Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By: dogbertcarroll
Sacrificing yourself for others is always a noble act and such an act
deserves a reward… but all that glitters is not gold. However, if you're
clever enough you may still find some value in it. Xander takes his 'reward'
and turns the universe on its head once more thanks to an old Indian
parable.
Status: ongoing
Published: 2018-08-03
Updated: 2023-10-22
Words: 23105
Chapters: 9
"Hey, bro," Jessie said, taking a seat next to Xander in the library.
Xander smiled on seeing his best friend. "Hey, man, didn't expect to
see you here." He idly paged through the big book of demons he
was reading.
"I had some free time and thought I'd ask you some really serious
questions," Jessie explained melodramatically.
"If you were allowed to choose any set of powers, but the more
powerful they were the more dangerous the reality you were sent to,
what would you choose?" Jessie asked.
"Fine," Xander said. "Just to get a feel for it… if I choose Galactus,
where would I end up?"
"That would drop you in a standard comic book world," Jessie said.
"We are talking basic Spider-Man though, lift twelve tons, build your
own web shooters."
"Is there any other kind?" Xander asked rhetorically. "Don't answer
that, I know they've done a ton of alternates. Anyway, comic book
worlds suck to live in, you can't go shopping without having to dodge
the Hulk and learn a life lesson."
"Original Captain America, but with a sex based origin story," Jessie
said with a grin. "That your choice?"
"No… but it's tempting," Xander admitted. "So, actual power is the
deciding factor, not potential?"
"I get it," Xander assured him, "but I mean, if I chose Bruce pre-
gamma exposure he'd only count as Bruce, right?"
"Yeah," Jessie agreed. "You'd be paying for big brain scientist with a
load of knowledge. I could slide you into Ghostbusters with that one."
"Alright," Xander said thoughtfully. "How about the ability to enhance
people, at a weak enough level to stay in Sunnydale?"
"You don't think it's just an idle question?" Jessie asked, trying and
failing to sound casual.
"Nope," Xander said, shaking his head. "I can feel it's you, but I also
know you're dead," he explained. "Plus, I can tell I'm dreaming, but
not in control."
"Since I started doing the whole lucid dreaming thing to help me deal
with Halloween," Xander explained. "None of my usual tricks are
working and," Xander opened up the Big Book of Demons to show
Jessie the page he was reading, "all it says is 'blah, blah, blah' for
details except for the small section in the corner where it claims I can
make girls take off their shirts by entering the Konami Code."
Books began to fall off the shelves as the shaking got worse.
Xander opened his mouth to say, 'kick his ass', but the words stuck
in his throat. Buffy was going to put her life on the line, did he really
think she deserved anything less than the truth?
"Get Giles out of here, I'll take care of Angel," Buffy said.
"Sure thing, Buff," Xander replied, hearing the end of the world in her
hopeful tone. This time knowing he was lying to her, because as
soon as he had Giles safe in the car he'd rushed back inside… only
to find exactly what he'd feared.
"What's the matter little girl?" Angelus tormented her as he slowly
twisted the knife he'd stabbed her in the side with, "I thought you
liked when I shoved long hard things into you."
The bloody sword she'd been holding dropped from limp fingers,
sliding down Angelus sword to clatter on the ground.
Xander barely noticed the slowly growing portal behind the pair as
he stared at the scene in horror.
"Xander!" Cordelia cried out in horror, rolling him over onto his back
and making sure he was breathing while Oz hurried to get help.
"I don't know," the heavily bandaged Rupert Giles admitted, quickly
kicking the sword under the bed before the medical personnel
rushed in and carted Xander off, Cordelia following nervously.
Giles retrieved the bloody sword from under the bed. "This is the
sword Acalatha was sealed with."
"Yes, well as Buffy and… Angel are absent at this time, perhaps
Xander can shed some light on what has occurred," Giles said,
passing the sword to Oz.
It was freaky how people just ignored what was right in front of them,
but it was useful as well.
"I'll monitor the situation with Xander and let you know when he's
awake," Giles promised before hobbling off on his crutches.
"Not a good week for the Scoobs," Oz noted, setting the sword on a
chair and taking Willow's hand.
"What did the doctors say?" Giles asked as he found Cordelia pacing
in the hall.
She stopped and turned to face him. "Cracked ribs, dislocated knee,
concussion, several serious lacerations," she listed off. "What
happened?" she demanded. "One minute he was perfectly fine and
then the next…" her voice trailed off.
"I don't know," Giles said, "I'm hoping Xander will be able to tell us
when he awakens."
A doctor stepped out into the hall and removed his surgical mask.
"Are you here for Mr Harris?"
Giles readjusted his crutches and slowly followed along, they were in
for a long wait until Xander awoke.
"How did you get hurt and where did this sword come from?" Willow
quickly rattled off, waking Cordelia, who'd fallen asleep in the chair
next to Xander's bed.
"In the flesh, bruised and battered as it may be," he replied reaching
out for her hand.
She turned to Xander her face softening. "Start at the beginning and
don't leave anything out."
Xander nodded, then winced at the pain that brought. "I was going to
lie and tell Buffy, Willow said to 'kick his ass," Xander explained,
Willow tried to interrupt but Cordelia's glare silenced her once more,
"because Buffy was finally in the right place mentally to face him…
but I found I couldn't lie to her. I mean, Buffy was risking everything
to save the world once more, she deserved the truth."
"I could hear the hope in her voice as she told me to save Giles and
that she'd take care of Angel," Xander said. "That was the moment I
realized how bad I'd fucked up."
"Yeah," Xander agreed. "Here she'd been ready to kill Angelus and
save the world and in one fell swoop I'd completely fucked things up.
Angelus was going to kill her and the world was going to burn."
"Giles was in the car," Xander said. "He was injured, but it wasn't life
threatening; Angelus is very skilled at torturing people. So, I went
inside to help Buffy, but I was too late, Angelus had cut her up pretty
badly and stuck a knife in her side."
"What!?" Willow exclaimed.
"I swear to God, I will end you!" Cordelia hissed at Willow, making
her shrink back. "And then what, Honey?" she said sweetly to
Xander.
"Buffy fell, the portal was open, and there was really only one thing
left to do," Xander said.
"Fought?" Xander said bitterly. "I wish! No, I entertained him while
Buffy bled out and the portal grew larger. He was just about to kill me
when his eyes lit up and suddenly Angel was back."
Xander sighed. "Buffy was in a bad way, I wasn't too far behind her
and Deadboy was crying like a bitch, while the portal was getting
large enough to begin tearing at the ceiling."
"It takes a sacrifice to close it," Giles said quietly from his chair in the
corner, causing everyone to jump as they'd forgotten he was there.
"Buffy needed to get to the hospital," Xander said, "and there was no
way I could reach the car, much less carry her to it… but I could
reach the portal."
"More like it met me half way," Xander said. "It was kinda a relief that
I didn't have to move that far."
"No," Xander said, "then I passed out and got a dream visitation from
a friend offering me power."
"Tempted with power while enroute to hell," Oz deadpanned, "no way
that's a trap."
Xander laughed and then winced. "Yeah, I was being rewarded for
my sacrifice with power, but the catch was: the more power I
received, the further away I was being sent."
"And since you are here, it's a reward you turned down," Giles said
proudly.
"My ribs say no, but the rest of me says yes," Xander replied as he
carefully moved from the bed to the wheelchair, wincing as he did so.
"Cracked ribs are the worst."
"Enhanced healing does sound pretty good about now," Xander said.
"How hard is it to become a werewolf again?"
"So I buy a lot more Nair," Xander joked, "just slip me some tongue."
"I'll think about it," the blue haired teen replied, as he wheeled him
into the hall where the girls were waiting.
"You only caught the tail end," Xander quickly said. "Trust me, it
sounds a lot better in context."
