So not of the good,” Buffy muttered.
“Any clues of what caused a Dear Lord?” Willow asked as she walked up behind Xander, while taking a quick look around the room.
“No. There was nobody but me and him in here when he started his guppy-impression,” Xander answered.
Looking around once more, he still couldn’t see anything that could have caused this type of reaction from Giles. Giles usually reserved the 'Dear Lord' for the bigger world-endages. But he couldn’t see any signs of impending doom.
The sun was shining through the windows. There were no prophecies due this month, there was no portal to a Hell-dimension, or any other dimension to be seen anywhere.
“He was cheerful and relaxed when I entered the kitchen. I know he went to bed early yesterday, it being Halloween and all... The youngest slayers going 'trick or treating' with Andrew actually made him laugh,” Xander said.
Suddenly, with no warning, Buffy slammed him into the wall.
“Who are you? What have you done to our Xander?" she shouted, looking as angry as he had never seen her before.
Stalking towards him, he saw that she had a stake in her hand.
Still a little dazed, all he could say was “Huh?” and “I’m Xander.”
“No. You’re not Xander! What are you? A demon shape-shifter? A witch? What?” Buffy’s voice was getting angrier with each words she uttered.
“What?" Xander asked in a shaky voice. ”What are you talking about? Of course I’m Xander.”
“No, you’re not,” Buffy interrupted. “Xander has only one eye. You have two, and they’re the wrong color. Now, tell me who you are! What have you done to our Xander? Tell me or I’m going to hurt you real bad!”
“Buffy? What are you doing?" Willow shouted. "What are you doing to Xander?”
“That’s not Xander,” Buffy shouted right back. “Just look at him!”
Doing as she was told, Willow looked. And gasped. Suddenly a soft wind started blowing around her; a soft, gentle, white light enveloped her as she walked closer to the Xander-shaped person in front of her.
Using her powers she mind-probed him... Frowning, she probed deeper.
“No, this can’t be right. It doesn’t make any sense,” she whispered.
Delving deeper, she found his soul. No, plural... souls? “Buffy! It is Xander!” She shouted as she used he powers to hold back the Slayer's raised stake.
Buffy looked at Willow as if she had totally lost it.
“It can’t be... Just look at him,” she said, waiving her hand at Xander.
“I just did,” Willow said in an awed voice. “It’s Xander, complete with his soul, soldier-memories and hyena-possession. There’s just more of him than there was earlier. I don’t know how, but there is.”
“I think I can answer that,” A voice said, startling Willow and Buffy both.
It was Giles. “At least I presume so," he said. "But I can’t really believe it. It’s just too improbable.”
Shaking his head; he sat down on the closest chair.
“Believe what Giles? What are you talking about? What has this got to do with Xander and his new, wrong colored eyes?”
Buffy looked at Giles, trying to make sense of his stuttering.
“My eyes? What’s wrong with my eyes?” Xander asked, as he had gotten over the shock of Buffy attacking him. “Wait, eyes as in plural? Wrong color? What do you mean? Wrong color?”
“Eh… “ Buffy stuttered. “They are sort of not brown anymore…?”
“What color are they then? Blue? I can live with blue, green is also liveable…”
Looking at the three persons in front of him, Xander realised without a doubt that his eyes was neigher blue nor green...
“You guys are starting to scare me. Come on, what color are they?” he said out aloud.
“They are sort of… yellow?” was the response in a hushed voice.
“Yellow?” Xander screeched. "Yellow? I’ve got fang face-eyes? That is so not acceptable!”
“No, Xander, they are not like the eyes of a vampire. There is no red or gold in your eyes,” Giles said in what was usually his most calming voice, but there was a tone of uncertainty in it that the Scoobies present had no problem hearing.
“Giles?” It was Willow. “Do you know something about this?” She looks at him questioningly.
“You just said ...” her voice faltered into uncertainty.
“Uh… maybe... perhaps...” Giles hesitated. “I just remembered something about a prophecy.”
A collective groan was heard. A prophecy... Just what they needed.
Giles voice continued. “ ...Dark red becoming white, while brown become yellow as the sun rises... Ancients... and some type of animals… The Change… Three men… “
Giles stood up. ”I need to do some research… If you need me, I’ll be in the library.”
Xander, still eying the girls warily, asked, “Willow? Is there a curse on me? Did someone put a spell on me? Can you change the color back?”
“Xander, calm down. Let me go get some herbs and crystals. I’ll do a reveal-spell. It might tell us what’s going on. Just hang on, and try to stay calm.”
Calming down, Xander watched Willow leave the kitchen.
Turning towards Buffy he asked, “Can you find me a mirror? I need to see… It can’t be that bad, can it? You’re sure they don’t look like the eyes of a prowling vampire?”
Buffy held her handheld mirror in front of her. “No,” she said, “They are not like that at all. They don’t have the look of madness in them.”
“But they are yellow? Yellow is so not of the good! Vampires… were-wolfs… Really not of the good.”
Seeing Xander getting more and more frantic again, Buffy tried to calm him down.
“But the eyes look human, Xander. They really do. If humans had yellow eyes that is. If they did, this is what it would look like.”
“This doesn’t exactly make me feel better, you know,” Xander said in hissing voice.
“Xander! You need to calm down. Willow said you needed to be calm for her spell to work. Please calm down.”
Hearing the pleading in Buffy’s voice, Xander took a couple of deep breaths, and managed to calm himself down a little.
With Giles doing the research-bit and Willow doing her White, glowing magic it would probably turn out OK in the end.
But one word kept on nagging him...
It was a word he could do well without -Prophecy- a word he really, really didn’t like.