Fallen Knight
By Socrates
Summary: Things change for Xander.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the basic idea.
Rating: Nothing worse then the show.
Category: Action/Adventure.
Pairing: B/X, eventually.
*****
Y'know, Someone once said 'power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.' It's funny how that statement can be so right and yet so wrong at the same time I've seen people corrupted by power quite a few times, and then there's me… Well, I'm really not that sure right now. About the only thing I'm sure of is this; Power is NOT what its cracked up to be. I should know.
Perhaps I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. I'll start at the beginning. This story, like all stories, has a beginning, a place of origin if you will. In this case its good old Sunnydale CA. I was born here and grew up here, along with my very best friend Willow Rosenburg, and Jesse. I can safely say that we lived a pretty normal life, all the way up until the second year of high school. That's when SHE arrives, and things were never the same.
To make a long story short, Jessie died, by my hand, after being turned into a bloodthirsty vampire. That's right, vampires are real. Shocked? Well get over it, because it gets worse, much worse. Turns out my hometown is built over and ancient dimensional gateway to hell! Creepy huh. The Girl I mentioned, Buffy turns out is the slayer, one in a long line of female warriors gifted with magically enhanced abilities. Apparently her job is to guard the hellmouth and keep it from opening. She doesn't do it alone though, we help.
That's us, the scoobies, mystical warriors for good…. Sorta. That over there is me. No, not the guy with his arm around Buffy, that's Angel aka Deadboy, aka sir vamps lot. Buffy's number-one squeeze, and therefore someone I hate with extreme prejudice. Yeah that's right, as formulaic as some Shakespearean Tragedy, I'm in love with the hero. Pathetic ain't it? The other guy, with his hands around the redhead is Oz, the boyfriend of my best friend. He's a werewolf and she's a witch. And you thought your dates had strange hobbies! The old guy in the Tweed is Rupert Giles aka the G-man; Buffy's watcher. I'm the guy in the back of the group, which is strangely reflective of the current situation.
What am I, you ask? Well… er, nothing really… Well, that's not exactly true, but its… complicated. It wasn't always this way though. Nope, at one time I was just good old normal Xander Harris, now powers or abilities or anything. Of course at the time I resented being the only normal one, but now I would give anything to be that way again.
I know what some of you are thinking , another 'guy gets a powers and becomes a total bad-ass thing'. I wish! Remember how I mentioned that power isn't all its cracked up to be? Well lets just say that they ought to make manuals on how to be a bad-ass, cause I have yet to figure it out. Buffy and Angel make it look easy, but it isn't, especially when what you have wasn't even meant for you in the first place.
What do I mean? Well I guess I should start by telling you how this all happened…
*****
Xander dodged out of the way as an energy blast soared overhead.
"Xander, stay down!" Buffy commanded her friend as she charged at the demon and leveled a kick at its head. The blow caught the creature full force, and sent it reeling. Seeing her opportunity, the slayer followed up with a series of short jabs to the chest and stomach, forcing the demon back towards Angel, who had his sword readied
"Buffy!" he signaled her and she nodded, lining up and delivered a full power jump kick to the chest that knocked the enemy back and right into Angel's waiting blade. It gave a gurgling sound, green blood spurting from its mouth, then fell back onto the vampire, dead.
Of course the demon also happened to way a good 300 lbs, and so Angel soon found himself pinned beneath its dead hulk and the cave wall.
"A little help here!"
Xander, from his position on the ground, couldn't help laughing at the image before him. The laughter quickly subsided though when he caught Buffy's glare.
"Just a sec Angel" The slayer reassured him.
"Oh, take your time."
"please do!"
"Shut up, Xander."
Elsewhere, at the same time…
"I knew it was you!"
"Too bad that knowledge will do you know good."
"You won't get away with this!"
"A little overly dramatic, aren't we?"
BANG! BANG!
"Hmm, I thought there would have been more blood,"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Ah, that's better!"
"Are you sure that was a good idea?"
"Hmm, no. But it sure was fun!"
Back with the gang…..
Buffy quickly helped her boyfriend up from under the dead demon, then checked to see if he was alright.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Xander watched in in sadness, not to mention annoyance. Oh will you two give it a break for five minutes!"
The pair turned to glare at him and he just rolled his eyes in response.
"Geeze, get a room why don't you." the young men then considered what his words. "On second though, do NOT get a room! You hear me! No rooms for you! In fact, no even going into rooms together!" He waved his finger menacingly back and forth between them
"Xander, I do believe that is quite enough." Buffy watcher ordered, pinching his nose in exasperation.
"Yeah, well just see that you heed my words." he warned Buffy, who merely stuck her tongue out at him and snuggled deeper into Angel's embrace.
Giles decided to head off the dispute he felt forming. "I suggest we head back to the school. The threat has been taken care of."
Everyone nodded and began making their way toward the mouth of the cave. Xander stopped near the entrance as a flash of light went off in his eyes. He stumbled, suddenly dizzy.
"Xand, you okay?" Buffy called from her position beside Angel.