Xander snorted at the girls' expressions and then winced and held
his side. "Ribs!"
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Try not to make him laugh, at least until it
doesn't risk actually splitting his sides open."
Xander laughed, before groaning and clutching his side. "Did you
have to find your funny bone just in time to hurt me with it?"
"I didn't have to," Oz replied, "it's just funnier that way."
Xander laughed, before grabbing his side again. "Oh god, you are
literally killing me."
"And they call us strange," Cordelia said, shaking her head as she
started to follow them.
"Good, I could use some real food," Xander said, hungry for lunch,
while accepting a clipboard from the nurse and filling out the release
forms.
"And you won't take the painkillers," Willow said with a sigh.
"What? Why not?" Cordelia asked.
"How do you figure?" the nurse asked, while checking over his
forms.
"Pain tells your body where to heal and how much effort to put in it,"
Xander explained, "if you lessen the pain, your body thinks it's a lot
less serious and doesn't prioritize it."
"Well what we've given you is Motrin, which doesn't help with pain all
that much, but does help with swelling and blood flow," she said.
"So, be sure to take these, because they will help speed up your
healing."
Xander considered what the nurse had said. "OK, you win this time."
"Glad to hear it," the nurse said smugly. "Have a nice day and try not
to end up back here any time soon."
"Will do," Xander said, turning his wheelchair and wheeling out the
entrance.
"I can't believe I love this idiot," Cordelia said with an exasperated
sigh as she hurried after him.
"That is a sight for sore eyes, or knee in this case," Xander said as
Oz pulled into the ER entrance in his two toned, brown and rust,
colored van.
Willow slid the side door open and Cordelia helped Xander to his
feet. While Cordelia helped Xander into the van, closing the door
behind them, Willow returned the wheelchair.
Willow climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. "To the
library?" she asked.
Apparently he'd hit the daily double because Cordelia's smile almost
blinded him, even through closed eyelids and he could feel her relax
against him, some hidden tension she'd had fading away.
Xander grinned.
It'd been easy to use the enhancement ability to reinforce itself, the
idea was very clear in his mind, simple, easy to picture. Enhancing
himself… he wasn't quite sure of. How should he picture it? Should
he concentrate on an aspect? A concept? Maybe he was
overthinking it. Maybe he should simply think about what he wanted
and will it. If that didn't work, then he could overthink it.
Plus… tacos!
"How long until we get to the library?" Xander asked, stroking the
box of tacos he was holding.
"I can limp it," Xander promised. "You guys take care of the tacos
and I'll follow."
Xander reluctantly let the box go. "I swear, I shall come for you!"
"I was going to say 'your taco," Xander said when she removed her
hands.
"That was evil," Xander said with a grin as the sun moved directly
overhead and the rope of power glowed brightly once more.
The rope shattered into one hundred and twenty-eight little strands,
which slipped into the cracks in his soul, cracks he hadn't even
known existed.
*Angel threw a punch, putting his full force behind it, his torso adding
power to strike at the vampire who had gotten the drop on Willow,
sending it flying into a gravestone, its neck broken. Xander barely
noticed, more concerned with driving a stake into the heart of the
demon who had tried to take his best friend from him.*
*"You have to lead the target," his sniper instructor explained. "Don't
shoot for where his is but where he's going to be when the bullet
reaches him. Remember, one shot, one kill."*
*He could smell her excitement as she struggled under him, not sure
she wanted to win. He playfully taunted her, using words he no
longer fully understood and her eyes snapped to his, all hesitation
gone. She was no longer playing, she had decided he was a threat
to her pack and not a member of it, he could smell her anger. As she
brought up a nearby piece of wood to knock him out, all he could
think was, 'Courting Slayers is hard.'*
*He felt the punch hit his side, the knuckles twisting to cause more
pain by brutalizing the skin without causing any deeper damage that
would show in bruises, preventing evidence it had more than just
boys roughhousing.*
Xander shuddered and took a deep breath, finding it hurt less then it
had a moment ago, both because his pain tolerance was higher and
because he knew how to move properly to avoid stressing his
injuries, but it was his ego that hurt the worst. He could see how
childish and resentful he'd behaved at times, where he'd made
situations worse instead of better because he'd misread all the signs.
He slid out of the van, keeping his weight on his good leg while he
slid the door closed and limped towards the library, moving
noticeably smoother even while limping.
Whistler waited for the decision from above. If he hadn't caused him
so much more work he would have applauded the kid. It wasn't often
a mortal got one over on the powers above, especially a mortal on
their side.
"You are to train him," the ball of light ordered. "It is believed that his
chaotic choices were the result of having no other winning moves
available. Having suitable and logical solutions should make his
actions less chaotic and easier to plan for."
"As long as they're doing right by him I'm happy," Whistler said. "Rat
breath has not had an easy time of it."
"All of which was the direct and predictable results of his own
actions," the ball of light reminded Whistler.
"I'm more a tough love kinda guy, but I can do compassion," Whistler
said confidently.
"I had good motivation," Xander said, adjusting the crutch to fit him
before leaning on it to kiss Cordelia.
"And here I thought I was being snubbed for tacos," she teased.
"Never, but I will admit to being extremely hungry," Xander said. "I've
had nothing but hospital food for a week and not only am I a growing
boy, I'm a healing one as well."
He opened the door for her and was amused to find Giles looking
befuddled at the multitude of tacos.
"I can understand you being hungry after a week of hospital food, but
fifty tacos?" Giles asked Xander knowing his sense of humor and
figuring it was all his fault.
"I'm good for at least a third of them," Xander said honestly before
his stomach growled loudly enough to make everyone stare at him.
"Maybe half," he admitted.
"I'll go get some sodas," Cordelia said, "you start eating, before you
go berserk and start looking for Fava beans."
"Will do," Xander said, quickly sitting down and grabbing some
tacos.
Cordelia returned a few minutes later with her arms full of sodas.
Seeing the stack of empty taco wrappers in front of Xander she
shook her head. "We are going to have to sneak in food to you at the
hospital the next time you get hurt."
"Better grab some," Willow suggested, taking three tacos for herself.
"Now that you're all here," Giles said, "I thought I might give you an
update. Buffy took a bus to LA, I have yet to find her, but I am still
looking."
"So she's not heavily injured, just upset and ran away for the
summer?" Xander asked.
"I hope Buffy's OK," Willow worried, "the streets are dangerous."
"Pretty sure that was your job," Oz told him, only partially joking.
"We don't have normal teenage issues here," Xander said, "and
while I can comfort and nod with the best of them, you all know I
have no sympathy for Angel and I'd be lying if I tried to pretend I did."
"And the reason we don't have one assigned here?" Xander asked.
"Slayers usually don't live long enough to need one," Giles said with
a sigh. "If the Watcher manages to survive the death of their Slayer,
they are recalled and placed in therapy."
"Slayers may last longer than six months if they get qualified
psychiatric care while in the field," Xander said, shaking his head.
His stomach grumbled so he grabbed another taco.
"I'm not sure voicing my opinion to the council would do much good;
as far as I can tell you could all use professional counseling," Giles
said.
"I'm not done yet," Xander said, "I'm just letting it digest a little."
*WHAM*
Xander rolled with the blow, trying to protect his ribs, cursing the fact
that he'd let down his guard because it was still daytime.
"What the fuck?!" Xander cursed, as he fought through the pain and
snatched up his crutch, guarding his injured ribs and remaining
crouched down to make a smaller target.
"See, this is exactly what I'm talking about," the man in the
trenchcoat said. "If I hadn't been here he would have come out of the
alley and-"
"And I would have hobbled my happy ass into the sun in-between
the buildings and amused myself with reflecting sunlight at him with
my wristwatch until he was blinded and stumbled into daylight or
retreated looking for easier prey," Xander said, on his feet once
more, back against the wall of the alley.
