Ravings of an Opinionated Goddess

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2006-08-18T14:51:54Z

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TTH Fic For All: Xander/Lana (Isobel)

2004-12-16T00:01:23Z

Fandoms: B:TVS/Smallville Season 4 Post - Spell
nb: Season 4 (SV) Post - Spell
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong's to someone else. Lyrics Eminem.

It's Tuesday and I'm locked up. I'm in jail and I don't know what happend. They say I was running butt naked, down the street screaming (AH-AH-AH-AH-AH) Well I'm sorry, I don't even remember. All I know is this much. I'm not guilty. They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape yellin' at an old lady 'to touch my body!'"

His mouth tasted like the back end of a cat, and was just as fuzzy. Xander grimaced in distaste, sitting up. He yelped in pain, falling back onto the bed beneath him, vowing to kill whoever was responsible for the blinding headache. He lay still for several long minutes, before making another brave attempt to sit up. When his head didn't fall off, he opened his eyes. And wished he hadn't. He groaned in disbelief as he stared around the room. How the hell had he wound up here?

All he remembered was Willow 'porting him back to the States, just after Solstice. Maybe he shouldn't have made that joke about her, Kennedy and the naked Solstice bit. He took in his surroundings. The place was remarkably clean, and pretty decent for what it was. All in all it was the best jail cell he'd ever seen. Seeing as it lacked the familiar stench of pee, and winos it probably wasn't in a major city. It was also the first one he'd ever been in painted in primary colors, with bright red and yellow walls. He definitely was somewhere out in the country. There wasn't much in the cell for him to use to figure out where he was. He stood slowly, hoping that there was someone nearby, moving to the cell doors. Before he could call out a woman with a pixie-like face, and pinned down curls came into the cell area.

He tried to look harmless as she looked him up and down. Her expression one of vague displeasure and disappointment. It took all he had not to laugh when she spoke, her voice tinged with a stereo-typical country accent.

"Well now, Mr. Harris, despite what I think your being released," said Sheriff Adams, separating her keys as she walked to the cell door. "Ms. Lang has promised you'd be on your best behavior."

Xander nodded rapidly, though he had no idea who she was talking about. But he wasn't about to question his good luck at being bailed out. After she'd unlocked his cell, Xander followed the officer out of the holding area. The moment he laid eyes on the girl in Faith-like attire, he knew she was waiting for him.

Sheriff Adams glanced from the Lang girl to the stranger. Her eyes dark with suspicion. "Are you sure you want to do this Miz. Lang? Misdemeanors or not he's clearly no harmless Kent boy."

Xander watched as the dark-haired girl grinned, stepping forward. He took the hand she held out as she spoke, "Of that I'm well aware, Sheriff." He shuddered, unconsciously gripping her hand tighter as sparks of memory flared briefly into life.

Jeep Liberty slowing to a halt. Window lowering as the air briefly clouded from the heat escaping the warm interior. Beautiful hazel eyes peered up at him, as a lush mouth curved in a crimson smile. The front passenger door swung open, emitting a blast of music.

Voice like smoke and honey, purring in his ear. Re vera, ista natura protraxi.

Gaudy faux Egyptian decor clashing with an overwhelming amount of Christmas lights and tinsel. White berries, gleaming green leaves. Wet, soft crimson mouth beneath his. Bright green eyes, sparking with undisguised jealousy.

Country music. Smoke and beer. Shot glass, golden liquor glittering in flashing lights. Warm burn of Tequila. Explosions of dust.

Glass the color of blood and lilacs. Silver eyes above a sinful, scarred mouth. Intertwining limbs atop a mahogany table. Stunned gasps, appalled cries of dismay. Grey-haired, blue-blooded matron, shoving a c-note down the front of tight leather pants.

Mouths. Wet. Crimson. Scarred.

Xander gasped as reality came into focus around him again. Bewildered eyes focused on the woman before him. Before he could speak, she shook her head. Hazel eyes darting to the sheriff. His mouth snapped shut, as he waited for her to finish speaking.

"Well if your sure, Miz. Lang," said Sheriff Adam, eyes hard on the one-eyed young man standing quietly beside the young girl. "Though, I must say. I didn't know the Talon was doing so well it could shell out nearly a grand for fines."

Xander thought the woman's answering smile looked more like a smirk when she answered, "It's not, but Lex felt it was only fair to help out. Since he issued the challenge that got Xander arrested."

Sheriff Adams frowned, remembering the hassle she'd had from the younger Luthor when her and her deputies had arrived at the Manor. "I guess you had best be getting on. I'm certain you have plans for what's left of Christmas day."

"One or two," said the brunette girl, grabbing Xander's hand. He let himself be tugged along. He could feel the sheriff's curious blue eyes on his back all the way out of the station.

Outside Xander slowed to a stop, forcing the brunette to a standstill as well. The sun was well into the sky, and he was certain it was almost noon. He looked around, taking note of their surroundings. His initial guess had been right. He was definitely in a small town, somewhere in middle America. The Jeep from one of the few memories of the last few days sat on the curb. Snow from the light flurries already coating the windshield. He turned back to the woman when she let loose an exasperated sigh. "I know this is going to sound strange. And don't think I'm not grateful. But who are you I? And where am I?"

The brunette gave a wicked grin, before dropping a small curtsey. "You may call me Isobel," she purred, eyes sparking bright and cunning. "Welcome, once again, to Smallville Sorcerer Xander."

end.

Latin translations: 're vera' [in truth] ista [your] protraxi [reveal] natura[character etc.]

TTH Fic For All: Xander/Lex

2004-12-15T23:59:49Z

Fandoms: B:TVS/Smallville
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong's to someone else. Lyrics for Frosty also someone elses.

Frosty the Snowman made the children laugh and play. And were they surprised, when before their eyes, he came to life that day.

"Mutant snowmen," said Xander nearly choking on laughter. "No, I'm serious." He was wrapped in a ridiculous velvet throw, perched on the window seat peering out at the snow laden grounds. Underneath his ear was the phone, his best-friend since the sandbox on the other end.

Xander snorted at her next comment. "Umm... no. I let him handle this one. Why? 'Cause the male version of Buffy seems to have taken a distinct disliking to me. And while I don't think he'd let me get killed. I'm certain he wouldn't be in to much of a rush to save me."

Xander leaned forward as Willow's voice babbled into his ear. "It's a long story. Let's just say, Lex has had as much luck in the romance department as I have. Possibly worse." He winced as his lover landed on his behind, and went skidding across half the frozen lake. His eyes widened in disbelief as the air rippled in front of Clark, ending in a particulary persistent snowman actually going up in flames. Willow forgotten on the other end of the phone as his mind rapidly processed the number of death glares he'd literally been on the end of that week. It wasn't a pleasant thought. On the other hand, it did explain how his lover kept surviving the oddity that was Smallville.

At the sharp cry of his name from Willow, he tuned back into the conversation. "Sorry, Wil. Just saw something nearly hellmouth worthy. I'll tell you about it when I get back." Xander stared at the window, trying to figure out if he could open them. One of the snowmen was within reach of his throwing arm. He wondered if Lex's creepy houseman would know, fiddling with the latch.

"Yeah, I met Big Daddy Luthor. It was... see this is when G-man's word of the day calendar would come in handy. He was... Okay, take Synder's odiousness, the Mayor's sleazy charm, and G-man's distinguished good looks. It's a disturbing combination."

Xander grinned in smug triumph as he finally managed to get the double window open, without smashing the most likely very expensive stained glass. Tucking the phone securely under his ear, he draped the throw over a nearby chair, making his way to fireplace. Grasping the tongs, he poked through the logs for a good one to hurl. Finding one roughly brick sized and half solid, but still burning merrily, he pulled it out. "Hold a second," he said, then dropped the phone onto a table.

Scrambling onto the window seat, careful of the ash, he held the tongs in one hand as he leaned back like a major league pitcher before letting loose.

Frosty the Snowman knew the sun was hot that day. So he said, 'Let's run and we'll have fun. Now before I melt away'. So, down to the village with a broomstick in his hand. Running here and there, all around the square saying: 'Catch me if you can'.

Lex looked around warily, when the last snowman collapsed suddenly. He looked to Clark, but the younger man looked just as puzzled. He moved forward cautiously, blinking in surprise at the large chunk of blackened firewood smoldering in the slowly melting creature. Exasperation filled his face as he looked toward the only place it could have come from. He fought not to grin as he spotted Xander in the window, waving wildly.

Clark glanced up as well, a now familiar frown etched on his face. "How'd he do that? And how long has he been watching?"

Lex shrugged. There really was no telling. While he'd assured his lover he could take care of the situation himself, as Xander and Clark couldn't seem to get along, he knew Xander wouldn't be able to help watching his back. He watched as Xander turned away, interesting parts flexing as he leapt down from the window. Suddenly, he was in a hurry to get inside. Not even thoughts of Clark's questionable rescue tactics enough to keep him.

"Well, I'm turning blue here," he said, dusting snow and the odd meter fragment away. He glanced at Clark who was looking at him expectantly. He knew Clark was expecting him to offer him a chance to get cleaned up, and he knew as a good host or friend it's what he would normally do. But not this time. He'd just gotten rid of his father that morning. He wouldn't have to see him until the Luthor Annual Christmas Ball. And Xander was inside, waiting before a warm fire. "And as this week's meteor mutant has made its debut, I can be assured my lover and I will have the rest of the night to ourselves."

Clark's blush fought with his frown. The frown won out. "I guess you guys want to be alone."

A sly smile formed on the lean, pale face. "You know how it is Clark. Or well you will," said Lex, starting toward the house as the snow began to fall. "You'd better hurry home. Wouldn't want to get lost in this."

Clark watched face carefully blank as Lex disappeared into the castle.

For Frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way. But he waved goodbye saying, 'Don't you cry, I'll be back again some day'.

"It's kinda surreal," said Xander, back underneath his cover but this time settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. "I mean it's a castle in the middle of friggin' Kansas. Friends?" Xander paused glancing up as lover entered the room. Water still clung to his skin, and he could see damp spots on the silk robe.

Lex quirked a brow.

'Willow', mouthed Xander watching him as he glided over to the bar. He hid his smile when Lex skipped the scotch and snagged his bottle of Yoohoo. "They're okay. There's something a little off about one."

Lex leaned against the desk, just watching.

"I think her name's Lana," he looked at Lex for confirmation. Lex nodded, surprised that Lana Lang struck him as strange. Xander gave him an I'll-explain-that-later look. Lex moved to settle on the rug beside him, slipping off the robe.

Xander took in the expanse of flesh that looked softer than the silk robe. "Uh, Wil. Something's come up. Talk later?" He missed her answer as Lex leaned back, muscles rippling as he stretched. He mumbled his good-byes, before hanging up and pouncing on his lover.

Lex let himself be toppled over, in exchange for the warm lap-ful of brunette male. "All caught up?" he murmured, half-distracted by Xander's roaming hands.

He nodded. "Yeah. Letting Wils know we ain't the only ones with Uber-weird."

Lex snorted at Xander's blatant abuse of the English language. "Are we ever going to have a normal holiday?"

Xander tried to quirk an eyebrow. Pouting when it didn't work, then grinning as Lex tried to smooth it out. "Who want's normal if it means we miss this?"

Lex didn't answer just kissed his whole hearted assent as the two settled into celebrating the holidays in their own version of normal.

end.

TTH Fic for All: Kendra/Nathaniel

2004-12-15T23:57:55Z

Fandoms: B:TVS/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong's to someone else. Lyrics for Santa, baby(?)

Jason lounged beside the open door. When Nathaniel had asked if someone would escort his girlfriend into the club, he'd eagerly volunteered. He hadn't had a crush like this since before Anita. There was something about this girl. He didn't know what. She was a tiny thing like Anita, though that was all they had in common. Maybe it was her utter disregard for all the alpha posturing. Maybe it was because just the mention of her name was enough to make Anita foam at the mouth. He didn't know why. She'd been nothing but unfailingly polite when Nathaniel had finally introduced her to the pard. She was soft spoken, well-mannered and seemed sweet. If a little stiff.