The dark-haired boy nodded woozily. "I'm f…fine." he answered, taking another two steps forward before falling right on his face.
"Xan!"
*****
Believe me when I say that that REALLY hurt!
So, anyways, that's how it began. To be honest, I can't give you much more detail then that, because I really don't know WHAT happened to me. The day after that though is when things REALLY got weird. I had spent a few hours in the hospital getting checked up on. Turns out I was fine, other then the broken nose I had received from falling on it. Another painful experience. For anyone who has never broken their nose, be grateful. I hurts a lot, but what's even more painful is setting it. OUCH! Anyways, I'm getting off topic. It was the next day and I was feeling a little sore , but had little desire to stay home with my parents, so I went to school anyways. In hindsight, probably not the best decision…
******
Xander Harris sat on the edge of the upper level overlooking the quad, his hand massaging his still sore nose, partly in effort to relieve the pain and partly to cover-up the huge white bandage they had given him.
"Stupid white flashy thing.: me mumbled nonsensically. The weird thing is no one else had seen it besides him. He couldn't remember any head trauma he had sustained recently, well nothing serious anyways. It was just so… odd.
Of course, it was hardly the weirdest thing that had ever happened to the gang. In fact, it didn't really rank at all. But there was something about it that caused it to stick out in his mind.
In the distance Xander caught sight of Buffy and Willow and waved at them. They waved back and started toward him. Oz must still be in class. he thought absently.
"Hey Harris, way to go!" A jock, Brady Bronson mock-congratulated, pounding Xander and the shoulder. It wasn't the first time it had happened today; people goading him about his broken nose. Of course for reasons that would soon become apparent, it was the last.
Unfortunately For Xander, the jock had underestimated the force of the blow. And Xander was knocked off balance, tumbling backward over the railing and down to the concrete walkway below.
In the distance, Xander could make out the shouts of several people, including his two friends. He found himself absently wondering what it would feel like when he hit, and whether he would be killed instantly or just break every bone in his body. His deliberations were cut short at he bounced off the overhang and smacked the concrete.
*****
You ever notice how I seem to fall down a lot? Yet, me too. Damned irritating if you ask me. So, I know you have questions, like who was the person who got shot, who shot him and why, and what it has to do with what happened to me. But I got a better question; did I even survive the fall?
End part 1
Authors end notes: Yeah, another fic started by me. Oh well. I'm trying to do something different here, a more realistic take on the super-Xander, courtesy of my new found obsession with Jake 2.0. Assuming people like this, I'll try to write more soon. Otherwise I might stick it on the backburner, which I must say is a little crowded.
By Socrates
Summary: Things change for Xander.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the basic idea.
Rating: Nothing worse then the show.
Category: Action/Adventure.
Pairing: B/X, eventually.
*****
Y'know, Someone once said 'power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.' It's funny how that statement can be so right and yet so wrong at the same time I've seen people corrupted by power quite a few times, and then there's me… Well, I'm really not that sure right now. About the only thing I'm sure of is this; Power is NOT what its cracked up to be. I should know.
Perhaps I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. I'll start at the beginning. This story, like all stories, has a beginning, a place of origin if you will. In this case its good old Sunnydale CA. I was born here and grew up here, along with my very best friend Willow Rosenburg, and Jesse. I can safely say that we lived a pretty normal life, all the way up until the second year of high school. That's when SHE arrives, and things were never the same.
To make a long story short, Jessie died, by my hand, after being turned into a bloodthirsty vampire. That's right, vampires are real. Shocked? Well get over it, because it gets worse, much worse. Turns out my hometown is built over and ancient dimensional gateway to hell! Creepy huh. The Girl I mentioned, Buffy turns out is the slayer, one in a long line of female warriors gifted with magically enhanced abilities. Apparently her job is to guard the hellmouth and keep it from opening. She doesn't do it alone though, we help.
That's us, the scoobies, mystical warriors for good…. Sorta. That over there is me. No, not the guy with his arm around Buffy, that's Angel aka Deadboy, aka sir vamps lot. Buffy's number-one squeeze, and therefore someone I hate with extreme prejudice. Yeah that's right, as formulaic as some Shakespearean Tragedy, I'm in love with the hero. Pathetic ain't it? The other guy, with his hands around the redhead is Oz, the boyfriend of my best friend. He's a werewolf and she's a witch. And you thought your dates had strange hobbies! The old guy in the Tweed is Rupert Giles aka the G-man; Buffy's watcher. I'm the guy in the back of the group, which is strangely reflective of the current situation.
What am I, you ask? Well… er, nothing really… Well, that's not exactly true, but its… complicated. It wasn't always this way though. Nope, at one time I was just good old normal Xander Harris, now powers or abilities or anything. Of course at the time I resented being the only normal one, but now I would give anything to be that way again.
I know what some of you are thinking , another 'guy gets a powers and becomes a total bad-ass thing'. I wish! Remember how I mentioned that power isn't all its cracked up to be? Well lets just say that they ought to make manuals on how to be a bad-ass, cause I have yet to figure it out. Buffy and Angel make it look easy, but it isn't, especially when what you have wasn't even meant for you in the first place.