"Sorry, Sparky," the man in the trenchcoat said, dropping the bat and
comically winding up as if he had a baseball in his hand, "but you're
out!" He threw a ball of flame that slammed into the vamp's back as
he turned to run, completely engulfing him in flame and causing him
to explode into ash a moment later.
"I believe introductions are in order," the man in the trench-coat said.
"I'm Whistler, the balance demon in service to The Powers That Be."
"What? No," Whistler said, shaking his head, "I'm here to train you."
"No kid, listen to me, The Powers, they're the good guys. Their plan
to get rid of you wasn't because they disagreed with your actions,
just your methods. Even the ones who actively dislike you because
of all the extra work they have to do admire your actions," Whistler
explained.
"You've got a point there," Xander said, seeing the sense of it. "And
the baseball bat?"
"You've got to get people's attention before they'll listen to you,"
Whistler replied cheerfully.
"Still healing? But it's been an entire week!" Whistler said, confused.
"Normal human here," Xander said, "it takes more than a week in the
hospital to recover from something like that."
"Oh yeah, I forgot how fragile you guys are," Whistler muttered to
himself. "What about your empowerment ability?"
"Yeah, The Powers noticed the drain," Whistler said. "I hadn't
realized you'd been stockpiling it like that. I figured you'd have used
it to buff your healing once or twice. Well, I got good news and bad
news about your power."
"I can't use it anymore?" Xander asked, ready to argue about it.
"Of course you can," Whistler replied, his bat vanishing and
gesturing for Xander to walk with him. "No, I'm just pointing out its
limitations."
Whistler shrugged. "That's why this sort of power isn't found in the
hands of humans. Normally empowering is done by beings you
would call Angels and Demons with thousands of years of training
under their belts."
"I can see why," Xander said, thinking he'd gotten lucky in his own
empowerment, thanks to his inability to focus on any one thing. 'Yay
for ADD!'
They reached Xander's place and took a seat on the front steps,
ignoring the sounds of an old war movie playing inside.
"How did a Balance Demon end up working for The Powers That
Be?" Xander asked.
"And since the world is overwhelmingly in the suck you help the
good guys out a lot," Xander said, "but doesn't that mean when
things start getting better, you'll have to make them worse?"
Whistler chuckled. "The Balance ain't about good and evil, despite
what everyone thinks. The Balance is about making life a challenge."
"Ya remember the old Twilight Zone episode where the gangster dies
and thinks he went to heaven because everything is going his way,
only to realize he's in hell because everything is going his way?"
Whistler asked.
"Yeah," Xander said, "I always thought it was a bit rushed. He should
have slowly came to the realization over a year or so, as all the joy
and excitement was slowly leached from his existence."
"They only had a half an hour, a bit less actually because of ads and
credits, to get the point across, so they had to cut some corners. For
what they had to work with, plus the ridiculous censoring from CBS,
they actually did an amazing job," the demon defended the episode.
"I agree, I'm just saying if they redid it today they could do a lot
better."
"Agreed, but getting back on topic, that's the Balance we refer to.
Life has to be difficult enough that people have to work at it, but not
so difficult that they are being ground into the dirt with no hope for
success. Demons upset that balance, so that's why we spend so
much time and energy countering what they do," Whistler explained.
"Huh," Xander said, never having even thought about the Balance
being anything but good and evil before and seeing things were
actually more complex than the simple little black and white world
he'd envisioned.
"The apple you pick yourself is always the sweetest," Whistler said,
smirking as if there was a hidden joke.
"To the very best of your abilities," Whistler agreed. "Never trained a
human before, it should be fun."
"Why do I have the sinking feeling all the fun is going to be on your
part?" Xander asked.
"Do you seriously not know human healing rates or are you just
fucking with me?" Xander asked grumpily.
"Six of one, half a dozen of the other," Whistler admitted. "I've never
made a case study of the subject, but surely you've noticed you heal
pretty quick for a human."
"And being born and raised here I'm adapted to it?" Xander guessed.
Xander got up, his mind running about a thousand miles an hour, not
even noticing that his knee was only a little tender now as he got
ready for the day.
While Xander was in the bathroom, Whistler poked around his room,
accidentally doing more cleaning and straightening than Xander
normally did in a week. "Needs a bit more discipline, possibly a
human trainer until he's healthy enough," he mused.
Xander came out of the bathroom walking with a slight limp and still
favoring his side. "OK, what's first?"
"First tell me again all the details on how you empowered yourself
and what effects you've noticed," Whistler said, setting down a
Heinlein novel on the stack of books he'd sorted and straightened.
Xander nodded and sat on his bed, leaving his desk chair for
Whistler. "I was kinda split between thinking about fighters in D&D
and martial arts masters with oodles of life force," Xander explained
again. "I think I was concentrating more on Chi, but the thought was
still there. My rope of power turned into threads and slid into the
cracks in my soul- Should I be worried that my soul already had
cracks?"
"Nah, that's normal," Whistler replied. "The cracks show the potential
directions everything can move in, like learning a musical instrument
or a new language. When you fill in the cracks all you do is give a
direction of growth for the soul's potential, forced growth."
"OK, I can see that," Xander said thoughtfully. "My mind started
going over all my memories, but putting a different emphasis on
them, I noticed the martial aspects a lot more. Like watching Buffy
train and seeing how she placed her feet rather than how tightly her
shorts clung to her."
"Yeah, good," Whistler said, perking up. "And how did you feel?"
"If that's what you were thinking of it's what I need to read," Whistler
agreed, sitting back at the desk to start researching what Xander
considered a fighter to be by this definition.
Whistler nodded. "You don't have the Primal spirit providing power,
but it'd know how to use your senses more effectively. Humans seem
to ignore like 90% of what they can smell or hear, so now you are
using them the way they were designed to be used, much like a
trained woodsman."
"I think you hit upon just about the perfect template to grant powers
without taking a couple of centuries of classes," Whistler said as he
switched to the Fighter's Handbook.
"I've got a very good grasp on it," Xander said with a grin, "and the
thread count is one hundred and twenty eight."
"But you were in the hospital for a week and burned a charge to
enhance yourself yesterday," Whistler pointed out, "that's seven."
"I used it the day I received the powers as well, eight uses total for a
thread count of one hundred and twenty eight," Xander said.
"OK, almost perfect," Whistler said. "I had thought you'd gotten the
count wrong, but you got an extra in there. What exactly were you
thinking in regards to martial arts masters?"
"It's a manga from Japan, but I've only ever seen the anime," Xander
replied.
"Say no more," Whistler said. "I'm going to go grab a copy. Hold on."
In a flash of light he was gone.
Xander went over to his RPG shelf and collected all the class
handbooks to give a quick look through.
An hour later
*flash*
"Seven frickin' seasons, 12 OVAs, and one video jukebox," Whistler
said, shaking his head as he set an armful of VHS tapes on the bed.
"How many of these do we gotta watch to get a feel for it?"
"With the TV series, then the OVAs, and we can skip the jukebox,"
Xander replied. "There are also three movies you missed."
"Watch the first season and then the OVAs," Xander suggested, "that
should at least give you a solid grounding in it and while you do that
I'm going to go see the gang and empower Oz."
"Think character class and definitely keep this Ranma thing in mind
as well," Whistler said, tearing the plastic off the Season 1 box set.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, give it at least a month before checking to see if they can take
a second charge," Whistler suggested. "I'm thinking the answer is
going to be no, but humans have surprised me before."
"Yeah, fun," Whistler said sarcastically as he slid the first tape into
the VCR below the TV on a cheap wheeled stand that had seen
better days.
Xander entered the library and Cordelia quickly rushed over to him.
"Where's the crutch? You know you aren't supposed to strain
yourself!"
"I've got barely a limp now," Xander said. "The plethora of tacos did
me well. Any word on Buffy?"