He guessed it was just Anita's tendency to expect the worst. Though he had to admit her ability to hold a vampire's gaze was a bit troubling. Plus, whatever she'd done to Nathaniel had obliterated Anita's marks. But she hadn't done anything to indicate she was looking to cause problems. Of course, anyone who could walk into the Circus of the Damned after hours with not a trace of fear was someone to keep an eye out for.

Jason straightened from his slouch when the Jamaican beauty appeared across the street. She moved like a shifter as she crossed, and something of the hunt hung about her like a faint perfume. A large grin erupted on his face as she approached him. "Hello, Kendra, my love. Are you ready to run away with me tonight?" he said trying to slip his arm around her waist.

Kendra stared at him for a long moment, then bared her teeth. Jason's grin didn't falter but he did step back. "Is Nataniel no' ready den?"

"He is. He just asked me to show you in. He has a thing or two to do before leaving," he said, stepping back to wave her in. He watched her over his shoulder, knowing she was wary around him. The cat call and the attempt to bed her the first time they'd met might be why.

Kendra strolled past the vampire, not even bothering to acknowledge its presence. Following Jason into Guilty Pleasures, she barely refrained from bursting into giggles. She wished Buffy and Xander could see her. The scoobies would be amazed and proud. After all the work the two had done on trying to transform her into a regular teenager, here she was sneaking into a strip club. Okay, it wasn't sneaking, not if your boyfriend worked there.

She studied the room. Despite the name and what she'd seen of the vampire's taste at the Circus, the place was tastefully decorated. The Christmas decorations were low key, which she'd have sworn the vampire was incapable of. There were only a few strands of white lights, and pretty silver ornaments. Jason slowed to a stop near the stage, gesturing at an empty table right in front. She lifted one elegant brow in question. "Shouldn't I wait for Nataniel elsewhere?"

Jason grinned wickedly. "Oh, no. Right here. He'll be right out." Jason waved a waiter over. She interrupted them before the waiter could follow Jason's orders. "Jus' a Coke, please."

The waiter nodded. Jason gave her another gleeful look before taking off. She watched the young blonde suspiciously. He was very like Xander in many ways, but unlike Xander he didn't know when to stop. She glanced around the room, noting the large crowd. Shaking her head at the stupidity. How anyone could willingly frequent vampire establishments was beyond her. When the music started, she shifted nervously, wondering how much longer Nathaniel would be. The lights dimmed, a spotlight lit up the stage, and her gaze automatically shifted to it.

"Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good boy, Santa Baby. So hurry down the chimney tonight...."

Kendra goggled, eyes wide as she tried not to choke on her drink. It was a near thing. 'Cause she nearly swallowed her tongue. When Nathaniel had begged her to come see him at work, she hadn't expected this. Oh, she knew he worked at a strip club...and oh what would Mr. Zabuto think of that? But she hadn't thought he'd be working. It was Christmas Eve. He'd said he'd gotten the night off. So when Jason had ushered her into the club and settled her at the table, after his usual attempt to flirt and her usual threat to gut him, she'd only thought he'd been running late. Obviously not.

"Think of all the fun I've missed. Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed. Next year I could be oh so good. If you'll check off my Christmas list...."

Kendra fought the urge to cover her eyes, when the shifter slid down the pole and writhed on the stage. She knew he was doing this for her. He was particularly proud of his dancing. His Nim-ra hadn't ever come see him dance. It was a sore point with her boyfriend. When they'd discussed it she'd made sure to show she was open to his interests. And she was, it was just... A rose blush lit the mocha skin, but she watched. She wouldn't disrespect her panther like that. Even though it still gave her a wiggin' as Xander said to be anyone's Mistress.

"Santa, honey, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot. I been an angel all year. Santa, baby and hurry down the chimney tonight...."

Her eyes darted across the room, when she heard the snicker. Jason lay half on, half off the bar nearly choking with laughter. She glared at him, but he only laughed harder. That was okay, she'd fix him. Her attention quickly shifted back to the stage, as she sensed movement. It was all she could do not to crawl under the table, as Nathaniel prowled toward her.

"I really do believe in you, let's see if you believe in me. Forgot to mention one little thing... a collar. I don't mean a pet, Santa, baby. And hurry down the chimney tonight. Hurry down the chimney tonight."

She turned beet red, heat moving through her as the were-leopard finished his dance straddling her lap. Embarrassed or not, when her leopard nuzzled her hand, giving a little lick, she petted him. Whispering nonsense to him, until he purred. She ignored the catcalls, and just enjoyed the feeling of Nathaniel curled in her lap. It was hard to believe that she'd almost lost this before she'd even found it.

~~~&~~~
Two weeks ago....

Kendra was hunting.

Something Xander had taught her back in Sunnydale. He'd been the one to volunteer to patrol with her when they went out. It had made her nervous at first. She wasn't used to boys. But Xander had been different. He was so sweet, and funny she'd been able to relax after they'd been out together a few times. During their patrols, they'd talked. She'd noticed he'd called it patrolling when he was with her or Buffy, but when he was on his own it was hunting. She'd asked him why and he'd explained the differences. They'd actually made a lot of sense; a slayer with enhanced strength could openly search for vampires, with no need for any real stealth. A regular human, if they wanted to come back alive, had to hunt; remain in the shadows, using stealth and tactics. A hunter couldn't afford any prolonged battles of one-on-one, or to draw attention to their activities. A hunter couldn't let his/her identity be known, not if they didn't want to be attacked at home.

When she'd arrived in this strange world, she'd had to change her own routine. The supernatural here were very different from her own reality. Lost in her contemplation of the blonde slayer's life, she hadn't noticed the shift. Which was why the weird didn't register at first. It was a day or so before she noticed the vampires seemed to take longer to dust, and some she'd not staked at all. Which was very unlike her.

Normally it was see a vamp, stake it. Not see a vamp, read its demonic level then either stake it or let it go. It was this unusual reaction to the vampires she kept running into that made her suspicious about the reality around her. She had a feeling she wasn't in her world any longer. Used to research she'd prowled the streets, and hit the libraries to ferret out the particulars of the world she'd arrived in. It was an odd one: legal vampires, animators, and H.F. Realizing that what she was doing would be considered illegal, she'd adopted Xander's methods for her own. Nearly too late, as the local vampire population had reacted in terror and outrage. Not that, that stopped her. Different world or not, she knew her duty. She was the Slayer. This world recognized that even if the people in it didn't. It stirred something in her, something almost alive.

Not that she wasn't working on a way to get home, but while here there was no reason not to help. It was why she was out, despite the snow and damp. Evil didn't take time off. Not even for rotten winter weather.

She didn't have a particular territory. The city was her hunting grounds, and she stalked the rooftops, streets, and alleyways like the hunter she was. She usually made it a point to avoid the Circus of the Damned, not wanting to chance alerting the Master of the City to her presence. Though once or twice a week she'd drift through to keep an eye on things.

Fortunately for her, the vampire--in what was obviously a PR stunt--had volunteered his lair, the Circus of the Damned, to be part of the city's light display. For the entire two weeks before Christmas, and the week after, the Circus would be open to the viewing public. It was the most garish thing she'd ever seen. Costumed shifters, zombie snowmen, and a vampire Santa. Though the crowds seemed to love it. She knew she was a little out of touch with life, but even she knew this was uber freaky.

It was during a sweep of the Circus and the surrounding area, that she heard it. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh carried clearly over the still night air. Turning toward it she sought out her prey.

Nathaniel whimpered in pain, covered in blood, a living wound. He'd been too injured from a night at Narcissus to shift when the humans attacked. Not that it would have helped, he wasn't a fighter. And whoever these people were they'd come prepared. The silver burned like acid, as it tore open his flesh. He knew he was going to die. Anita had no idea where he was. Since she'd tamed the arduer, she'd abandoned him. Or that's what it felt like. To her he was only one of a pard, she barely wanted in the first place. Micah for all his vaunted leadership had been glad to see him loose his place as well. He'd been going out more and more lately. Seeking, searching for something to make him whole. She'd insisted he find a life away from her. She'd never understood, not only did he not want that, he couldn't do that. He needed someone. But if he couldn't have someone, maybe this was for the best.

When the blows slowed, then stopped completely he was too weary to even care. He couldn't find it in himself to care why. Though the sounds of fighting, did make him curious. Could it be someone from the pard? Or maybe some stranger trying to help. He wanted to tell them not to even bother. He had no one. No one would care if he were missing. If there were anyone, he wouldn't be spending the holidays alone.

Kendra stood alone in the pile of bodies, panting slightly. Not from exertion but barely suppressed rage. She'd arrived just after they'd started beating the young were. She'd seen him trying to escape. He hadn't even fought back in defense. It was all she could do not to kill, when she'd leapt into the fight. She snorted in disgust. It hadn't been a fight, it would have been a slaughter. She'd recognized some of the humans, members of Human's First. Her lip curled unconsciously in a sneer. Bigoted fools the lot of them, she thought, turning away.

Dropping down beside the boy, she reached out cautiously. Not wanting to startle the young were. She hissed in rage at the sight of the beautiful face, broken and bruised. She could see he was bleeding out. She would not let him die. Instinct took over, she gently scooped the slender body into her arms. Marveling at the heavy weight of the frail body.

Nathaniel moaned in fear as he felt himself being lifted. He'd thought they were done. He couldn't help struggling in the strong grip. He stilled at the sound of the woman's voice. Her heavily accented assurances soothing.

"It be all righ' now, boy. Hush. No body gon' hurt you. De gone. And if de know what's good fo' dem, de stay gone," Kendra said as he moved fitfully. She clutched him close, starting up a rocking motion.

Nathaniel could here the steadiness in her voice. The determination behind the words. He could smell the faded rage, but greater than that he could smell her concern and warmth. He had to see who this was. Who cared for not only a stranger, but a shifter without thought. He opened his eyes slowly, ignoring the pain.

Kendra heard the whimper and slowed to a halt. She glanced down, and froze as violet eyes met her's. She gasped, feeling something low in her belly melt. Despite the bruises, his eyes were the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. An enthralling swirl of purples with not a hint of blue. Something inside her stirred, and rose up.

Nathaniel stared into eyes so dark they were nearly black. The beast in him, in turns, shuddered in pleasure, and offered its belly. He couldn't look away, though the beta in him recognized the alpha before him. Instead he clung to her, wanting to drown in the darkness just out of reach.

Kendra felt her knees getting weak, even though she felt stronger than she ever had. She dropped onto her bottom, not wanting to take the chance of falling on him. She pulled him closer, unable to let go. She ignored the sounds of sirens drawing near. She had to keep eye contact. He couldn't be allowed to look away. Her hands slid up to grip his head, as she leaned over him.

Nathaniel didn't know what was happening. The girl's dark eyes were changing. He knew she wasn't a shifter but it was almost like that. If forced he'd have said it was her beast swimming to the surface. Except it didn't feel like that. It felt so much better than an alpha's beast rising, it felt like warmth and strength. Protect, and hunt. It was all things good.

Kendra knew something was changing inside her. She'd felt it since coming to this world. Her slayer senses were more attuned than they'd ever been. Strength, abilities, agility everything was hyped. She'd once heard Xander refer to it as slayerness as if it were an entity inside. If that were true, it had been coming alive since she'd come here. But until now it hadn't been fully woke. Now though it woke, and it wanted. For a moment she thought about suppressing it but then remembered her sister slayer and the life she had. Buffy took chances. Sometimes the consequences sucked and sometimes they paid off. This was her chance.

Letting go, she gave herself up to the power inside.

Nathaniel stared in awe as flames of silver and midnight leapt into the woman's pupils. He didn't try to struggle as they grew and escaped from her eyes. Instead waiting almost eagerly, as they transversed the meager space between them. He was being marked. He knew it. How when she wasn't a vampire he didn't understand. Didn't care. He was going to belong to someone. He went limp in her arms as the flames descended, skin prickling at the power.

Kendra blinked, suddenly. Aware again as she automatically clutched the bucking body tighter. She felt more like herself than she'd ever felt before. The night around her exposed to her, its mysteries revealed. She stood gracefully, the weight now negligible. Ignoring the cops yelling, she crouched then leapt upwards. She laughed wildly at the gasps of disbelief, before disappearing into the night. Always aware of the precious burden she carried.

Nathaniel woke slowly, warm and oddly happy. Confused he sat up slowly, aware he was in an unfamiliar bed. He sniffed, purring slightly at the scent from last night. He could smell it in the sheets, and on his skin. It was obvious they'd shared the bed. He knew he should be worried. Maybe even terrified. He'd been marked, and claimed by something. Something he was certain no one had ever seen before. He was pretty sure this woman was who had been wrecking havoc on the vampire community. He just couldn't find it in himself. Last night he had been alone and about to die. Today, he was alive and claimed. The soft, 'hello' startled him and he spun around.

Kendra leaned against the bedroom door, eyes on the young man she'd taken home. Last night she'd brought him back to the abandoned home, she'd been living in for the last two months. She'd cleaned him up, tossing out his ruined clothes. She'd blushed the whole time, hard pressed not to giggle insanely as she washed away the blood. Unfortunately, she'd had to cut his hair. His attackers had butchered it. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this at ease with a stranger, but he wasn't one. Not anymore. He was hers. They had time to learn about each other. She watched him as he sat up, peering around curiously. He looked adorable, auburn curls sticking up wildly. She called out, "Dere are clothes on de dresser for ya. Come out when ya ready."

Nathaniel met his benefactresses eyes for a moment, then dropped his head. Kendra sighed. This was going to be a bit difficult. She knew he was a beta. Heck, maybe not even that. And even though she'd opened herself to the power in her, that didn't mean she wasn't still the same shy girl. A girl who'd only recently begun to interact with other people. But she'd take a cue from Xander and start with food. "Would you like sometin' ta eat?" she asked. Nathaniel nodded glancing up once then down.

It wasn't much, but it was a beginning.

