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SLASH FIC: On the Wings of An Angel 2/? [Buffy/X-Men]
Title: On the Wings of an Angel
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy/X-Men
Pairings: Xander/Storm, Xander/Warren, Scott/Jean/Logan
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the X-Men.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://darkgesture.angelcities.com/fanfiction.htm
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"Fate of the X-Men" part 4
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You can find Part One here
Winter in New York. Graymalkin Lane. The Xavier Institute for Gifted Children. Eight years ago.
"Hey Xander, you're my friend, right?"
Xander turned to grin at Warren, not even surprised that the other had found him even way out here. "What do you want now, rich boy?"
Warren laughed and shrugged. "Nothing much, really. I just thought..." He ducked his head, what looked suspiciously like a blush staining his cheeks. "Well..."
Xander bent to scoop up a handful of snow. Even after two years of living in New York, he was still fascinated by actual snow. It was just so different from his native California.
"What's up, War?" he asked, staring down at the shiny, crystally snow. It was always so pretty that he wanted to keep if forever, though he could really do without the whole cold thing.
"Well..." Warren reached out and touched his shoulder.
Xander turned to look at Warren in surprise. The blond mutant was never a very touchy-feely guy, so his suddenly grabbing him was a bit of the weird. "What..."
The kiss was such a huge surprise that he really didn't know what to do at first. Then it took him over completely.
The handful of snow dropped to the ground as he wrapped his arms around Warren, his fingers clenching against Warren's back. "Mmmm," he murmured, pressing closer against the other mutant.
Ever since he had first seen the inhumanly beautiful boy, Xander had wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Now he knew. It was perfect.
They just kissed for awhile, standing in the middle of the snow-covered field. The mansion was in the backdrop of their own personal paradise. It was as though they were alone in the world, just the two of them in that forever moment.
After awhile, Warren gently pushed Xander away, smiling at the younger boy's kiss-dazed expression. "That's enough for now," he said. "There's always time for more later."
"But..." Xander drew in an unsteady breath and raised his chin. "Okay. But... why did you suddenly..."
Warren grinned. "Because I like you, stupid. You're my favorite of everyone here, Xan. And I really wanted to kiss you."
"Okay."
.
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Images in the flames of the days of innocence. Back when he had believed that no matter what kind of bad guys they faced, the X-Men would win in the end, and all of his friends would find the happiness that they deserved.
Now he knew better. Now he knew.
.
.
Kisses in the snow. Sitting together in the comfort of the library, sharing a book. Teasing Jean as they always did. Sneaking out after curfew to go to clubs in the city. Becoming closer than they had ever been. Falling in love.
No matter how innocent he was, Xander should have known that it was never going to last. His life was never so smooth, no matter that he wanted more than anything for him and Warren to be able to stay together forever. It simply was not meant to be.
One day, while they were goofing around in the kitchen, watching Hank play keep-away with Scott's favorite CD, it happened.
It was what they called a sudden "outburst," as though someone had suddenly yelled, not completely lost all control of their mutant power.
One minute Warren was leaning against the counter, his head thrown back as he laughed, and the next he was writhing on the floor, his eyes screwed shut in pain and his head flopping back and forth. The cords stood out on his neck and his heels beat against the floor in a sickening rhythm.
Xander didn't know what to do as he watched his boyfriend have a seizure. Helpless tears streamed down his cheeks and he wanted more than anything to fall on his knees beside Warren, to hold him and make it all better, but he couldn't.
In the grips of his outburst, Warren had instinctively put up an energy shield. A glowing blue ripple of pure electricity surrounded him, keeping anyone from being able to draw close. Keeping Xander from being able to hold him, help him.
.
The outburst lasted for nearly ten minutes, an eternity in Xander's mind. And when it ended, Warren's already awesome powers had grown.
He was suddenly able to throw his energy blasts nearly two miles. He could create energy "nets" that he could use to lift things up with. His force shields were able to even hold out Scott's most powerful blasts. And he could imbue his skin with pure energy, electrocuting anyone that touched him.
Xander was proud of his boyfriend's new abilities. It was just so incredibly cool. Warren was cool, and the fact that someone so great could like him made Xander feel like he was ten feet high.
So it was no wonder, feeling so great, that he had no idea that it was the beginning of the end.
He and Warren--their love was simply not meant to last.
.
.
A face-off with Magneto and the Brotherhood. Just another good versus evil battle royale. Super powerful mutant group against super powerful mutant group.