"No, but then Giles probably won't be back for a couple of days, he
said he was going to get a room in LA," Willow explained. "He'll call
here tonight to make sure she hasn't returned and let us know how
it's going."
"Is it bad?" Cordelia asked, bracing herself for more bad news. After
the last several it wouldn't shock her to hear more bad things had
happened.
"The opposite," Xander promised her. "Do you guys remember when
I mentioned I was offered empowerment?"
"Yeah, but that would get you sent away," Willow said.
"I asked for the power to empower people at the minimum level I
could get without them sending me away," Xander replied. "I never
got a chance to say anything earlier because of the passing out and I
wanted to wait until I got out of the hospital."
"One hundred and twenty eight times what it was," Willow quickly
calculated.
"Yes," Xander agreed. "Once a day I can choose a job for someone
and their stats and skills will increase to match."
"Kinda," Xander said, not wanting to go into the real world Druids'
bloody history. "In Dungeons and Dragons a druid is a tree hugger
who knows magic and actually can command wild animals."
"In every game I played the DM didn't allow remove curse to be used
on werewolves," Willow said with a frown. "Usually you had to go on
a quest or get some artifact."
"So turn Oz into a druid to solve his monthly problem," Cordelia said,
"and the rest of us?"
"A rock star who's able to put magic in their music," Oz said.
"Plus all the acrobatic and rogue skills," Willow broke in. "Think
Hollywood action star in real life with magical powers."
"They are also famed for their bedroom skills and ability to seduce
anything," Oz noted.
"They are simply that good," Oz said. "Of course part of that is their
writing ability. They write all their own material."
"Shakespeare is often referred to as The Bard," Willow agreed.
"Or we can just make you a Druid with Bardic bent," Xander offered,
"as a lot of those skills are open to all classes, they just don't choose
to take them."
Oz perked up, eyes wide. "The secondary skills are a large list."
Xander nodded and opened his backpack, taking several books out
to lay on the table. "Remember to think theme. I can hold it all in my
head easier that way."
"You should use your ability on yourself," Cordelia said. "We can wait
an extra day."
"Already done," Xander replied, "I took straight fighter with a side
order of anime martial artist."
"My power isn't healing," Xander said, "it's empowering and the
powers I chose heals faster, thus no crutch needed, but doesn't have
any magical instant healing abilities."
"None?" Cordelia asked. "I thought if a player slept in a bed they got
completely healed. I saw someone play a video game and that's how
it worked."
"Actually, I think I did heal a bit, D&D characters heal one hit point
per level after eight hours of continuous sleep," Xander said
thoughtfully. "Too bad I have no idea what level I am or how many hit
points I have. Still, a little extra healing is always nice, plus that
means I can recover from just about dead to full health in ten days,
tops."
"Ten days?" Cordelia asked.
"Fighters get a D10 per level for hit-dice, so healing a point per level
means I can go from coma to perfect health in ten days," Xander
explained.
Xander snickered.
"We kinda did," Oz said, amused. "Music and nature is the basis for
all the Disney Princesses."
Willow opened her mouth, closed it, and looked thoughtful, "That
was always a cool scene," she admitted.
"Animals shed and birds can't be potty trained," Oz pointed out, while
Xander started humming 'Be Our Guest!'
"Guess I'll just have to settle for being a movie star then," Cordelia
said, unconcerned.
Xander stopped humming and read through the sheet again, trying
to press the information deep in his brain, memorizing all the
secondary skills Oz wanted. "Yeah, this is definitely doable."
"Sit next to me, it's almost time," Xander told Oz, who quickly
switched seats.
Xander smiled as he felt the rope light up and placed his hand just
above Oz's forehead. He stared at the sheet, eyes running
ceaselessly over its contents while thinking about what a Druid with
a Bardic bent would be like, barely remembering to add anime
martial artist in to catch any overflow as Whistler had suggested.
With that thought firmly in mind he pressed his hand down and
released the energy into Oz, a catchy melody playing in the back of
his head.
"No," Oz said with a smile, "but I know how to do it. I'll just need my
guitar, some herbs I can pick along the way, and somewhere deep in
the forest… or desert. Glad we got one nearby."
"We don't keep score here," Xander said, "otherwise Buff is way in
the lead and then we get depressed and our manhoods shrink."
"It is not of the good," Xander said with a nod before the two of them
burst out laughing.
Cordelia rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop herself from snickering.
Xander shook his head. "He's also got more muscle tone, but since
he didn't work to get it the fat that is usually burned away by training
is still covering it. With that much muscle I doubt the fat will survive
all that long though."
"Plus there are little things like perfect eyesight, hearing, and being
able to sing in perfect pitch," Xander replied. "See, it's all the little
things that make it work, not just being strong and able to take a hit."
"No," Xander shook his head. "Think action hero from the movies.
No bending steel or ripping someone's arm off… Which I have
actually seen Buffy do by the way, just hit like Tyson and move like
Jesse Owens."
"Magic is nice and all, but Dungeons and Dragons mages are called
glass cannons for a reason. I say screw that, if I have the choice I'm
increasing stats to eighteen across the boards," Xander explained.
"And the magic?" Xander asked, while Cordelia mouthed the word
'Dandelions' at Willow who shrugged.
"It's all there, a lot requires ingredients and vocals, but weaker
versions can be cast without. Still need a small pouch to wear
around my neck with some stuff in it for that though, almost like a
cleric's holy symbol," Oz said. "There's also a lot of ways to enhance
things, including through song."
"Druidic spells with a Bardic bent," Xander said, pleased it had gone
so well.
"You can multiclass, but I think you'd end up lower level, like half and
half," Xander said, "and before you ask I have no idea what level I
can enhance us to. Truthfully, I would suggest Rogue for you."
"I need a crash course in your nerd stuff," Cordelia told Xander.
Willow was deep in thought as she chewed her bottom lip and
thought about the different classes, not even noticing when Oz
returned.
"I've got it," Willow said with a grin. "D8 per level is acceptable,
right?"
Xander considered it for a moment. "Will you set vamps on fire with
your mind?"
"Deal!"
"Yeah," Xander said. "Kasumi is not a martial artist and they have
little in common. Now, Kodachi is rich, a martial artist, insanely
flexible, and has a fantastic body. Also, bondage."
"She would be kinky," Whistler agreed. "What about all the drugs?"
"Ninja drugs," Xander pointed out. "All she uses is sleep and
paralysis."
"Yeah, I could see that working," he admitted. "But if we're going for
compatibility Shampoo seems a better bet."
"Too much sexism," Xander said. "The village would drive him to
drink or he would drive everyone else to, which is more likely. So,
while they may make a good couple, it'd have to be outside the
village."
"Three or four days," Xander guessed. "I heal ten percent a day so I
figure I'm down a third to a quarter right now."
"Well, the Dragon will probably have you meditating for about a week
to start, so that's not a problem," Whistler decided.
"Give me two days," Xander said, "I want to empower Cordelia and
Willow first so I don't have to worry about them while I'm off."
"We got time," Whistler allowed. "OK, after those two are
empowered, then we'll head to New York. By the way, how'd the
empowering go?"
"It went well," Xander said as Whistler shut off the set. "Oz is now a
Druid with a Bardic bent. I increased his stats to max human and
gave him the best human perks the game had as well as a ton of
knowledge."
"Don't know how much use that is in the city, but as long as he's
happy about it," Whistler said. "So he can do all the Druid stuff from
D&D?"
Xander opened his mouth and paused. "I have no idea what plants
he needs to be honest, maybe Pot is one of them, but it depends on
the spell, they all use different components."
"Probably cheaper than having to buy all those things mages need,"
Whistler said. "So what do you have planned for the girls?"
"I know what a Bard is, though it seems like a poor choice
considering your options, but Psionicist?" Whistler asked.