~~~&~~~

Nathaniel bounded up to his Mistress-cum-girlfriend. "Did you like your Christmas dance?"

Kendra fought the urge to squeal like a fangirl, instead letting a pleased smile curve her full mouth. "It was lovely, Nataniel. De dance was very..." she paused, searching for something at once encouraging yet tactful. "Il était pécheur joyeux," she finished, resorting to her native language.

Nathaniel beamed at her. Anytime, Kendra resorted to Cajun or French he knew he'd done well. He tugged on his jacket, moving to her side. She still marveled at how he somehow made himself seem smaller than her when he topped her by a good three inches. It was just his way. She slipped her arm around his waist, and he cuddled up to her as they made to leave.

They were half way to the door when Jason intercepted them. He looked from Nathaniel to Kendra, before speaking. "Will you be coming to the Circus later?"

Nathaniel looked to Kendra. Kendra shook her head, answering for her leopard. "I have spoken wid Miz. Blake. She understands dat dis be our first Christmas togedder. And I wan' to make dat special for Nataniel. He'll be wid me until de New Year. Den we show up for Mr. Uppity Vampire's shin-dig at de Circus."

Jason's eyes went wide at her speech. He would have loved to been there for that conversation. On the other hand, he took in the tiny woman. The only one he knew who'd stood up to Anita of late and had lived. And decided it was better he'd missed it.

Kendra rolled her eyes at Jason, before pulling Nathaniel out the door. This Christmas would certainly be new and different for the both of them.

end.

TTH Fic For All: Xander/ Helena Kyle

2004-12-09T01:04:27Z

Fandoms: B:TVS/Birds of Prey
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong's to someone else.

Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays. ‘Cause no matter how far away you roam, For the holidays, you can’t beat home, sweet home.

They glittered bright and beautiful. Handfuls of gems scattered across green velvet. She was entranced by the sight, especially the bounty beneath the evergreen leaves. She crept slowly through the room, low to the floor on little cat feet. Ten feet. Five feet. Three. Two. On--

"Don't even think about it."

The ebony haired girl, jumped in startled surprise. She hadn't sensed anyone which meant one thing.

"Huh," she said, trying for confused innocence. One dark brow lifted in obvious disbelief.

"Just a little peek, Daddy," she said, pouting up at him. The pile of presents had been calling to her all week. Eyes an otherworldly violet, wide and trembling as the six year old tried to convince her father to give in.

"Humph," muttered her mother as she paused in the doorway of the living room. "If I couldn't get it to work, kiddo, your not going too."

"I don't know," said Xander pouncing on his daughter. She giggled wildly as he swung her up and into the air. "My kitten's got a pretty good pout here."

Selina squirmed in her father's hold, until she was clinging like a little monkey to his neck. "Not a kitten, Daddy. Cat like mama," she said eyes narrowing. "How you catch me, like mama?"

She knew instinctively what her daughter meant. It was one of the things that puzzled both. How he managed with no meta, nor mystical abilities to not only slip up on them unawares but to know when they were near.

"That's one of the many mysterious talent's your father has," said Helena with a wicked grin. Xander returned it over their daughter's shoulder, knowing his wife was remembering how surprised she was the first time he'd caught her unawares.

Helena crept through the penthouse, slipping cat like past the security. Oracle's calm voice whispering instructions in her ear. She was slightly perturbed to be working on Christmas but apparently evil didn't have enough sense to take a break. So here she was on Christmas morning, retrieving a priceless Grimoire. For what she couldn't even begin to understand. It wasn't like magic was real. Only she maybe wasn't quite as certain as she'd been a week ago. Not with Barbara snorting, then mumbling under her breath about being turned into a piglet being convincing. She'd wanted to ask her more about it, but the peeved look in the normally calm face made her hesitant.

She slipped down the wall, balancing easily on the railing above the show room and froze. There was all ready someone on the floor below her. She growled softly, eyes dilating, shifting until they were feline. He was tall, dark-haired and broad-shouldered. Good body. Not that she was looking or anything. After the fiasco that was Det. Reese, she wasn't getting involved with anyone anytime soon. She slunk along the banister, searching for a clearer view. She gave a low purr as she got a full look. He was very yum. Of course, she had only made that resolution about cops. She doubted this young man would have a problem with her dealing in grays.

She sighed as he reached through the glass class, and casually pulled out the book. Of course, he was another meta-human. She shuddered remembering the last one that could pass through solid objects. He been particularly nasty and she'd taken great pleasure in kicking his ass.

Helena eased back, preparing to leap and had to clutch frantically at her perch when the thief turned his one dark eye on her. She froze as he held her gaze, impossible though it was. There was over thirty feet separating them. There was no way he could have heard her. Yet, he was staring right at her. She hissed startled when he gave her a little grin and waved. Seeing no point in maintaining her distant she leapt to the floor below. She could feel his eyes tracking her fall. She spun mid-air, landing in a crouch.

"Lovely," he murmured softly. "Perfect 10."

"The dive or the figure," Helena couldn't help quipping.

"Both," he said.

"Nice, but off topic," said Helena. "You have something that doesn't belong to you."

"This," he said, holding the book aloft. She eyed it and him.

"Don't worry, I won't have it for long," he assured her, before dropping it onto the floor. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of dust. With a few whispered words he tossed it on the book.

Helena leaped back startled as the book burst into green flames, before turning white hot and combusting in a brilliant scarlet flash. Eyes wide she stared in disbelief at the spot. Then back at the man.

He looked as if he wanted to speak, but then cocked his head to the side. Frowning slightly, he sighed. "I really wish I could stay," he began, as he turned to look at an empty spot on his left. "I'd love to learn more about you. But my ride's here."

Helena stared puzzled as she tipped her head. Ears straining, but all she could here was approaching sirens. Suddenly, her skin started to crawl and for the first time she felt the need to let loose a cat-like yowl. The room's vibrations feeling unnatural and strange. She gasped as an inky black hole appeared in the spot the man was watching and a pale hand reached out snagging his. She caught his eye as he took one last lingering glance over his shoulder. "Be seeing you," he said suddenly, whiskey colored eye lit with determination and vanished.

"Huntress!"

Helena snarled yanking at the earpiece as Oracle bellowed in her ear. "What?!"

"I've been trying to reach you for the last ten minutes. Your earpiece just suddenly cut out," explained Oracle. "You've got to clear out. The cops are on their way."

Helena growled but leapt back up the wall, quickly scaling it and leaving the way she'd come in. She paused on the roof's edge, staring back into the skylight. Eyes fixed on the spot the handsome thief had disappeared from. Whoever he was she'd be ready for him next time.

"You know, Barbara, reamed me but good for letting you escape," sniffed Helena as Xander proceeded her out of the room. A firm grip on their child, to keep her from further temptation.

Xander snorted. "Let, yeah." He sat his armful of child on the kitchen counter.

"Well, that's what I tried to tell her," whined Helena, hopping up onto the half counter beside her little girl. "She said if I'd taken the idea of magic more seriously I wouldn't have been caught out like that."

Xander rolled his eyes, before moving to dig inside the refrigerator. "She still can't get past the fact that you can't be prepared for everything. Sometimes even knowledge just isn't enough." He pulled out the trays of hors d'oeuvre, moving to the stove just as the timer dinged. He slipped out two trays, replacing them with the new ones.

"Try telling her that," said Helena, leaning over to snatch up a crab puff. Nearly purring in pleasure at the taste. She snatched two more before her husband could stop her. She blew on one for a bit, then offered it to Selina. The little girl chewed happily on her adult treat. "It didn't help when you showed up outside the Clock Tower. Not after the year we'd had."

"How else was I going to find the lovely pu--" Xander trailed off as he caught sight of his daughter, ears nearly twitching for any adult term she could use until blue in the face. "Huntress," he finished.

"Your lucky, Dinah liked you right off that bat," she laughed. "Or it might have gotten ugly."

"Speaking of our little canary, is she going to make it tonight?" Xander asked, as he pulled several items out of the cupboards.

Helena slid off the counter, plucked Selina up and sat her in a chair at the table. She slid across the expansive kitchen, up behind her husband. She reached around him on both sides, pinning him to the sink. "If she and Dick can escape the horror of Wayne's charity dinner."

Xander let the slight growl the reminder of her father brought pass, instead he turned in her arms, and caught her mouth in a deep kiss. That only ended because of their daughter's ewwing, and the ringing of the doorbell. Helena sighed, and let her husband move to answer the door. She grinned down at her daughter, whose nose was still wrinkled. "You'll be singing a different tune in a few years, kiddo. Especially if you meet a man like your father."

Selina looked doubtful.

Xander growled as he opened the door, calling over his shoulder. "Not if I can help it."

Barbara looked from the growling Xander, to the laughing Helena, then up at her husband. "He does realize she's going to grow up, right?"

Wesley snickered. "I'm sure he does. And that's what has him worried."

"Laugh it up, Britboy. When you and Barb finally have one, we'll see who has the last laugh."

Wesley shrugged hanging his and his wife's coats in the hall closet. "I shan't have that problem as any man who dared lay a hand on my little girl would get a magic bolt somewhere very unpleasant at any improper touching."

It was Barbara's turn to laugh. "Are we the first to arrive?"

Xander nodded. "Willow had some Council stuff to handle--"

"And Faith wouldn't be teleported without her," finished Wesley as he lounged against the table, munching a crab puff.

"Right," said Xander, pouring a bit of sherry into a pot on the stove. "Barb could you?"

The red-head wheeled over to the stove, knowing Helena wasn't allowed near any food preparation. No one wanted food poisoning. Taking a delicate sniff, and moaning in delight. She shot her ex-protege a look. "You certainly lucked out. I was sure you were in trouble when you guys got your own place."