Only Warren was stronger than he had ever been before, stronger than any of the other X-Men. And that power was new, inexperienced. It was just this fresh thing that he had never had the chance to really try out until now, training only showing him so much of the potential he held for destruction. So it was no wonder that he went a little overboard. It was no wonder that people were really hurt, even if they were bad guys. It was no wonder that someone died.
Xander blamed the Professor for what Warren had accidentally done.
Charles Xavier was the adult. He was supposed to protect and guide them. He was supposed to keep them from making terrible, life-altering mistakes. He was supposed to protect their innocence from the cruelties of reality. And he failed dismally.
The first kernels of true bitterness were seeded in Xander's heart on the day he held a sobbing Warren while they were surrounded by the evidence of a truly epic battle.
The asphalt was scorched around them. There was the thick, greasy pork smell of burnt flesh. The pitted remnants of an office building still smoldered in the morning light. And Warren sobbed as though he was never going to stop, knowing that he had taken the first steps toward a different kind of life than any of them wanted to live.
Clutching Warren tightly, Xander's eyes were distant things, staring into the horrors of the recent past.
Blue light flashing everywhere. Pain as he was held in the cruel grasp of Reaver, those knife-sharp fingers cutting into his flesh until blood ran down his bared throat. The sound of Warren yelling at Reaver to let Xander go, to leave him alone or ELSE. The sudden bright flare of blue so close to him that Xander was blinded. Then the smell of burning. The screams. The horror of not being able to see what was happening, but hearing everything.
He was only blind for a moment, but when his sight cleared, the first thing he saw was what was left of Reaver.
Cooked from the inside out while still alive, the mutant had burst like a hotdog left too long in the microwave. Burned black. Twisted bones with just a flash of steel. The face, while horribly burned, still recognizable.
He had wanted to scream and run. Had wanted to just turn and go, to just run and run and never stop until he was so far away from it all that he would never smell that disgusting smell ever again, not even in his dreams.
But Warren was standing there with this horribly empty look on his face, his eyes a silent scream that Xander, in his love, could not ignore.
Xander ran to Warren. Held him while he cried. Tried to pretend somehow that none of this was real, that Warren wasn't a killer.
With every particle of his being he wished that he could go back to that wonderful day in the snow, when he was kissing Warren. When the world was a better place. When he was still innocent and could believe that no matter what happened, everything would be all right.
But that day was gone. He was fifteen years old and he had tasted death and there was no going back.
.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy/X-Men
Pairings: Xander/Storm, Xander/Warren, Scott/Jean/Logan
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the X-Men.
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://darkgesture.angelcities.com/fanfiction.htm
.
"Fate of the X-Men" part 4
------------------------------------------------
You can find Part One here
Winter in New York. Graymalkin Lane. The Xavier Institute for Gifted Children. Eight years ago.
"Hey Xander, you're my friend, right?"
Xander turned to grin at Warren, not even surprised that the other had found him even way out here. "What do you want now, rich boy?"
Warren laughed and shrugged. "Nothing much, really. I just thought..." He ducked his head, what looked suspiciously like a blush staining his cheeks. "Well..."
Xander bent to scoop up a handful of snow. Even after two years of living in New York, he was still fascinated by actual snow. It was just so different from his native California.
"What's up, War?" he asked, staring down at the shiny, crystally snow. It was always so pretty that he wanted to keep if forever, though he could really do without the whole cold thing.
"Well..." Warren reached out and touched his shoulder.
Xander turned to look at Warren in surprise. The blond mutant was never a very touchy-feely guy, so his suddenly grabbing him was a bit of the weird. "What..."
The kiss was such a huge surprise that he really didn't know what to do at first. Then it took him over completely.
The handful of snow dropped to the ground as he wrapped his arms around Warren, his fingers clenching against Warren's back. "Mmmm," he murmured, pressing closer against the other mutant.
Ever since he had first seen the inhumanly beautiful boy, Xander had wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Now he knew. It was perfect.
They just kissed for awhile, standing in the middle of the snow-covered field. The mansion was in the backdrop of their own personal paradise. It was as though they were alone in the world, just the two of them in that forever moment.
After awhile, Warren gently pushed Xander away, smiling at the younger boy's kiss-dazed expression. "That's enough for now," he said. "There's always time for more later."
"But..." Xander drew in an unsteady breath and raised his chin. "Okay. But... why did you suddenly..."
Warren grinned. "Because I like you, stupid. You're my favorite of everyone here, Xan. And I really wanted to kiss you."
"Okay."
.
.
Images in the flames of the days of innocence. Back when he had believed that no matter what kind of bad guys they faced, the X-Men would win in the end, and all of his friends would find the happiness that they deserved.