"Cordelia isn't going to stay here past graduation and a Bard would
make it big in Hollywood easy," Xander explained. "As for a
Psionicist… ever seen Firestarter by Stephen King?"
"That powerful?" Whistler asked. "Not sure that's a good idea, I
mean the little girl in that movie set concrete on fire and most of the
town is a lot more flammable than that."
"She won't be that powerful a pyrokinetic, but the powers Charlie and
her father had are a good example of the sorts of things she could
do," Xander said. "Plus… a bunch more things. Like I said, I'm
passing out all the skills."
"Keeps you from limiting your options," Whistler noted, "and having
more options is never a bad thing around here."
"Sounds about right," Whistler said. "Alright, I'll come back in two
days, in the meantime…" He gathered up all the tapes, "I have some
more anime to watch."
*flash*
"Stats only go up to eighteen," he said, erasing the 99's she'd put for
her stats.
"The rest looks… OK, these are very cool, but where did you get
these professions from?" he asked as he read her sheet.
"Let me see that," Willow said. Looking over Cordelia's sheet, the red
head grinned. "Looks like I have some more editing to do."
Cordelia's eyes dilated and her form slightly shifted as her hair grew
out and turned a silky black color.
"Thanks," Oz said.
"I picked a few things on the way over," Oz replied, patting his right
pants pocket.
"I think I lost a cup size," Cordelia said, pulling off her shirt. "Yeah,
this is definitely loose." She took off her bra. "Now those are some
rosy red nipples."
"Honey, you are stripping in the middle of the library," Xander pointed
out.
"I was just taking my top off, but that's a good idea," Cordelia said
unconcerned as she stripped completely naked and examined
herself in the mirror, much to everyone's shock.
"Don't look at me," Xander said, dragging his eyes away from his
naked girlfriend as he felt his friends' eyes on him.
Cordelia slid into Xander's lap and gave him a kiss that reduced his
IQ. "My skin is flawless and I'm at least an inch taller. I lost a little in
curves but I look even more attractive now, nice work."
"Not exactly a white knight," Xander said thoughtfully, "I'm too willing
to get my hands dirty, but yeah, I'm a fighter."
"Yeah, I've been considering that," Oz admitted. "I can see the use
for wood grown on the Hellmouth, but to balance that we need some
naturally grown at least five miles away from any cities."
"I can use modern tools to speed things up, but the old materials still
work best," Cordelia agreed.
"I thought you got the skills and everything," Willow pointed out, "as
in didn't need practice."
"I'll build a sweat lodge and get you some mushrooms," Oz said.
"To find out who you are," Oz said. "I know some shortcuts."
"Vision quest," Xander said, "and being a druid, you'd know the real
deal."
"Not unless you are hiding the fact that you're Amerind," Oz said,
"but it's effective."
"Oh," Willow said and smiled. "So why do you want to go through it
with me?"
"I've changed who I am," Cordelia said, "so I need to know how I've
changed."
"That's because I didn't do half of what I did for you guys for myself,"
Xander replied. "See I just had a basic idea of what I wanted to do
with me, so all the extra, which was a lot, went towards anime
martial artist. Thus, I really need training."
"Can't you just use your power on yourself again?" Willow asked.
"Then we'll just have to get bigger dreams," Xander said with a grin.
"Damn!"
"Agreed," Xander said. "I'll see if I can't move up the training a day
since I don't need to stick around and empower Willow tomorrow."
Xander waited as she began to grin, wondering what she had come
up with that caused that expression.
"Don't need to," Xander said, "Cordy had it, so I'm in favor of it!"
"I just need to come up with the right lyrics," Cordelia said.
"Casting? You mean you can heal with music? Of course you can,
you're a bard," Willow said. "This is still so hard to believe, I mean
healing magic is a really big deal."
"Can you play bongos?" Cordelia asked before shaking her head.
"Actually, this is kinda private, no offense."
"Sure," Cordelia said. She turned to Xander and Willow, "you guys
order lunch, we should have this done pretty quick."
"By the fourth episode these girls should have dogpiled him and had
their way with him," Whistler said, shaking his head. "You healed yet,
kid?"
Whistler turned to look at him and his eyes widened. "Who tried to
strangle ya?! Your neck is covered in bruises! We're going to have to
put off your training for months!"
"What?!" Xander exclaimed in shock, then immediately calmed
down. "You're fucking with me again, aren't you?"
Whistler burst out laughing. "Yeah, kid I'm just messing with you. I
already know what happened and moved things up to tonight."
"Hey, don't knock Tenchi, it's actually pretty good, and no, I was not
spying on you, I've got precogs spying on you, which is even
creepier," he said with a grin. "They are creeping on things that not
only haven't happened, but won't happen."
"Yeah, you still scramble their view of the future even if they are
pretty sure what your next move is going to be these days," Whistler
explained. "After all, they knew what Cordelia was going to do after
you empowered her and that made it a lot easier to figure out what
you would do."
"Nah, there was still about twenty solid ones," Whistler disagreed.
"Heck, there was a twelve percent chance that Oz and Willow would
have been there and Red would have ended up pregnant. Only
sixteen percent chance it would have been yours and not Oz's
though."
"A bard with max stats working her seduction rolls for the first time,"
Whistler said, "you do the math."
Xander blinked the spots from his eyes as they appeared in a flash
of light.
A slender well-built man with a touch of grey at his temples and skin
like mocha, wearing a black karate Gi greeted them, "Welcome to
my dojo, in here you may refer to me as Sensei Greene, outside of it
I prefer my given name -"
"Leroy!" a powerful voice resonated through the air as the front door
to the dojo was thrown open and a 6ft 7in tall, bald, black man stared
into the room, he was clad in a red Gi and his presence was nearly
overpowering.
"If you'll pardon me, I have a prior engagement," Leroy said, giving
them a slight bow before turning to the intruder.
"Any idea why Xander wanted me to tell you to make sure you took
your birth control pills?" Oz asked Willow.
"I think he wanted Cordelia to tell me, not you," Willow replied,
looking up from the RPG manual she was paging through. "Cordelia
simply ran into you before me."
"That makes a little more sense," Oz said. "Still seems like a random
reminder."
"That's Xander for ya, but I had forgotten to take them," Willow
admitted. "No idea how he knew, probably something in my behavior
clued him in or he heard me mumble a reminder to myself that I
forgot."
"Alright, I'm alright," Willow said after taking several deep breaths.
"If you are secretly evil, you just have to create a character sheet for
someone who isn't" Oz said. "Xander's power can reinforce what you
are or add traits for what you are not if you so choose."
"Yeah," Willow replied finally relaxing. "Is there anything you'd like to
see changed about me?"
Willow nodded. "I totally get that, but if I am actually going to make
changes to myself I could use some honest feedback."
"A love of nature," Willow said with a smile. "That I can do."
"It would make me happy," he said, scooting his chair closer to hers.
"We should be happy with what we have," Willow quoted from one of
her Mom's lectures. "Changing your physical appearance rarely
brings happiness."
Oz considered that and put his eighteen wisdom and knowledge of
his girlfriend to work. "As a man we do get stuck on little things in
people's appearances, shallow but it happens. Why don't you write
me a list of things I might be too embarrassed to ask you to change
because I don't want to hurt your feelings?"
Typing by: fyrewolf5 (Oz, trust your instincts, it's always a trap!)
Chapter 7
Xander watched spellbound as the two fought, his mind was tearing
apart every move they made but he couldn't see a single flaw, every
strike was perfect, every deflection precise.
He'd seen Kendra and Buffy spar, but they were amateurs compared
to these two.
Make no mistake the slayers would have torn them apart, but that
was because of power not skill, humans are only so fast and strong,
he knew.
"How?" Xander asked, not realizing he was moving away until his
feet hit the wall, the pressure of the two pushing against him like a
river's current.