"I know," grinned Helena. "If I had to cook for myself I'd starve. Fortunately, for me my man is as much of a genius in the kitchen as he is..."

Selina leaned forward, nearly tumbling out of her seat. Wesley darted forward swooping his goddaughter up.

"at work," Helena finished primly.

Barbara snorted. "Dawn and Kon-el?"

"Flying over later," Xander said swatting at his wife who smirked at the unintended pun.

"To make this shorter, who's not showing," asked Wesley.

"Dead-boy. Bruce. Illyria." His eyes darted to his wife, then Wesley. "Everyone else is full of the holiday spirit."

Helena snorted but remained silent, instead pulling out the bottle of champagne. Seeing her Xander gathered glasses, then passed them out. He made a quick detour to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of white grape juice. Helena popped the cork loose, pausing to lick the foam that spilled from her fingers. Xander growled and she laughed, then moved to pour the liquor. Xander cracked open the juice and poured some in his daughter's plastic wineglass.

When everyone's glass was filled, Xander held up his. The other's followed suite. "A toast. To family old and new. To another year of not only surviving but winning the battle against evil. To those lost and to those found. Merry Christmas, family."

"Merry Christmas," chimed everyone.

end

TTH Fic For All: Xander/ Diana (Wonder Woman)

2004-12-09T00:59:37Z

Fandoms: BtVS/Wonder Woman
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong's to someone else. White Queen (As it began)--Queen

On such a breathless night as this, upon my brow the lightest kiss. I walked alone. And all around the air did say. My lady soon will stir this way.

He walked the darkening streets alone. Not really having anywhere to go. If he thought about it, it would probably depress him. Spending the holidays on his own. But then again, there wasn't really anyone he wanted to spend it with. Buffy was with the Immortal. Dawn had decided to stay in Italy. Willow and Kennedy.... well that said it all. Giles was immersed in the on-going restructuring of the Council. Andrew...no. Just no. He'd decided it was time for a new start. So, here he was in New York. Coming back to the States had been less coming home, than returning to the familiar.

He'd spent the afternoon making calls. Calls he didn't want to make but would have felt even worse about not making. Giles and Dawn hadn't been at home, and he gotten off with leaving a brief 'Merry Christmas' on their voice mails. The Immortal had answered at Buffy's, he had to fight the urge to make gagging noises. He'd listened to Buffy chatter on for several long minutes about her new beau, until he almost wished she was back with Deadboy. When she finally paused for breath, he wished her a 'Merry Christmas' and hung up. He'd even done the requisite parental call, listening for several unbearable minutes to his mother before he'd been able to escape. After that he'd started feeling the need to get out of the apartment.

Hence, his stroll through the streets of New York. The cold not as bad as he'd expected it to be. He'd been able to get away with only a wool coat, and scarf. He suspected he'd be needing the full ensemble when the snow really began to fall. It hadn't been enough to do more than create piles of slush, and slippery patches of ice up till now.

Even as lost in thought as he was, he noticed the approaching gang. He tensed hand sliding to the stake in his back pocket, then relaxed when he realized they were human. Half a dozen young men, with maybe two as large as him.

They attacked en masse. Something he really wasn't used to but was easily able to adjust his movements to. The first two found themselves unconscious almost before they fight had begun. Despite the slippery ground, and usualness of having to fight on snow packed ground he had the upper hand.

Then the fight was over before it started. Suddenly, his remaining attackers were all moaning in pain. Their leader trussed up in some scary looking cuffs. Disgusted he growled at the woman who'd ended the fight.

Diana stared incredulously at the young man, glaring at her. She'd never had someone be angry at her for saving them. And yet here he was dark eye, glittering with indignation.

"What," he snapped. "Do I have helpless, please save me, stamped on my forehead?"

With a sigh, Diana realized the problem. She got enough of this from Bruce. She'd bruised his poor male ego. She considered apologizing and telling him next time she'd let him be beaten to a paste.

In sorrow known. The White Queen walks and the night grows pale. Stars of lovingness in her hair. Needing - unheard. Pleading - one word. So sad my eyes. She cannot see.

Xander forced himself to calm down. It wasn't fair of him to snap at the beautiful woman. It wasn't her fault that he was in a bad mood. Just like it wasn't her fault, he was alone for Christmas. He'd chosen to cut himself off from the others. He'd been tired of the pitying looks. And honestly, when Buffy'd acquired another a morally ambiguous boyfriend, he'd decided to get out before things went to hell. Meeting the slightly peeved blue eyes, he offered a tentative smile and an apology. "I'm sorry. It's not that I don't appreciate the help, it's just people see the eye patch and..." he trailed off.

Diana blinked once. A male who knew how to apologize, and did. She felt her irritation subside. She could see his point. But she hadn't interfered because of that. She could see he was fit and he'd moved like he had some skill. No, she interfered because she'd recognized one of his attackers. She'd had no idea what the Parasite would want with a human, but she'd been glad he'd been so distracted. She'd been able to knock him out and contain with a minimum of hassle. "Actually, I wasn't even going to stop. Those muggers looked more in need of saving than you did," she explained. "But I spotted Parasite and took the opportunity to catch him unawares."

"Parasite," Xander said slowly, looking puzzled. "I'm assuming that's not of the good. I mean really first of all the implications of the name alone are eww! worthy."

Diana found herself wanting to giggle at the young man's odd speech. He had an funny charm about him, and it intrigued her. "Yes, definitely not good. He can drain the energy from a person. Though he usually goes after people with power."

"Thanks for the save," he murmured. "Name's Xander by the way, and I bet your wondering why he came after me."

"Diana," she said, nodding. She was actually curious. Usually, the Parasite went about some elaborate ruse to corner Superman.

"You got a few hours," asked Xander.

Diana thought about it. Bruce's Christmas Eve gala was in a few hours. Not that she was in much of a hurry to attend. The were usually long and boring. With arrogant business men, or stuck up rich people. By the end of them it was usually a toss up between wanting to slap the next man who hit on her or drowning herself in the punchbowl. She studied the young man. He presented quite a contradiction in terms: young with an air of eternity about him, at once deadly and goofy. He was intriguing, with an almost casual aura of danger. He'd definitely keep any of Bruce's more bothersome guest away. He was a puzzle she found herself wanting to solve. "Actually, I have a dinner I'm supposed to attend."

Xander tried not to look disappointed. He hadn't expected her to want to spend time with him. "I understand," he started.

Diana continued on as if he hadn't spoken. "I could use an entertaining date."

It took a minute for what she'd said to register. Date? "You mean me right?"

Diana laughed, loudly. Oh, this would be fun. "Yes, you. Look, I have to get Parasite back to lock up, how bout I pick you up at 6."

Xander found himself agreeing and giving her his address before he'd had time to think about it.

Diana grinned, before taking off with the Parasite. Tonight was sure to be memorable, she thought, if the way they'd met was any indication of things to come. She couldn't wait to see the League's reaction to her having a date.

Xander stared after her for several long minutes. Slowly, he began walking back to his hotel. One thought reverberating through his head.

Xander Harris, the Zeppo, had a date with Wonder Woman. It was a merry Christmas after all.

I call her name. And 'neath her window have I stayed. I loved the footsteps that she made. When she came, White Queen how my heart did ache. Dry my lips no word would make. So still I wait...

end.

TTH Fic For All: Xander/Sara Pezzini

2004-12-09T00:55:26Z

Fandoms: BtVS/Witchblade
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belong's to someone else. Lyrics--John Denver(?)

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. I'm standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn. The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn. Already I'm so lonesome I could die.

They'd agreed to say their good-byes last night. Neither had wanted to make a scene at the airport. Still, he'd lingered outside her door for several long minutes before shouldering his duffle bag and making his way to the waiting taxi. He couldn't delay any longer. He'd been lucky to get a flight out at all. Holiday travel was always murder but the week before Christmas was almost apocalypse bad. He'd stayed as long as he could but he was needed back home. The short trip had turned into a two-week stay, after he'd run into her--literally on patrol.

~~~&~~~

Unable to sleep, Xander left the hotel. He figured a quick sweep of the park, and the cemetery he'd seen would be enough to calm him. He needed it after the day he'd had. It would give him time to think about the wisdom of abandoning the L.A. gang. As he'd patrolled the grounds, he spotted a woman standing before a grave. Her head was bowed so he couldn't see her face, but he could see her breath on the air. He detoured around her widely, not wanting to disturb her. The feeling of grief palpable.

He moved on, circling the cemetry in just under an hour. He'd only found two fledglings and he staked them quickly. He didn't think New York's cemeteries were as vamp-friendly as Sunnydale's. Especially during this time of the year, the snow was deep and covered the graves like a blanket. Many of them iced over. He was heading back, when he was knocked off-balance. Caught unawares on his blind-side. Fortunately, the ice-laden ground was as hazardous to the vampire as it was to him. Vampire and human went down in a tangle of limbs, he lost his grip on the stake. It went skidding across the ice, lost in the shadows.

Staring up at the vampire grinning down at him, Xander cursed his luck as it lunged for his neck. His eye closed involuntarily.

He doesn't know what it is about him and strong women. He seems destined to find them, no matter where he goes.

It's the husky voice asking if he's all right that alerts him to the fact he's managed to avoid being vamp food once again. He looked up at the raven-haired goddess, hovering over him in concern. Nodding, as he reached for the hand she offered him.

Both gasped as a bolt of pure lightning raced up their clasped hands, winding its way through them.

Sara shuddered as her mind was inundated with visions. Xander's grip tightened as something buzzed inside his head, power and passion burning through him before both wrenched themselves free.

After a silent moment as they composed themselves, Xander straightened. "Buy you a cup of coffee, Pezzini?"

Sara studied the man before her. Bits and pieces of what the Witchblade had shown her surfacing. "Better idea. I've got a case of Guinness at home, Harris. Wha'dja say we crack it open?"

Every last bit of testosterone screamed for him to say, 'Hell yes!' Instead he asked, "Your not planning to use me in a ritual sacrifice are you? 'Cause that's what usually happens when beautiful women want to take me home."

Sara did something she hadn't done in awhile. She cracked up. Xander stared at her, not quite believing she could look even more ravishing. Her grey-blue eyes glittered with humor, and her mouth curved into a work of art. "On the other hand," he said, stepping closer. "What a way to go."

Sara took the offered arm, and turned them in the direction of her loft.

So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Xander sighed, slamming the cab's door as he climbed out into the throng at JFK International Airport. The shuffling bodies, and herd like movements of the crowd reminding him unpleasantly of highschool. It was easier for him to get where he was heading, now. Africa had done him good, working out in the sun, hunting for slayers and just plain taking a break. The sallow, sunken look had left him. He had it on good authority that the eyepatch made him look exceptionally appealing. Though he could tell himself from the many admiring looks he'd begun to recieve on his return to the States. Striding through the crowd he made his way to the ticket counter, pausing to help a giggling blonde load her luggage onto a bag cart. Not quite as oblivious to the 'big-strong-man' flirtation as he seemed. It just fell flat, compared to his lover's one-of-the-guys mentality.

~~~&~~~

Sara lay sprawled out on the mat in the precinct's gym. Sweaty, tired, and pleased. She hadn't had a work out like that in months. Most guys, especially the cops she knew, didn't take well to having a girl kick their assess. Sparring partners were few and far between for her. Xander had been a surprisingly good opponent, though with all he'd told her it was logical. Still, he'd been pretty amiable about her tossing him around the room, once she'd really gotten into. Of course, she'd been pleasantly intrigued when he'd managed to keep pace with her when she had moved from her regular workout into Witchblade mode. He'd flowed seamlessly with her for the first few rounds, before her mystically enhanced skills had gained the upper hand.

She tipped her head to the side, taking in his loose sprawl beside her. The dark mink curls she'd been getting the urge to pet, stuck to his nape wet with sweat. The broad chest she'd been appreciating for the last two days, heaved as he worked to catch his breath. "Thanks for that," she said, sitting up. "Most of the department are too scared of being beat by a girl."