Now he knew better. Now he knew.
.
.
Kisses in the snow. Sitting together in the comfort of the library, sharing a book. Teasing Jean as they always did. Sneaking out after curfew to go to clubs in the city. Becoming closer than they had ever been. Falling in love.
No matter how innocent he was, Xander should have known that it was never going to last. His life was never so smooth, no matter that he wanted more than anything for him and Warren to be able to stay together forever. It simply was not meant to be.
One day, while they were goofing around in the kitchen, watching Hank play keep-away with Scott's favorite CD, it happened.
It was what they called a sudden "outburst," as though someone had suddenly yelled, not completely lost all control of their mutant power.
One minute Warren was leaning against the counter, his head thrown back as he laughed, and the next he was writhing on the floor, his eyes screwed shut in pain and his head flopping back and forth. The cords stood out on his neck and his heels beat against the floor in a sickening rhythm.
Xander didn't know what to do as he watched his boyfriend have a seizure. Helpless tears streamed down his cheeks and he wanted more than anything to fall on his knees beside Warren, to hold him and make it all better, but he couldn't.
In the grips of his outburst, Warren had instinctively put up an energy shield. A glowing blue ripple of pure electricity surrounded him, keeping anyone from being able to draw close. Keeping Xander from being able to hold him, help him.
.
The outburst lasted for nearly ten minutes, an eternity in Xander's mind. And when it ended, Warren's already awesome powers had grown.
He was suddenly able to throw his energy blasts nearly two miles. He could create energy "nets" that he could use to lift things up with. His force shields were able to even hold out Scott's most powerful blasts. And he could imbue his skin with pure energy, electrocuting anyone that touched him.
Xander was proud of his boyfriend's new abilities. It was just so incredibly cool. Warren was cool, and the fact that someone so great could like him made Xander feel like he was ten feet high.
So it was no wonder, feeling so great, that he had no idea that it was the beginning of the end.
He and Warren--their love was simply not meant to last.
.
.
A face-off with Magneto and the Brotherhood. Just another good versus evil battle royale. Super powerful mutant group against super powerful mutant group.
Only Warren was stronger than he had ever been before, stronger than any of the other X-Men. And that power was new, inexperienced. It was just this fresh thing that he had never had the chance to really try out until now, training only showing him so much of the potential he held for destruction. So it was no wonder that he went a little overboard. It was no wonder that people were really hurt, even if they were bad guys. It was no wonder that someone died.
Xander blamed the Professor for what Warren had accidentally done.
Charles Xavier was the adult. He was supposed to protect and guide them. He was supposed to keep them from making terrible, life-altering mistakes. He was supposed to protect their innocence from the cruelties of reality. And he failed dismally.
The first kernels of true bitterness were seeded in Xander's heart on the day he held a sobbing Warren while they were surrounded by the evidence of a truly epic battle.
The asphalt was scorched around them. There was the thick, greasy pork smell of burnt flesh. The pitted remnants of an office building still smoldered in the morning light. And Warren sobbed as though he was never going to stop, knowing that he had taken the first steps toward a different kind of life than any of them wanted to live.
Clutching Warren tightly, Xander's eyes were distant things, staring into the horrors of the recent past.
Blue light flashing everywhere. Pain as he was held in the cruel grasp of Reaver, those knife-sharp fingers cutting into his flesh until blood ran down his bared throat. The sound of Warren yelling at Reaver to let Xander go, to leave him alone or ELSE. The sudden bright flare of blue so close to him that Xander was blinded. Then the smell of burning. The screams. The horror of not being able to see what was happening, but hearing everything.
He was only blind for a moment, but when his sight cleared, the first thing he saw was what was left of Reaver.
Cooked from the inside out while still alive, the mutant had burst like a hotdog left too long in the microwave. Burned black. Twisted bones with just a flash of steel. The face, while horribly burned, still recognizable.
He had wanted to scream and run. Had wanted to just turn and go, to just run and run and never stop until he was so far away from it all that he would never smell that disgusting smell ever again, not even in his dreams.
But Warren was standing there with this horribly empty look on his face, his eyes a silent scream that Xander, in his love, could not ignore.
Xander ran to Warren. Held him while he cried. Tried to pretend somehow that none of this was real, that Warren wasn't a killer.
With every particle of his being he wished that he could go back to that wonderful day in the snow, when he was kissing Warren. When the world was a better place. When he was still innocent and could believe that no matter what happened, everything would be all right.
But that day was gone. He was fifteen years old and he had tasted death and there was no going back.
.
TBC...