There was a final explosion of light and Leroy stood poised with two
fingers lightly touching the taller man's neck.
"Thank - " Leroy began and paused when he saw his opponents
grin. Glancing down he saw three fingers curved like claws, resting
over his left leg's femoral artery. Leroy laughed as they both stepped
back and bowed. "A draw then."
"They are the closest to what I can become?" Xander asked Whistler
in disbelief.
"In exchange for training him, they are going to heal my daughter,"
Leroy explained.
Xander smiled. "No charge. I can only do one a day, so bring him by
the day after tomorrow."
Julius nodded. "I'll see you then. Leroy," he gave a shallow bow, "I've
got a nest of Fyarl to take care of."
"I see," Leroy said. "I'll be just a moment." He left them at the front
door and disappeared into a side room.
"See you in two weeks, kid," Whistler said before vanishing in a burst
of light.
As they stepped outside the dojo and Leroy locked up Xander looked
around curiously, the buildings towered over everything, the sky a
distant sight above.
"Sunnydale… is like they took Mayberry from the Andy Griffith show,
changed it to a suburb, and made Stephen King the city designer,"
Xander said.
"That's life on the Hellmouth," Xander said, "every week it's a new
disaster or danger." Cold wind whistled around them for a minute
carrying someone's hat.
They moved to the side of the sidewalk to let a businessman sprint
past chasing the flying hat.
"Things are quieter here," Leroy said, "we have our challenges, but
they only come about every month or two. Most of the time it's just
human problems we have to deal with."
Xander nodded.
"Hey Junior," the old man behind the counter called out. "Done for
the day? We were just about to close up."
"I'll give you a hand," Leroy said, gesturing for Xander to sit at one of
the booths.
Xander slid into the booth setting his bag to the side.
"Hi," said a shy little voice from the other side of the table.
Xander turned and saw a young girl. It was obvious that she was
nervous about how he was going to react to her. One side of her
face was heavily scarred and part of her scalp as well, which
seemed an even crueler fate as the untouched side was completely
adorable.
Her face lit up and she looked down at the coloring book she'd been
working on. "I'm Princess Luan of Saturn."
"Got a good heart," Papa Green said as he wiped clean the counter,
"I can see why you'd train him."
His wife Vanity came downstairs from the apartments above the
restaurant. "Is our baby ready for bed yet?" She looked over where
Xander and Luan were arguing over costume details and making
sketches. "I'm so glad it's summer, because she is going to be up all
night."
"Looks like your new disciple is just one big kid," Papa Green said
with amusement.
"Better a kind heart than a hard one," Leroy said as they watched
Xander argue proper skirt length for magic girls and the value of
armor over miniskirts.
Vanity woke up, reached for her husband and was unsurprised to
find he'd already gotten up, as he had always been an early riser.
Her morning ablutions took about an hour and she followed her nose
to the smell of coffee, finding her husband was sipping a cup and
watching the living room with an amused glint in his eye.
She downed half a cup of coffee before wandering over to see what
he found funny. She found herself having to stifle a giggle at what
she saw.
Papa Green was asleep in an easy chair, snoring with his mouth
open. Xander was lying on his back facing the television, which was
playing static, with Luan sleeping on his stomach, dressed in a
construction paper outfit that looked more Roman Legionnaire than
Magic Girl. She'd kicked off her prosthetic left hand and foot, but had
her Saturn henshin rod stuck in her right hand.
"It's a surprise," Leroy said, peering into the living room once more,
eyes focused on an easel with a sketch of his daughter fully healed
and dressed in an intricate outfit holding a pole arm with a panther
by her feet.
"I suppose I can let you hold onto a secret for a couple of hours," she
allowed.
The two settled down for a quiet brunch and were just finishing up
when the intercom rang.
"Where's old ugly at?" the young boy asked, his eyes hidden behind
a pair of thick black sunglasses.
"Asleep in the living room," Vanity said. "Why don't you go wake her
up?"
The boy grinned and followed his dog as it lead him out of the room.
"How'd the nest clearing go?" Leroy asked, offering Julius a mug of
coffee.
"Turned out there was only three of them," Julius said. "Barely even
a warm up."
Xander stumbled into the Kitchen, his face a bit scratched up, and
covered in cat fur and dog drool. He started towards the sink and
splashed cold water on his face before wiping it off with a dishtowel.
"Coffee?" he asked, half-awake before all tiredness dropped away
like a switch had been flipped. "The sun is directly overhead."
"Did you learn enough about Luan?" Leroy asked trying to stay calm,
but hope coloring his tone.
"I did," Xander assured him. "Everything is ready in the living room to
do it right now."
Leroy beamed and Xander walked to the living room where Benji
and Luan were sitting on the couch talking about whether Wonder
Woman or Superman would win in a fight. Both animals had calmed
down with the large German shepherd laying down on the floor
quietly while Luan's cat Luna sat in her lap and pretended the dog
wasn't there.
"Sure," Luan said handing him the pen sized plastic wand with the
purple astrological symbol for Saturn on the top.
Xander picked up his notepad and looked over his notes and studied
the drawing once more. "Okay," he took a deep breath, closed his
eyes, and twirled the wand, "as the acknowledged King of the
Cretins, I dub thee… Centurion Saturn."
The wand began to glow, the plastic taking on a jewel like quality as
he twirled it, sending a wave of purple light down her frame as he
tapped it on her forehead.
The adults watched in shock as scars faded and hair grew in across
her scalp, while the construction paper costume began to thicken
and grow, until she was wearing a roman centurion outfit of a deep
purple leather and polished bronze, but one that didn't leave her
arms and legs bare.
Xander stood frozen for a moment. Only half the golden threads had
sunk into her soul, the rest had clung to her wand, armor, and… cat.
"I… I've got both hands again!" Luan squeaked. "And feet!"
"I just became a magic girl," Luan said in wonder, "and… and I know
a bunch of stuff about manners, cooking pizza… and I've got
powers!"
"What all did you give her?" Julius asked with a broad smile, pleased
at his nephew being healed.
"A bunch of stuff," Luan said cheerfully. "I can do lots of magic girl
stuff, heal people, create a big shield, and… I can make Luna grow
giant so I can ride her into battle?" Luan just stared at Xander.
"If you try to ride me into battle, I'll shit in your shoes," Luna said,
causing everyone to turn and stare at the cat with a silver crescent
gleaming on its forehead.
TN: This one was a bit tougher to figure out, but really amusing,
and perfect cat response.
Chapter 8
CYOA 8
"Of all the things I expected, this was not one of them," Leroy
admitted.
"I said I'd empower him, not heal him," Xander explained. "Hey Benji,
how'd you like to be a magic girl?"
"Man, that dude is weak," Benji said relaxing a little, "always needing
to get rescued. Michael Jackson in Moonwalker is more manly then
he is and has cooler skills too!"
"I used to think the strangest thing I'd ever see was those turtles or
their master," Julius said.
"Men make plans and the gods laugh at them," Leroy replied.
"Leroy," Julius said, shaking his head, "no parables before either my
third cup of coffee, or my second beer."
"Because you can't hunt for shit," Luna replied. "Now, feed me."
"How is it you claim I can't hunt for shit, but I'm the one feeding
you?" Vanity pointed out with a smirk.
"You feed me long dead things," Luna pointed out, "and they aren't
too bad, but you need a fresh kill every now and again to stay
healthy."
"We store out fresh kills in ice so they stay good longer," Vanity
explained, "so you keep your kills, alright?"
The two men grinned as they watched the children argue about
cartoons and costumes while Xander took notes.
"Today is a good day," Leroy said, "and it's only just begun."
"The only way it could be better is if that fire mage was stupid
enough to pop his head out of whatever hole he crawled into a year
ago," Julius said.
"When you get a blessing like mine, you don't keep it to yourself, you
find good people to share it with," Xander said, knowing what Papa
Green was really asking.