Xander snorted, "If I had that problem, I'd never get a date."

Sara grinned at him, punching him in the arm playfully before taking the hand up he held out. She was careful to use her left. She didn't want a repeat of their first meeting.

"How do you do it," she asked. "Seriously."

Xander shrugged. "I'm surrounded by mystically enhanced warrior women. If I let it embarrass me, I'd be permanently red. Not to say that I'm not a manly man. I'm just a manly man who knows his own limits."

Sara nodded. It was pretty much the impression she'd gotten of him. Especially after they'd gone out hunting, as he called it. He fought well, quick and deadly. But he knew when to let her work. She moved closer, slinging a companionable arm around his waist as they headed for the showers.

Every place I go, I think of you. Every song I sing, I sing for you. When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

Xander slung his bag onto the chair, and slumped into the one beside it. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, and head back to Sara's place. Crawl into bed beside her, and never leave again. But he'd made his decision. He knew he was making the right choice. Leaving Deadboy to handle the on-coming trouble by himself was just something he couldn't do. When he'd gotten back, and heard what the others had decided it hadn't set well with him. As much of a pain in his ass, as Angel was, the broody vampire was still working for Good. Which meant when he needed help he'd get it. Even if it was just a one-eyed carpenter. A one-eyed carpenter who was in love with the wielder of the Witchblade. One Sara Ann Pezzini.

~~~&~~~

Rockefeller Center was crowded, noisy and a tourist trap. A place she normally, would have avoided like the plague. At the moment though, she couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be. After a hesitant start, and several abrupt meetings with the ground Xander had quickly gotten the hang of ice skating.

She sensed him before she saw him, as he slid to a stop in front of her. Both hands filled as he balanced the two cups of Cocoa, trying not to spill the hot drink. He handed one to her, sipping carefully at his overfilled cup. She settled on the railing beside him. They leaned against each other, watching the other skaters in comfortable silence.

Xander looked away from admiring the giant Christmas tree with its miles of lights. He could feel Sara's eyes on him. He lifted a questioning brow.

Sara wondered if she'd finally lost her mind. If she was really going to do, what she'd be wanting to do since she'd met the handsome young man before her. She'd only known him four days, but in that time he'd felt like he fit. Not many things fit her. It was a plus that the Witchblade approved of him, as well.

"Normally, a night like this would end in front of a roaring fireplace," started Sara.

"As well it should," said Xander. "Don't know how you stand the cold."

"I don't have a fireplace," she said leaning in, until she was inches away. "But will a warm bed do?"

Xander didn't answer her. But then the kiss said it all.

Now the time has come to leave you. One more time, oh, let me kiss you. Close your eyes and I'll be on my way. Dream about the days to come. When I won't have to leave alone. About the times that I won't have to say....

Xander scrunched down in the chair, absurdly glad he had gotten the first class ticket. He didn't feel like dealing with any of the happy holiday crowd. He wanted to sit here in the quiet and think about his last night with his lover.

~~~&~~~

Sara carded her fingers through the dark curls, every so often leaning down to kiss whatever part she could reach. Tomorrow he was leaving. He had responsibilities as did she. Reality could only be ignored for so long. When the call came, they'd been abruptly reminded that, while the last two weeks had been wonderful, they'd been living in a vacum.

She remembered how he'd paced the room, phone tucked under one ear, in boxer's emblazoned with candy canes and 'whose-been-a-good-boy' clinging haphazardly to lean hips. She'd tugged on the hem each time he'd passed her.

Xander pushed his head into the caress, nuzzling at the curve of her breast. Temporarily sated, and reluctant to think about anything beyond right now. They moved together like two pieces of a puzzle finally united. They'd spent the evening, and the better part of the afternoon, memorizing each other's body. Talking between kisses, blurting out odd facts in between bouts.

Like how she actually knows how to play the drums, which were once owned by Keith Moon, currently occupying a large part of her loft. That Xander was a pretty decent hand at the acoustic guitar. That they both loved crab rangoon. Neither was a morning person, but both could be persuaded to enjoy a beautiful sun rise. That Christmas for the last few years, hadn't exactly been a joy for either one. A fact they wanted to change.

"What time is your flight?"

"5:30 am," he answered, sliding up to face her. "I want this done."

Sara trailed gun-calloused fingers down his cheek. She glanced up and out the window above her bed. A light snow fell. "I don't suppose you'll be snowed in."

Xander shook his head, ruefully. "Luck like that doesn't happen for people like us."

She sighed, knowing the truth in that. "Do you want me to drop you off?"

"No," he said, gently. "I want to remember us, you... here just like this."

"So we say our good-byes tonight."

"More like until next time," he said, trying for assured. They both knew he might not make it back.

"Then let's give you something to look forward to," she growled, rolling them until she was on top.

Oh, kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

"This is the final boarding call for JFK American Airlines flight 705 with non-stop service to Los Angeles. All confirmed passengers should be on board at this time."

Xander stood, slowly. He'd waited for the first mad rush of passengers, to descend on the plane. He had his ticket, and as long as he was there before the gates closed, the plane wasn't going anywhere without him. Shrugging his bag over his shoulder, he strode up to the gate, ticket in hand. He watched as the attendant took his boarding pass, and checked the details. Half-heartedly he thought he heard someone calling his name. Dismissing it he took back his stub, and stepped forward.

Sara rushed through the insanity that was Terminal 9. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She should be heading into work. She should be hunting down Irons or Nottingham. She should be... with him. Vaulting over a luggage rack that blocked her path, she spotted him making his way to the gate. She called out, hoping he'd hear her. When he kept moving, she put on another burst of speed, dodging bodies like a quarterback. Another yell.

Xander stopped. That had been someone calling his name. He didn't even have time to look around before he was tackled. He stared down in shock at the armful of beautiful brunette, he'd suddenly acquired.

"Wha- How? Wha-" he stuttered.

"I've got this nifty blade," she said, peering up at him. "Figure I might as well put it to good use."

"Really," he gasped, hands tightening around her biceps. As much to steady her, as to make sure she was real.

"Yes," she said, "Why wait til next year to make good Christmas memories. We can start with this one, if we survive."

Xander was speechless. So he did what he always wanted to.

Kissed her.

end.

Fic: It's all Relative

2004-12-09T00:43:00Z

Life...

"A month," bemoaned Phoebe. "It's been a month and we haven't found anything."

Xander paused mid-deconstruction of a vanquishing spell. "Maybe if we just concentrated on freeing Cole..."

"No." She cut him off. "I'm not going to slack off on teaching you. I just need to be paitent. We can do this. I can do this." She frowned at him. "Get back to work."

Xander snapped off a salute. "Yes, ma'am."

Downstairs, Prue settled gingerly on the couch. The Underworld may have been in chaos with the temporary loss of its leader but the baddies still seemed to find time to wreck havoc.

Piper wrapped some ice cubes in the dishtowel she'd found, then returned to the living room. Sitting on the coffe table, she held it to her sister's ankle. "Better?"

Prue moaned in relief.

"Your sure you don't want to call Leo?"

Prue grimaced. "No. It's not serious enough for that. Besides he's suspiciuos enough as it is."

Piper's mouth tightened. "I don't like keeping things from him."

Prue fell back against the couch, head propped against the back. "I know but he's a white-lighter."

"So's Xander." Piper's gaze narrowed. "You don't think he'd tell them if he found out do you? He is my husband."

Prue groaned, trying to tune out the throbbing. "No, Pip. It's just easier this way. If the Elders discovered we were trying to free an Upper level demon and Leo knew.... What do you think they'd do?"

Piper's entire body tensed, remembering the hell they'd put them through just for falling in love. Something like this.... "No telling, Leo."

"No telling, Leo." Prue repeated.

Xander stood at the manor's nadir, dead center of the basement. He knew above him stood Prue, in the exact same position at its zenith in the attic. The power of the Nexus directly beneath his feet. He'd need it, for what he was about to do. He'd gone far beyond what Phoebe had originally purposed. The spell he'd created would do more than create a room. It would give the manor a type of sentience. Which in turn would allow him to mold the entire house to his will when he chose.

Xander took a deep breath, and began to chant.

Home and hearth, kith and kin.

As the words poured out into the air, the magic came alive. It rolled from Xander, seeking out his blood. Searching, it ensared Phoebe first, then Piper at the opposite end of the house. It crept upward until it pulled Prue in.

Wood and stone shift like sand and bone as I will.

The manor twitched. If anyone had been watching outside the entire house would have seemed to waver like a mirage. Inside the very foundations trembled beneath them. The walls breathed; the floor shrugged.

In these halls, within these walls as those who dwell within.

Xander tapped into the power beneath, and let is spill from him into the spell--where it spread like sunshine through the air. Power raced through the walls, the floorboards, the beams, glass and steel. The siblings glowed golden, and the house took on the same glow. Until it was impossible to separate animate from inanimate in the effusive light.

Slowly the light faded, and the Manor seemed to embrace them with its walls before it settled and became still.

Phoebe collapsed onto a stool in the kitchen. Piper slumped to the floor, her back to the front door. Prue bounded down the stairs, as Xander pounded up them. Both siblings fairly glittered with the rush of power.

"Kick ass," muttered Piper too relaxed to even contemplate standing up.

Phoebe staggered into the hallway behind Xander, limbs loose with a satiatied complacence. She felt as if she'd just soaked for an hour in the world's best bath. "Very good, bro. You pass. Flying colors and all. That spell was a masterpiece."

Xander grinned almost bouncing in place. He'd known as he was writing it the spell would be good. He just hadn't known how good. Xander slung an arm around around her, and Prue moved to give Piper a hand up. The after effects of the spell raging through them. The two sisters perked up as the energy flowed from the eldest and the youngest into them as well.

"How bout we put of the nursey," began Phoebe. Piper and Prue turned to her, knowing she had something fun in mind. "And hit the clubs. Celebrate Xander's success." Xander agreed quickly, power courseing through him.

"Anywhere but P3," said Piper. "Too much like work."