What do I mean? Well I guess I should start by telling you how this all happened…
*****
Xander dodged out of the way as an energy blast soared overhead.
"Xander, stay down!" Buffy commanded her friend as she charged at the demon and leveled a kick at its head. The blow caught the creature full force, and sent it reeling. Seeing her opportunity, the slayer followed up with a series of short jabs to the chest and stomach, forcing the demon back towards Angel, who had his sword readied
"Buffy!" he signaled her and she nodded, lining up and delivered a full power jump kick to the chest that knocked the enemy back and right into Angel's waiting blade. It gave a gurgling sound, green blood spurting from its mouth, then fell back onto the vampire, dead.
Of course the demon also happened to way a good 300 lbs, and so Angel soon found himself pinned beneath its dead hulk and the cave wall.
"A little help here!"
Xander, from his position on the ground, couldn't help laughing at the image before him. The laughter quickly subsided though when he caught Buffy's glare.
"Just a sec Angel" The slayer reassured him.
"Oh, take your time."
"please do!"
"Shut up, Xander."
Elsewhere, at the same time…
"I knew it was you!"
"Too bad that knowledge will do you know good."
"You won't get away with this!"
"A little overly dramatic, aren't we?"
BANG! BANG!
"Hmm, I thought there would have been more blood,"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Ah, that's better!"
"Are you sure that was a good idea?"
"Hmm, no. But it sure was fun!"
Back with the gang…..
Buffy quickly helped her boyfriend up from under the dead demon, then checked to see if he was alright.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Xander watched in in sadness, not to mention annoyance. Oh will you two give it a break for five minutes!"
The pair turned to glare at him and he just rolled his eyes in response.
"Geeze, get a room why don't you." the young men then considered what his words. "On second though, do NOT get a room! You hear me! No rooms for you! In fact, no even going into rooms together!" He waved his finger menacingly back and forth between them
"Xander, I do believe that is quite enough." Buffy watcher ordered, pinching his nose in exasperation.
"Yeah, well just see that you heed my words." he warned Buffy, who merely stuck her tongue out at him and snuggled deeper into Angel's embrace.
Giles decided to head off the dispute he felt forming. "I suggest we head back to the school. The threat has been taken care of."
Everyone nodded and began making their way toward the mouth of the cave. Xander stopped near the entrance as a flash of light went off in his eyes. He stumbled, suddenly dizzy.
"Xand, you okay?" Buffy called from her position beside Angel.
The dark-haired boy nodded woozily. "I'm f…fine." he answered, taking another two steps forward before falling right on his face.
"Xan!"
*****
Believe me when I say that that REALLY hurt!
So, anyways, that's how it began. To be honest, I can't give you much more detail then that, because I really don't know WHAT happened to me. The day after that though is when things REALLY got weird. I had spent a few hours in the hospital getting checked up on. Turns out I was fine, other then the broken nose I had received from falling on it. Another painful experience. For anyone who has never broken their nose, be grateful. I hurts a lot, but what's even more painful is setting it. OUCH! Anyways, I'm getting off topic. It was the next day and I was feeling a little sore , but had little desire to stay home with my parents, so I went to school anyways. In hindsight, probably not the best decision…
******
Xander Harris sat on the edge of the upper level overlooking the quad, his hand massaging his still sore nose, partly in effort to relieve the pain and partly to cover-up the huge white bandage they had given him.
"Stupid white flashy thing.: me mumbled nonsensically. The weird thing is no one else had seen it besides him. He couldn't remember any head trauma he had sustained recently, well nothing serious anyways. It was just so… odd.
Of course, it was hardly the weirdest thing that had ever happened to the gang. In fact, it didn't really rank at all. But there was something about it that caused it to stick out in his mind.
In the distance Xander caught sight of Buffy and Willow and waved at them. They waved back and started toward him. Oz must still be in class. he thought absently.
"Hey Harris, way to go!" A jock, Brady Bronson mock-congratulated, pounding Xander and the shoulder. It wasn't the first time it had happened today; people goading him about his broken nose. Of course for reasons that would soon become apparent, it was the last.
Unfortunately For Xander, the jock had underestimated the force of the blow. And Xander was knocked off balance, tumbling backward over the railing and down to the concrete walkway below.
In the distance, Xander could make out the shouts of several people, including his two friends. He found himself absently wondering what it would feel like when he hit, and whether he would be killed instantly or just break every bone in his body. His deliberations were cut short at he bounced off the overhang and smacked the concrete.
*****
You ever notice how I seem to fall down a lot? Yet, me too. Damned irritating if you ask me. So, I know you have questions, like who was the person who got shot, who shot him and why, and what it has to do with what happened to me. But I got a better question; did I even survive the fall?
End part 1
Authors end notes: Yeah, another fic started by me. Oh well. I'm trying to do something different here, a more realistic take on the super-Xander, courtesy of my new found obsession with Jake 2.0. Assuming people like this, I'll try to write more soon. Otherwise I might stick it on the backburner, which I must say is a little crowded.