"The place I'm from is dark enough that if you assume you're right
and in the light you've probably already wandered a fair bit into the
dark," Xander admitted.
"LA?"
"The movies these days are all filled with sex and violence," Papa
Green said with a sigh.
"Wasn't like that in my day," Papa Green said, "I had to walk five
miles to visit a friend who had a pack of French playing cards to get
even a glimpse of nipple. You kids are spoiled."
"Now I use olive oil to grease the pan, but butter, real butter on top
and in the bread," Papa Green lectured. "I know they like to complain
about cholesterol and blood pressure but I'm an old black man who
has never had a heart attack or even high blood pressure, so it it's
between me and some skinny college kid with a pony tail…"
"That's a no brainer," Xander agreed. "You're supposed to test
theories to find out what's right, not simply parrot others."
Xander turned his head and saw Vanity's hair vanishing into the
stairwell. "Yeah. Good catch."
"Too many new smells and sounds," Xander said, "I didn't have a
clue."
"Gotta keep an eye out," Papa Greene said, "I don't keep everything
polished just because it looks nice, I do it for several reasons, one of
which is it lets me know who's around me at all times."
"My boy and his friend have all but wiped them out around here,"
Papa Green said proudly, "but even before that there was a reason I
made my home above my work, worked a cross into the design of
the railing every six inches, and have a discount for clergy who take
a moment to bless my parlor."
"Since the local priest liked to eat here it also kept out the mob, since
they like to keep tight with the catholic church. I also tempted in the
local Rabbi by having kosher ingredients. They say it's racist these
days to say Jews are good with money, but I never got any advice in
finance that wasn't spot on." He grinned. "You should have heard
father Halloran and Rabbi Rosenburg get into it. I learned more
listening to them then I could have gotten at the local college and I
made sure junior was the one to wait on their table."
"You're keeping up very well for someone with little training," Leroy
noted as they finished a five mile jog.
"Anime martial artist," Xander replied, "the harder the training, the
faster I improve."
"It looks like I have some research to do," Leroy said thoughtfully.
"I will look them up later, but since you are properly warmed up, now
we can begin," Leroy said cheerfully.
"He alive?" Julius asked idly as Leroy set Xander's sweat drenched
form on a picnic table.
"Yes," Leroy replied looking pretty worn out himself, much to Julius'
surprise. "He informed me that the harder he trains, the more he will
grow completely ignoring human limitations."
"So, you decided to run him into the ground," he said with approval.
"How'd he do?"
"Fifty miles or so," Leroy said, "and I made sure to take him over
uneven ground."
All around the parking garage his men were doing much the same.
Some in the groups who were sitting at battered tables, one going
over maps of New York and taking reports from younger teens and
another smaller group who were all crippled in some way and were
arguing over things they were reading in hand written leather tomes.
The young man slowly sat up. "Monique plays D&D and it'd probably
be faster for me to get her and her books then to find out myself.
Now, Ranma… that I know about."
"Two months free lessons," Leroy replied, "that way you'll learn more
with less bruises than simply attacking me."
"Deal," Stillman said excitedly. "I'll go get the tapes we'll need a TV
and VCR."
Julius made a gesture and a young teen ran over. "I need a TV and
VCR set up in here, see to it."
Xander suddenly sat up, wide awake and energetic. "It's noon,
where's Benji?"
"Looks like he's caught his second wind," Julius noted amused. "He's
on the second level helping his mother cook lunch."
"He'll need some sort of token with him," Xander said thoughtfully as
Julius gestured for a runner to fetch him.
"Hey, it's the Magic man," Benji said as the runner returned with him,
his dog leading the way.
"Excellent, I'll need that to get it right," Xander said, accepting the
notebook and finding Benji had made a few additions.
"Thanks," the boy said, scratching his dog behind its ears so he
didn't have to see any knowing smirks.
"I got a tat," the boy said, rolling up the sleeve on his shirt to show an
expertly drawn rose.
"This will make it permanent," Xander warned, "but it will also make it
moveable, so you can use it like a sticker."
Leroy and Julius looked over the list of things Xander was planning.
"And the combat ones blend well with them," Julius noted curiously.
"Master Splinter could probably help you with that," Leroy said
thoughtfully.
"It looks good," Julius said with approval, passing the notebook back
to Xander.
Naturally few people noticed this as they were all staring at Benji's
dog who had swelled to the size of a Shetland pony.
"I don't have to ride him into battle, do I?" Benji asked.
*Better to sneak up behind them and rip out their throats,* a mental
voice replied.
"I like dogs," Xander replied, "they are more loyal and dependable
than humans."
"Can't argue with that," Julius said, scratching the massive dog
behind the ears.
*That explains why it's been so hard to walk you into closed doors
lately.*
"What?"
TN: must type it all up quickly, get more chapters out, and force
him to keep writing.
*If you used your ears more you would have heard they were closed,
I won't be around forever you know,* the telepathic dog replied with
amusement in his mental voice.
"I think he'd need more training than trial and error, though it does
work," Xander agreed.
"Sure, walk up to a wall, close your eyes, and slowly turn around
while whistling," Xander said, "you can easily hear the difference."
The young boy walked over to the wall of the parking garage and
tried it. "It works," he said in disbelief.
"With practice you can get a pretty good sense of a room without
looking," Xander said, "it's part of the basics of blind fighting."
Several other gang members stepped over to various walls and gave
it a try as well.
"No formal training, but I've been fighting vampires for over a year
now and I'm still alive," Xander replied. "My senses are a little
sharper because I was once possessed by a primal hyena spirit and
I picked up some decent lung capacity when I was almost turned into
a fishman. I remember a lot about how soldiers are trained from
being turned into one last Halloween. My recent empowerment has
really brought all my skills and memories to the front of my mind. I'm
a mix between a Dungeons and Dragons fighter and a Ranma class
anime martial artist now, but I haven't had any real training."
"Did you grow up in a comic book?" one of the younger men asked
in disbelief.
His statement caused a burst of conversation from the table with the
crippled fighters who were quickly rummaging through the leather
tomes in front of them.
"Reality is kind of fuzzy anyway," Julius said, "the more you look into
things the crazier it is."
Julius chuckled. "We can have someone buy us some copies before
then, we just need hands on them now to get a feel for things."
Julius nodded. "While we're watching that, see about running Xander
through the gauntlet, he needs the experience."
"Fighting one fighter at a time until you fall out," Julian explained. "It'll
give us an idea of how good you are."
Xander nodded, smiling at the idea of a fight that wasn't life or death.
Several Hours Later
"Ok, I think I've got the gist of it," Julius said, "How about you?"
Leroy nodded and turned off the TV as the Ranma 1/2 movie ended.
"I am not sure which empowerment provides more growth potential,
but both of them together are frightening."
"You have a thought," Leroy said and waited patiently to hear it.
"Yeah and frankly I'm surprised I'm not hearing it from you first,"
Julius said, setting down the Fighter's Handbook.
"We arrived at the same clearing but even if we took the same
amount of steps to arrive our paths were different," Leroy replied.
Julius glanced over and saw he was on his third can of beer so he
simply nodded. "I got ya. Well one of the differences in our paths
was that The Glow was where you were told the path ended."
"I was thinking the same thing myself," Julius agreed. "I'm gonna
guess you were thinking of that Chestnut Fist thing while I was
looking at the Breaking Point."
The two turned their attention to where Xander was running the
gauntlet to see how he'd done and were a bit surprised to see two
dozen of the gang's fighters sitting to one side showing they'd been
defeated while Xander faced off against Big Barry, a six foot four
mountain of muscle who was complaining that Xander wasn't taking
him seriously.
"I know you can hit harder than that!" Barry complained.
"Yeah, but you aren't a vampire I'm trying to shatter the ribs of,"
Xander said.