"All right then let's change and hit the town," agreed Prue, almost leaping up the stairs.

~~~&~~~
Or something...

They stalked down Main, full of life and confidence, like a pride of big cats.

Walking slightly ahead, looking like a mother lioness with her cubs was a raven-haired beauty. Eyes like melted silver, sparked bright with intelligence. Peaches and cream complexion, glowing with an inner light. Plush rose of a mouth set with a delightfully arrogant smirk. Leashed power. When she spoke men hardened, her voice husky, rough drenched with promise like smoke and soot. Toned curves set off in leather. Red leather mid-riff bustier, and black leather pants spoke of the predator she was.

To her left, not even really a step behind was a mahogany tressed goddess. Her hair fell in loose waves to rounded child-bearing hips. Eyes a dark warm brown, like rain-fresh earth. Petite and earthy all at once. Her aura emitting a serenity that drew others like nectar. When she called out a greeting men smiled instinctively, her voice warm, soft soothing like silk and cashmere. The green silk of her tank top, and the brown suede skirt only emphasized her earth mother qualities.

To her right, a pixie faced vixen with ebony curls. Eyes brown and soft like kitten fur, sultry and seductive. Complexion like fresh cream. Deceptively dainty, with a feral grin. Her very nature fey, and ephemeral. Kitten-ish was one word for her--curious, insaitable, wild. When she spoke up men fell hard, her voice sweet, heavy; a sensual contralto that purred like a cat being stroked. She walked like she owned the world. A red silk mini clung desperately to her lithe figure.

Between the girls, though a step behind--as if protecting their backs strode an adonis. Dark loose curls like mink topped a lean handsome face. Eyes dark as melted chocolate, with whiskey colored centers. He moved like sex and sunshine. Golden tan, big calloused hands spoke of life outdoors and hard labor. He was solid. There. Broad shouldered he towered over the women, 6'1'' to their respective 5'6'', 5'2'', and 5'4''. His very presence cried out its inner strength. When one of the girls spoke he laughed, and heads turned (if they weren't all ready looking), it was like all the best things made sound. When he spoke women and men stood still, voice low and sleek like something dark and fur covered rubbing against skin. Black leather clung to strong thighs, and a plain red T-shirt strecthed dangerously tuant over rock hard abs.

Bouncers waved to them, trying to catch their eye, as they moved like liquid silk through the club district. After several minutes of hunting, a club caught the lioness' eye. She veered toward it, the others automatically falling into step with her.

Syn: four levels of it. And Syn offered exactly what it was. A sprawling, silver granite castle; where the young and elite of San Francisco came to play. The enormus structure housed nearly three distinct clubs under one roof. First level is Escape, where low slung loveseats and overstuffed chairs spilled across the floor, stopping just short of the arches opening onto a heated outdoor deck, and a patio complete with waterfall and fountain. Low key, calm, filled with people who wanted to see and be seen. Deeper inside the dance floor, filled with waitresses-cum-actresses, valets-cum-muscians, and the like. Privately the club staff tagged those clamouring to get into the first level poseurs; more often than not tourists, or those not in the know.

Those in the know, veered right upon entering the club to another set of doors leading to Eden, where more than money was required to get in. Eden sprawled the entire length of the building, three sound proof dance floors with curving mezzanines. Mirrored glass ceilings graced the rooms. The far left housed techno, house, electronica, and the far right played R&B, Hip-hop, and Rap. In the middle was where it all mixed. Especially on Friday nights when the DJs Street and Rain joined forces. This was the place to be, where the night came alive.

Heaven could only be accessed by invitation, the top level of the club reserved for VIP and celebrities. Or those who caught a patron of Heaven's eye. Heaven had one central dance floor, where the music seeped into the dancers bones from speakers discretely secreted around the room. Bracketing the dance floor was a room length bar, where lovely young men and women served the heart's desires. Individual rooms with one-way glass floors cocooned the dance floor muting the sounds of the lower levels.

Leaving only Crimson, it resided in the basement of the authentically built castle. Those who wanted into that level veered left. But neither money, celebrity status, nor who you knew could get you in there. Wrought iron gates lead to a set of stairs that seemed to curve ever downwards, until they reached a single red door. There was no bouncer, no cash window, just the door. Those seeking entrance took their chances sometimes the door opened, but more often than not it was a waste of time, and the patrons trudged back up the stairs.

Derek guarded the entrance to Syn like it was his own little kingdom. He'd worked the door for the last five years, and truth be told enjoyed it. There was always a line outside. Hottest summer, coldest winter; always people lined up to get in. He picked and choose who got in according to his whim. For him it was a little taste of power. Women (and men) flirted outrageously trying to incur his favor, sometimes money (aside from the cover) changed hands. The first level of Syn was his domain, oh there where those who were outside his rule, but the general public bowed to his will. That Friday night, the bouncer never knew what him.

Prue glided up the stairs leading to the club as if her hips were oiled, ignoring the line of club goers. She slid to a stop in front of the huge bouncer, lifting one elegant black brow. Derek stared into the silver eyes, as wet red lips quirked into a sly grin and the woman gave a full body shimmy. The next thing he knew he was waving the group inside with no cover.

The siblings paused in the entrance observing the club goers. The lounge didn't appeal to them, despite the lively group of young people on the dance floor. Not quite enough for them. Xander turned his head slowly, something nipped at his Sunnydale senses. Before he could focus in on it, Prue moved forward following the flow of people to the right. As they neared the mahogany doors, the group could almost feel the faint strains of music that slipped past the entrance. Prue stalked through the crowd, she couldn't do anything else; power crackling in her veins, amping up the predator in her. Eyes alight with an inner fire. The bouncer guarding the stairs to Eden didn't even hesitate, he swung the door open wider as the three women and the man headed his way.

They crowd parted for them like fish before a school of sharks, instinctively giving way.

Darkness descended as they made their way up the stairs, Prue slowed just enough to give them time for their eyes to adjust to the black lights. As if of one mind the siblings made for the central dance floor. Music pulsed through the air, the beat throbbing like the best kind of sex as strobe lights reflected of the young, the beautiful and the rich. Phoebe surveyed the dance floor.

She hadn't been out dancing since everything that had happened. She'd tried once when her sisters had dragged her out, desperate to get her to do something outside the house. It had sucked. She hadn't danced with anyone else but Cole in months, and trying it that night had been unpleasant to say the least. Now she didn't have to worry about unwanted advances. She could just dance, knowing her brother would keep the undesirables away. The urge to get her groove on hit her in a rush of adrenaline.

Prue tipped her head toward one of the bars tucked into the corner of the room. Piper followed her. But Phoebe gave a feral grin, and dragged Xander out onto the floor.

Phoebe shimmed to the pulse of the music as it worked its way into her bones. Feeling freer than she had in awhile. She grinned up at Xander, bright white teeth glimmering in the darkness as they moved to the beat. Xander laughed, and caught her hand. Letting him lead she relaxed as he spun her out onto the floor, then yanked her close. Phoebe twisted until her back was to her brother.

The two moved in sync. Drawing the eyes of those closest to them. Phoebe moved like liquid silk, hips shifting and twisting.

//Do you know I want a spark of your touch, I want to taste you so much. Oh my body's fiending//

Xander prowled around her lithe figure, as if deciding what to start devouring first. Xander turned dark eyes onto the crowd, licked his lips, and let his hands match the lyrics.

//Running through my body, it's too much for me. La la. La la. La la. Running through my veins through my circuitry//

Big hands stroking over taunt abs, down to the rock hard thighs; every woman watching wanted to follow that same path down his body.

When the singer's breathy whispered, 'Shake it. Do it. Gimme what you got. Shake it. Do it. Gimme what ya, gimme what ya, gimme what you got' purred through the air, Phoebe whirled away from him. Lifting her arms above her head, body moving with the music as if one with it. All male eyes near her fastened onto the undulating form. Watching as her hips rocked from side to side. Mesmerized.

Prue lounged against the bar, titling her head toward the barkeep who immediately headed her way. She gave a sly grin, as he hovered waiting for her order. Piper stood off to the side gaze drifting over the dance floor. She smirked at the sight of her brother and sister dancing, and the attention they were drawing. Prue straightened slowly, holding up two fingers. "I want two tequila shots, two Lemon drops." She didn't have to say she wanted the good stuff, as if the bartender would bring her anything else.

Prue shifted to reach for her wallet, when the barkeep waved her off. "Compliments of the gentlemen at the end of the bar." Prue turned her head just enough to see the group of guys at the other end. She grinned, gave a little wave before licking the back of her hand. Absent-mindedly, Piper passed her the salt, which she sprinkled on. With a quick lick she tossed the shot back, then sucked the lime wedge, she held, into her mouth. Piper squirmed into the space beside her sister, picking up the shot glass in front of her. Turning to face the guys, she slowly rimmed the glass, tongue flicking away at the specks of sugar until it was gone then tossed back the shot. With a little hiss she sucked at the lemon wedge gingerly before tossing it onto the counter. The two women were ready to get their drink on.

~~~&~~~
Like it.

It was supposed to be an escape. A chance to get away from the life he now led. Didn't turn out to be much of one. Not when he had to take along clients. At least he wasn't stuck at some lame-ass excuse for a club, Wolfram and Hart had a suite at Syn. He'd never managed to make it in the door before. It was an accepted fact, now that he was a VIP.

All he had to do to make it a good night was keep the clientele happily occupied long enough to get his groove on. The ebony skinned hunter-cum-lawyer lounged negligently on the bar, watching the occupants of the floor below him. It had taken him awhile to get used to the odd sense of vertigo the view caused. Heaven's floors were interspersed with panels of one-way glass; so depending on your position in the room you could get a good view of what was happening down on Eden's dance floors.

More often than not, the former street youth gravitated toward Eden's east end. The familiar bass end of Hip-hop reminding him of his past. Though sometimes he watched its middle ground; finding the sight of the nouveau riche trying to be street mildly amusing. Especially when DJ Street went really ghetto with her mixes. Watching the white kids trying to dance was always good for a laugh.

Tossing back the last of his beer, he stood ready to leave. He'd been there for almost two hours, and had settled his clients happily in a private room almost an hour ago. DJ Street didn't appear to be working tonight, and he wasn't in the mood for the Pop DJ Rain was playing. As he moved to leave there was a commotion on the mezzanine level, and he grinned watching Street dash for the DJ booth. Purple, crimson, and ebony locks waving wildly as she loped toward her goal. Suddenly in the mood to party again he made his way to the elevators. Getting out when they stopped on the mezzanine level, he wanted to holler at Street before hitting the floor. Before he could reach the booth the song playing died. There was silence then a deep booming bass echoed through the club. There was a shift on the dance floor. Gunn paused eyes taking in who knew they couldn't dance, and who thought they could. A smirk lit the rugged face at the sight of the two white kids who hadn't moved from the center of the floor. This should be good for a laugh, he thought. He moved to lean against the railing, watching the two brunettes.

//Pretty lady, gone do that dance. Pretty lady gone do that dance. Sexy mama, gone do that dance. Make it move for me, baby. You like that, daddy? Make it jiggle for me, baby. You like that, daddy? Touch it down to the floor. Pick it up and let's go//

Phoebe let loose a growl as the bass picked up. Head bobbing to the beat. With a feral grin, she started rocking her hips. Swaying them from side to side. Hands moved down to her thighs, as she let her calves take her weight dropping toward the ground. Back arched as she thrust to the music.

Gunn's eyes went wide as he watched the white girl move. He could see the sisters on the floor shoot her begrudging looks of acknowledgment. He watched her pop her hips, like she was born to it. Then the guy with her started moving.

//Show me what you working with. Twerk that thang. Bounce like that. Girl work that thang. Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang//

Xander followed Phoebe's lead, closed his eyes and let go. Submerging himself into the music, letting it move him instead of moving to it. He could feel Phoebe inches from him and he matched his movements to hers. Maintaining a certain distance, but not much. Too familiar with each other to be awkward about where their bodies touched. They twined around each other, almost like one part made two.

//Make your knees touch your elbows and do that there. Bend over, show that tattoo, right there. Now shake it. I like the way you move, Mami. Bend over, pop it up. Show me what you know//

Gunn if pressed would have admitted to a bit of admiration. And that wasn't drool, just sweat. The broad-shouldered man supported the girl's weight as if it were nothing. When he dropped down thigh muscles bulged as he worked his body to the beat, spine curving until his head nearly brushed the floor. Gunn could almost see the surrounding females getting wet. He continued to watch the pair as they danced to several songs. Curiosity finally getting the best of him he made his way down to Eden's dance floor, forgetting about Street.

//Hey, Mama. It's that beat that make you groove, Mama. Get on the floor and move your booty, Mama. So, shake your bum-buma//

Xander ignored the questioning hands, only reacting when Phoebe made a sound of distress. His eyes flew open, head snapping around. He glared at the blond trying to press up against his sister. When the guy didn't take the hint Xander pulled Phoebe behind him, and smiled slowly, baring his teeth. The blond took off like his life depended on it. The dancers soon realized the dark-haired man didn't mind rushing fingers, and roaming hands. But the woman was off limits.

//Hey, Mama. It's that beat that make you groove, Mama. Get on the floor and move your booty, Mama. So, shake your bum-buma//

Not wanting Phoebe to be bothered Xander pulled back from the music some, but his movements were still fluid. He gave a smile to a redhead who was trying to catch his eye. She started forward, then slowed to a halt as the song changed.

//I done came to the club bout fifty-'leven times. Can I play with your panty line? The club owner say I need to calm down//

Xander gave her an encouraging smile but she shook her head. He wasn't left wanting long. A cocoa colored goddess rolled up to the pair. She shot Phoebe a calculating look, and leered at Xander. Phoebe tossed her head back, a throaty purr of a laugh bubbling out of her. She scooted back from Xander allowing the woman to slide between them.

//Let me see you get low. You scared. You scared. Drop that ass to the floor. You scared. You scared. Let me see you get low. Drop that ass to the floor//

Gunn paused as he neared the couple. There were three of them now. And despite the constant movement on the dance floor all eyes were on them. It was an enthralling sight. The sister pinned between the brunettes looked to be having the time of her life. When the chorus played, the two women peeled away from the man, and moved like they'd been dancing together forever. Milk chocolate skin, sliding between skin like white peaches as the two women mimicked the lyrics together.

//Twerk that thang. Shake it fast. Pop that ass to the left and the right. Now, back back back it up. Now, back back back it up. Now stop then wiggle wit'it. Yeah. Stop then wiggle wit'it. Yeah. Stop then wiggle wit'it. Yeah. Wiggle wit'it. Wiggle wit'it//

Gunn couldn't help the groan that surged up, but he did manage to keep it quiet. He moved toward the group, catching the man's eye.

Xander looked up as the feel of a steady gaze registered. He glanced around casually, before spotting the dark-skinned male eyeing him. For a moment he hesitated, he'd never actually danced with a guy before. But if Phoebe could break with the norm, so could he. He tilted his head in acknowledgment

Gunn wondered what the hell he was doing. He'd never felt the urge to hit on a guy. Though there was something about this one. Aside from the fact that he was gorgeous. Figuring a dance couldn't hurt, he tossed caution to the wind and moved forward. By the time the song began to fade out, the four dancers had melded together as if they were one being. Xander pressed chest to back against Gunn, with Phoebe's back to him, pressing chest to chest with Nicey.

//Bend over to the front, touch your toes. Bounce that ass up and down and get low. Bend over to the front touch your toes. Bounce that ass up and down and get low//

They danced through three more songs before Xander felt the call of the bar. He lifted an inquiring brow at Phoebe, tipping his head toward the young black man they'd been dancing with. Phoebe gave a casual nod. The guy didn't make her feel uneasy and with Nicey still there she could handle it. Xander eased himself away from the firm ass, pressed into his groin. When they made eye contact he motioned toward the bar mouthing a question, 'Want anything?' Gunn shook his head. Xander gave him a lazy smile, before making his way to the bar.

Prue was sprawled back against the counter. He gave her a look, and she let a slow, lazy smirk settle on her face. "Itis all good," she said, contentedly. Xander stared into the grey eyes, despite the slightly glazed look he could see the predator still lurked.

"Un-huh," he said, turning to the bar. "What's good?"

"Good tequila. Am liking the Lemon drops," she murmured.

He waved the bartender over. "Two tequila shooters, please."

The barkeep eyed the young man, then turned to the woman beside him. "He with you?"

Prue nodded, "Put his on the bill too." She rolled her eyes, at the question on his face. "Hey, if they're offering. I'm taking."

Xander shrugged, made sense. His gaze ambled around the room as they waited for the drinks. "Where's Piper?"

Prue snorted, then reaching out grabbed his chin. He let her move his head around, then snorted himself at he caught sight of what she'd directed his gaze to. "When'd he get here?" he asked, watching his sister and her husband. The two were twined around each other, almost hidden in the darkest corner of the room. From what he could see he was certain the pair would be orbing out shortly.

Prue's nose wrinkled in thought as she tried to process the question. "Dunno."

Xander smirked, then tossed back the drinks that had arrived sometime during their inattention. He stayed still as Prue slowly pulled herself up. She lifted one imperious hand, and made a come-here gesture at the dark-eyed fellow in her group of admirers. He looked surprised, but leapt to his feet. "Gonna dance."

"Don't hurt him," laughed Xander. Prue rolled her hips, the dark-eyed guy shuddered. "Never mind."

Xander shifted away from the bar, not quite ready to go back onto the floor, prowling the edges of the room. Old instincts kicked in and he began to scout out the place. If this was going to be somewhere he and his sisters were going to cut lose, he needed to be sure it was safe. Sharp eyes surveyed the mezzanine above. He could see the two elevators secreted discretely away, half hidden by decorative columns. He paused, glancing up at the ceiling, noting the mirrored glass and the likelihood that it was a one-way mirror. He nodded approvingly at the architecture. The easy accessible exits, that didn't detract from the decor. The floor layouts, which mimicked the room below and probably the one above. Now curious about the place, Xander made his way out of the central room, heading back the way they'd come. He silently admired the varying layers of building, and soundproofing on the floor. Somehow it muted the sounds of the various DJs mixing yet still allowed easy passage through the three rooms.

On the stairs he paused to let the bouncer stamp his hand, then headed down into the lounge. He could see coming here just to hang, maybe have a couple drinks. If they just wanted to chill, but the party was definitely upstairs. Still, the architectural layout was beautiful. Especially the way it seamlessly flowed into the outdoor deck. Coming back the opposite of the way he left another stairway caught his eye. Instead of up this one lead down. Curiosity peaked, he made his way toward the wrought iron gates. Halfway across the room something began niggling at his senses. He paused worrying at the oddness; it had a hellmouthy vibe. He thought about going to get one of the girls then immediately dismissed the idea. It was probably nothing, he'd just take a quick peek.

The stairs were made of the same material as the gates, which should have let him easily see the bottom. Yet the darkness and shadows persisted as he descended. Cursing his inability to let things slide, he crept warily down. Surprised by the lack of anything scary at the bottom, Xander eyed the single door. He glanced up, and around searching for any sign of a camera or recording device. Seeing none, he moved to the door. Hand reaching out before he realized there was no knob. As if in response to his will the door began to open. Hellmouth trained instincts screamed at him. Without thinking Xander leapt away from the door; it closed. Something was coming. Eyes darting to the stairs; there was no way he'd make it up them without being seen. There was only one choice, he darted into the corner beneath the stairwell as the door seemed to shudder then open again.

He couldn't make himself invisible but he could hide from most human and non-human senses if the shadows he used were deep enough. Hoping they were, he uttered an Aversion spell. He forced himself to absolute stillness as two creatures moved up the stairs past him carrying a bundle. He didn't dare try to see what it was they carried. Not if he didn't want to give himself away. He waited until the reverberations of their footsteps faded above, then eased out from his hiding place and raced up the stairs after them. Certain they were far enough ahead he opened up his senses, easily spotting the blackness of their combined auras. Reminiscent of the undead. Sighing, he went on the hunt, surreptitiously snatching a wooden hair pin from a passing patrons hair, in case it was something as easy as vampires. Xander followed his prey out of club Syn.

Same sh*t...