Xander sighed. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." He darted
forward and slammed a right straight into Barry's stomach, dodging
the puke that shot out of his mouth before the big man fell to his
knees. "You okay?"
"No… feels like I just got kicked by a mule," Barry groaned out.
Xander shook his head. "I get a chance to catch my breath with each
new fighter as they feel me out. I'm kinda thirsty though."
"I've got real good lungs," Xander said, "it helps with all the
screaming and running away."
"No, seriously," Xander said, "sometimes you gotta lead off a demon
or two to herd them into a trap."
"Two to three?" Xander asked, surprised and saw the nods. "On the
Hellmouth they are four to five times as fast and strong."
Xander nodded. "Vamps are stronger on the Hellmouth, they feed off
its energy. Thankfully they are also very stupid and like to play with
their food, so they don't go all out to start."
He couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, but we also got a cheat code. Most
nights I just gotta keep the vamps distracted and annoyed so the
Slayer can take them out."
"It was back in the seventies," Julius said, "I was just a boy from the
ghetto, but she saved my mom and me. Heard some bastard named
Spike took her out on the subway."
"I'm sorry for your loss," Leroy said, laying a hand on Xander's
shoulder.
"She wasn't my Slayer, though she was a friend," Xander said. "My
Slayer is still alive, a vampire drowned her but with some CPR she
was up and around again. Her death is what called Kendra into
service, but no one said she had to stay dead."
"So there are two Slayers now?" Julius asked. "How does that
work?"
"One falls, another rises," Xander said with a shrug. "Maybe the
Slayer Spirit can empower any number of girls, I don't know, I'm not
a Watcher. I do know our Slayer just keeps on getting stronger and
more skilled."
"Actually, challenge or not, your guys and gals are more skilled than I
am," Xander admitted, "I've been learning a lot fighting them."
"And Big Barry's learned not to let someone get a free shot,"
someone called out, causing a wave of laughter and cheers from the
gang.
Julius chuckled. "Gotta control your ego, unless you're as bad as I
am of course."
"Sho' nuff!" the gang chanted, as Leroy just shook his head.
"He's not kidding about learning from us," an older woman said,
limping a little as she stepped over to Julius, "he sees a move more
than once and he starts using it."
"Ain't far off us neither," Julius added. "Someone get the man a
gatorade, then back at it. Double em up, he can take it."
"Can't we just hunt down some vampires?" Xander asked. "I don't
like taking the risk of hurting humans when I'm still trying to get a
handle on things."
"Of course," Xander said. "It's one of the most useful powers
around."
"That's some stamina," a young woman told her friend with a grin,
before she hefted a bo staff and stepped into the taped off circle
where they were fighting, her friend pulling out a billy club.
"Start!" Julius called out and the girl with the staff attacked Xander
while her friend circled around to try and get him from behind.
Xander stepped into the swing of the staff, grabbing it and swinging
the girl into her friend, sending them both rolling out of the 'ring' as
he tested out the weight and balance of the staff to get a feel for it.
"Right there with you, sis," she replied, retrieving her billy club from
the ground.
The three Scoobs sat across from each other on the hard dirt floor,
sweating heavily in the small wooden lodge Oz had tossed together,
breathing deeply of the fragrant smoke that rose from the fire in the
center.
"We live strange lives or maybe we don't," Willow said slowly, "I
mean… how would we know if our life was strange when it's the only
one we know?"
Willow reluctantly peeled off her sweater and set it aside, having
been too body shy to strip down to her undershirt and underwear like
they had, but the heat and the smoke from the herbs caused her to
relax enough to get rid of it. "I think I mean… strange as in different
than others," she said, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"You guys… are different," Willow decided. "Not hugely, but more…
you?"
"I'm less…" Willow said with a frown, drawing the two's attention.
"Not worth less, just… less finished."
"Not really bad, just strange," Cordelia said with a giggle, while
Willow stripped off her pants.
"Druid," Oz offered.
"Oh," Cordelia said as if something had just occurred to her, "I think
he means Druids can control wild animals and such, even if he can't
break the curse yet."
Willow threw her panties at him, landing on one of the horns that had
started to sprout from his forehead. "Should have warned us," she
said firmly, eyes unfocused.
"It's not a full moon," Oz offered with a shrug, his shirt ripping as he
gained at least a foot in height.
"Getting in touch with your inner spirit… and that spirit is a werewolf,"
Cordelia offered, before standing up and removing her own panties
as she was no more a fan of a swampy crotch than Willow was. With
a flick of her wrist she landed her panties on Oz's other horn.
"Balance," she told Willow who nodded in understanding.
Oz took another pinch of herbs from the basket, paused, and took a
smaller pinch as his hands were now enormous and covered in fur,
before tossing it in the fire.
The three all took a deep breath, inhaling the smoke deep into their
lungs before coughing it out a couple of seconds later.
"Inner self, core of who we are," Willow said, "well not 'we' but each
of us separately."
"We have a lot in common, we probably are a we if you go deep
enough," Cordelia sang, causing a sparkling rainbow to dance
across the walls surrounding them.
Cordelia whipped her shirt off in a single move, using it to wipe away
the sweat that had pooled underneath her breasts before tossing it
atop Willow's pants before thinking to ask, "Why?"
"I wanna see your breasts," Willow said honestly, "also I need help
getting my bra off. I feel all floaty."
"Good," Willow said, a bit relieved. "My mom said you were only
allowed to like one thing or the other, otherwise you were being
indecisive."
"She's very wrong," Cordelia told her. "I've been noticing breasts
myself lately and I have to say I'm a fan. Of course I still like the
stick, but breasts are just so round and soft, ya know?"
"A lot of study has been done, but no one has written a thesis yet,"
Oz said, his deeper voice like the purr of a lion carrying his obvious
confusion as to why a serious scholastic paper had never been
written on the subject.
"The stick is nice," Willow said after she'd finished coughing, "it's firm
and fills things."
"I wanted Xander to use his on me first, because we've been friends
a long time… but I think I was just being possessive," Willow
admitted. "He's part of me cause we filled bits of each other growing
up, the parts our parents were supposed to help fill, not the parts I
want Oz's help with."
"I poked you both enough and vice versa growing up to have you
both fill a little of me too," Cordelia admitted. "It's probably why I'm
here today and not… Well, actually I would have died if not for you
guys, but without that I'd be a more empty person."
"Xander filled you both a bit," Willow said thoughtfully, "not exactly
with bits of him, but with stuff flavored or tinted with bits of him."
"Yeah," Cordelia said, her smile actually lighting up the tiny room for
a moment, "it really isn't."
Willow looked a bit sad. "It's a little scary," she admitted. "He knows
me… but not me. I've hidden a lot and tried to make him see me as
the girl he'd want to fill for the rest of his life, and not… all that I am.
So if he fills me like he filled you two… Would I become more like the
me he thinks he knows that isn't the real me?"
"Then we have to show him the real you first," Oz said. "If he sees
the real you he'll make sure his Xander flavoring has the right Willow
taste."
"We can do that?" Willow asked. "Cause I'm not sure I like the real
me, she can be judgy and a big old stupid head, not loyal and smart
like she's supposed to be."
"We all have our flaws," Cordelia assured her, "we're still growing
into who we want to be."
"We see more of you than you realize," Oz said. "We've talked."
OZ nodded, his horns bumping into the ceiling with a thump. "Had
to."
The two waited but it became obvious that was all he was going to
say about it.
"So… I didn't fool him about who I really am?" Willow asked.
"He has Willow tinted glasses about you… but still sees things you
tried not to show," Oz said.
"And he still loves me?" she asked. "Because I find it hard to love
that ginger bitch sometimes and I'm her."
"I'm even fond of you," Cordelia told her, "and I have the least reason
to be out of all of us, so maybe you're being a little too judgy about
her."