Gunn slipped away from his dance partners almost unremarked. The white girl, Phoebe, smirked at him as if she knew where his thoughts were. But they weren't. He just wanted to grab a drink. And if he happened to spot the hunk he'd been dancing with, well that wouldn't be his fault. It didn't take him long to figure out Alex was no longer on the second level. With a shrug he headed down the stairs, justifying his choice by noting that the bars were a little crowded. Downstairs would be less so. Gunn made his way down the stairs just in time to see Xander stalking out of the bar. Gunn paused to think about the wisdom of chasing after a guy he'd just met in a club. Gave a what the hell shrug and followed.

~~~&~~~

Xander tracked the creatures silently, wondering what they were aside from non-human. There was something familiar about them. He'd thought at first they were vampires--with the usual black aura of the undead -- but there was something off about them. He hoped whatever it was he could handle it. Nevertheless, it'd be best to confront them before they got to wherever they were going.

"Hey," cried Xander, listing to the side. One of the figures whirled around tensed, then spotted the slightly wobbly man and relaxed subtly. "Hey! The party's back the other way."

Aya glared at the drunken mortal; she could smell the booze from where she stood. "As you can see our friend's done too much partying all ready," she said gesturing at the limp form her companion was currently supporting. Xander stumbled closer.

"Ohhh! What'd she have to drink? I want some."

The male laughed, eyeing Xander. "It was more like what had her to drink."

Xander frowned, moving closer. "Huh? Didn't make sense. Think you had too much to drink," he asserted loudly.

Nick purred as he drew closer. "Not quite enough." Aya turned to reprimand him and it was the last thing she did.

Gunn trailed behind the dark-haired young man, and tensed as he stumbled onto the couple in the alley. He'd hate to have to stake Alex. Drawing closer he took in the couple, realizing more than likely that he'd have to save his dance partner. Or not he thought with a grin as Alex staked the female. Good strategy, especially after clubbing. Have to try it sometime.

Quicker than Xander could follow the male vampire tossed the girl at him. Xander staggered on his feet but stayed upright, he winced at the dull thud the girl's body made as he let her fall to the floor. He braced himself for an attack.

Enraged Nick eyed the young mortal, that had dared to stake his sister, ready to end his miserable life.

"Is this a private party or can anybody join?"

The vampire and the witch tensed at the words. Both wondering if the new arrival was friend or foe.

Xander shifted just enough so his back wasn't to the new guy or the vampire. He started in surprise at the sight of his former dance partner.

Gunn grinned slyly at the handsome brunette. "Looks like you decided to have fun without me, dawg. Can't let that happen," he said, amused. "I like a good staking now and then."

Xander snorted at the obvious innuendo. Brown eyes sparkling with glee. "Since you did prove a worthy partner on the dance floor, I guess I can give you a try on the street."

Gunn rolled his eyes, but flicked the stake out from its sheath on his for arm. "At least I came prepared."

Nick eyed the two men, who were obviously hunters. Experienced ones, especially with the brunette taking out Aya with only a hair ornament. Two on one would not end well for him. He called for his brethren.

Xander mock glared. "Hey, night out. Means no hunting just fun. Then this Lestat wannabe," said Xander, gesturing at the vampire decked out in silk and lace. "Decided to ruin my good time."

"Well, let me just dust his ass and we can get back to your and maybe my good time," said Gunn, quirking one dark brow in question. Xander nodded once, eyes still on the vampire.

"Why isn't he attacking?"

Nick lunged forward as his brethren's voices filled his mind. They were coming.

"You just had to ask. Didn't you?" muttered Gunn, snapping a kick out at the oncoming body. Balance faltering when the vampire seemed to simply vanish from beneath his foot.

Nick spun away from the blow, slipping behind the mortal and delivering a blow to his lower back, that sent the youth hurtling. Pain shot through Gunn like lightning, and he choked down the scream that wanted out. He forced his body into a roll, as he fell.

Xander stared in astonishment as the vampire moved unlike any he'd seen in Sunnydale. "What the hell?" he yelled. "Just 'cause your all big city you gotta be different?"

Nick snarled whirling to face the first hunter. "I'm going to skin you alive then drain your broken husk."

"Not that different," Xander muttered as he launched himself at the vampire. Gunn struggled to his feet, ignoring the agony lacing through his back as he turned to the fight. He could see Alex was struggling to keep the vampire off his throat. Gunn cursed the fact he'd only come with stakes as the vampire sent Alex careening into a wall.

Xander hissed as he hit the wall then bounced forward to his knees. The vampire was stronger than any he'd fought in Sunnydale baring the Uber vamps. And unlike them this one wasn't at all feral. "Charles," called Xander as he forced himself up. Gunn grunted in reply, barely dodging the vampires blows. "You go high. I'll do low."

Gunn didn't bother answering, he just went on the offense. Xander grabbed a trash lid that had come lose during the fight, and lunged for the vampire. Pinned between the two Nick went down. But wasn't down for long.

Xander screamed as fangs pierced his back, whipping the lid around he swung at his attacker. Rolling onto his back to see this new enemy he froze in disbelief. Gunn crouched beside him eyes widening in horror. "What the fuck, yo?"

Xander groaned. "Not fair. Not fair. Only Dracula's supposed to do the bat thing. Not fair."

Gunn stared in shock as hundreds of bats flitted through the alley. Before he could blink a dozen of them landed, shifting into human form. "Fuck!"

Xander didn't answer. Mind racing, he tried to think up a spell as the vampires circled.

"Sunless beasts who dwell in night. Vanquish quickly from my sight." Gunn turned to glare at Xander as if he'd gone nuts.

The lead vampiress laughed softly, as two others helped Nick to his feet. "Silly child, we are immune to your witch magicks."

"Excuse me if I don't take your word for it," he growled. "Incidere flare," he snapped, gesturing at the nearest vampires.

The gathered vampires laughed as another spell failed.

"Ain't that a bitch," he muttered, eyeing the number of vampires. Of course they had to be different from Hellmouth vampires. Life couldn't be simple for one Alexander Harris. The odds were not good.

"It is at that," laughed, Talya. The vampiress glanced around the alley. She pointed to the unconscious girl on the ground. "Take the sacrifice back to the lair."

Gunn moved to protect the girl but was pinned by vampires before he could move. Talya eyed the two males. "Now what should I do with you?"

"Let us go," snarked Xander.

"Oh, I don't think so my pretty witch," she said, smirking. "No. I think my Queen would be quite pleased with an offering as lovely as you."

"What about the other," asked a red-head. "Can we eat him?"

Talya thought for a moment. Taking in the suit, the confident air around the young black hunter. "No. I think we have questions for this young hunter."

Xander made to orb, but was too slow as a blow from behind knocked him unconscious.

Xander moaned, low in his throat as consciousness returned and with it pain. A throaty chuckle brushed against his senses. "So the pretty witch has finally decided to join us."

Xander didn't want to open his eyes. That didn't bode well. Cold hands drifted across his brow, and his eyes shot open as he scrambled up and away. His jaw dropped as he spotted his captor. She was stunning. Skin pale as skim milk, hair red as blood, emerald eyes gleaming in the torch light.

Ivory silk draped twice over a full chest creating a deep bellybutton baring diamond before falling in a sheer curtain between pale toned thighs. Abraided gold circlet lay in the rich red waves.

"Wasn't like I could refuse the invitation," he muttered.

Anais gave a delighted laugh. The boy was absolutely charming. He would be the perfect culmination to tonight's ceremonies. "Aren't you just darling."

Xander's gaze narrowed, as he let his powers seek outwards. She reeked of power. Even more than Dracula. "I don't suppose you want to tell me your evil plans?"

Anais laughed again. She hadn't been this amused in ages. "They are quite simple, love."

"Hell on earth? World domination?"

Anais frowned. What kind of demon did he take her for? She was no fool. "Absolutely not. I have no intention of moving further down the food chain. No. I am aiming for the very top."

Xander's eyes widened. "Your trying for the new Source."

Anais didn't bother stating the obvious. Both head's turned as a minion entered. "My Queen, the sacrifices are ready."

She turned from Xander abruptly. "Let us begin." She glided from the room. "Bring him," she called over her shoulder.

Prue glided to Phoebe's side, and the younger girl disengaged from her partner. The two made their way to a quiet corner. "Going you?"

Phoebe thought about it. She wasn't tired but she wasn't as amped as she had been. "Xander?"

Prue shrugged. "Disappeared."

Phoebe frowned. That wasn't like Xander. If he'd gotten picked up, he would have let them know. He wouldn't just leave.

"The guy?" asked Prue, hesitantly. She didn't think her brother was into guys but then they were all open-minded with the life they led. Still he wouldn't just vanish.

"Check," asked Phoebe. Prue nodded once. As one they made their way out of the club. Phoebe stiffened almost immediately. She could sense the taint of evil.

Prue watched her sister, eyes narrowing at her reaction. "Where?"

Phoebe moved towards the door, Prue followed. She spun slowly letter her empathy search out the familiar. She could sense Xander, another warrior and something foul, decayed. Anger. Rage. Conflict. Fear. She shuddered, eyes snapping open. "Leo," she hissed. "Leo, now. Bring Piper."

Different day.

Mussed and just a little put out the couple orbed into the alley.

Piper bit back a curse at the look of worry on her sisters' faces. "Where's Lexi?"

"That's what we'd like to know," snapped Prue. "I don't suppose the Elders have a lock on him, Leo?"

"It depends Prue," began Leo, hesitantly. "In a general sense they're aware of all white-lighters life force. But Xander's different. Witch and white-lighter. In extreme cases they can determine whether he's vanished from this plane of existence. But pinpointing his life force among the throng-- No. Especially not after the lessons from Phoebe in shielding."

Prue sighed. "I guess that means we'll have to find him the hard way. Back to the manor, Leo."

The three sisters crowded around their white-lighter, vanishing in a glimmer of heavenly lights.

Xander didn't struggle, allowing his captors to drag him into the main cavern where Anais held court. It would have been useless. Not that he was against futile gestures of definace. At the moment his attention was invested elsewhere as the seriousness of the situation began to sink in. Worry edged its way in as he took in the twenty-one or so hostages; separated into groups of seven. Each group guarded by vampires and demons. The scene teased at his mind with its familiarity. It was something he recognized. But he was certain he'd never actually seen it. A ritual. A very, very bad one if the panic he was beginning to feel was anything to go by.

A pleased smile played across Anais face at the scent of fear emanating from the young witch. She could sense he was aware of the significance of the moment.

"I dare say a good little witch like you would know of the Ritual of Balance," she said, gesturing with one hand to her children. The gathered vampires scattered at her command, eager to begin the magic that would allow their queen to ascend.

Xander lifted an eyebrow, trying for non-chalant even as his insides twisted at the thought of what was to come.

Anais smirked. "I know, not very fear inspiring. But then again the end result says it all. The corruption of innocence combined with the slaughter of good and evil together..." Anais shuddered at the thought of all of that power.

His thoughts raced frantically, as he tried to figure a way out of this. Mind working, analyzing and discarding option after option. Orbing wasn't one. He could only take so many when he orbed. Those left would be helpless. Going for help was out. It would make the vampire queen rush to complete the ritual. Or a slaughter if she thought she'd failed. His magic was useless. Somehow the magic of the cavern or the vampires themselves negated his spells. There was only one thing left. But could he do it?

Twenty-one sacrifices plus his fellow hunter. Over a hundred vampires, and various hired demon guards.

Yes.

It was always like this. The red heat. A constant ache. Need. Hunger. He'd learned to fear it. Been taught to fear it. To be ashamed of it. To hid it away. Walled deep inside with all his secrets. Giving into to it... opening himself to it, was like dancing on the edge of a cliff. Caught between the light and the darkness. Pain. Pleasure. Slick, and sweet as a razor's edge. Burning. The letting go like the best orgasm. Wild with the pleasure of finally giving into the power inside. Setting it free to do as it would.

Gunn crouched beside the surviving hostages, as wide-eyed as the naivest of them. Torn between terror and awe at the young man before them. Blazing like a star gone nova.

10 minutes ago

The red-haired vampiress stood before the altar. Her power, pouring through the cavern, holding everyone in her grasp. Eyes a light with an unholy zeal as her plans came to fruition. Anais reveled in the beast surging inside her at what was to come, and the innocents began to fall. Through tricky, coercion, and outright manipulation, she would achieve what none before her had. Destroying the innocence of three fledging witches and turning them to the dark with a blood-letting the likes of which hadn't been seen in ages.

Gunn stared in shock as a diminuntive blond stepped away from the first group of hostages. None of the guards moved to stop her. His hopes of a possible escape died quickly as she turned back to her fellow hostages and sneered at them.

Gwen broke away from the others. She didn't belong here. She wasn't like these freaks. She'd never be like them. And if she had to destroy them to make sure of that so be it.

As the first blood spilled, Anais laughter rippled through the air.

He hadn't wanted to do it. He'd wanted another way out. But there was nothing else. If help was coming it would be too late. It was all ready too late. A witch had been lost to the dark.

He would not... could not allow another to be lost.

Gunn's instincts screamed at him to fight. But there was nothing for him to battle. Chained with the last set of hostages he could only watch as events played out. The blonde girl, if she was a girl, had raised her hands... and the dying began. Blood tears coursed down the captives faces, demon and human alike. Soon it flowed from every opening, until it began to seep from the flesh itself, as they literally bled to death. Gunn turned away from the slaughter, only to turn back when the screams rose again.

He stared uncomprehending for a moment as flames lept into existence around them. The strangled scream of rage from the vampire queen gave him a direction to turn in. He turned and could only see Alex. He blinked. Alex was glowing. And not a Cordy level glow but white hot like the sun's core.

Afraid. Always afraid. Because the letting go, hurt so good. Lost in it. The eternity of rapture. Timelessness of climax. Endlessness of afterglow. It craved. An unending thirst to consume and so he let it... Burn.

Flames haloed the brunette man, shimmering and gleaming. A circle of ash spiraled out from him, as he turned eyes gold with flames toward the altar.

Anais howled in rage as her death approached. The little witch burned like the sun she'd lost so long ago. Around him, her children burst into flames as he walked, the those closest simply dissolved into ash. As he moved, trails of fire danced in the air and spun away from him in rings as if pulsing with his very breath. The demons she'd recruited cringed from him, falling back. Some turned and ran. It did them no good. Spinning globes of fire, shot from the young man's body, and chased them down as if sentient.

Gunn watched in disbelief as the young man stalked across the cavern, and the demons fell before him. Power and fury made flesh.

Phoebe dangled the crystal over the map. Frustrated at her inability to locate her brother. "Why is this not working?"

Piper looked up from the Book of Shadows. "Because vampires apparently are immune to witchy powers. At least those not on the Hellmouth."

Prue groaned. "Don't tell me there are different types of vampires."

"Okay, I won't. Leo," said Piper.

"There are different types of vampires," explained Leo. "They were originally banished from the underworld by the Source for trying to sell him out to his enemies. They became scattered and evolved over time. The ones on the Hellmouth are revenants; weak against magic, brutal almost mindless. Their demons tend to control them. The types of vampire can vary, though I remember Cole saying that the vampires in this part of the world belonged to a nest run by a queen vampire. Providing a sort of family sanctuary a refugee from being the pariahs of the underworld."

"So, Lexie is facing a type of vampire he's never dealt with before? We have to--"

Phoebe's howl drowned out Prue. Her empathy suddenly on fire. Sweeping through her body, an inferno. Her knees buckled, and Leo barely caught her. She lay limp in her brother-in-laws arms. Sweat beading on her flesh.

"Phoebe," cried both sisters, rushing to the pair.

The brunette lifted glazed eyes to her sisters, nearly lost in the fervor of her brother's power.

"Prue you have to help him," she moaned. "It's consumed him." She struggled to stand, clutching tightly at Leo's arm as she forced herself to her feet.

Prue's eyes widened in understanding. "Damn," she muttered, turning to gather items from around the room.

"You've got him," asked Leo. Phoebe nodded, half aware and half focused on the empathic link to her sibling.

Piper's gaze darted between the two. "What? What?"

"Lexie's power."

Piper rolled her eyes. "Yeah, he's a pyrokinesis. So?"

Prue sighed as she finished gathering what she'd need. "Not just a pyrokinesis. But that's neither here nor there. The problem is he's afraid of his active power. He would never tell me why but I could guess. Whatever his father," she practically spat out the word,"did to him made him fear his power. It didn't help that we'd only ever seen Upper level demon's with elemental fire. And when his charge went all dark, she used fire. Not to mention Phoebe. He associates it with evil. So, he's never really used it. I can count on one hand the times he's willingly accessed it. If he's given in enough that Phoebe can feel it, he's lost control."

Piper cringed. This was not good. If her brother had hurt any innocents in his fever, even accidentally, he wouldn't take it well. "Well, what are we waiting for," she barked.

They crowded against Leo again and vanished.

The altar had become a pyre. The room a sea of flames, at it's center a dark haired witch. The ardor coursing through his veins, drowning in the ecstasy of power. Every second passing taking him higher as his soul soared. The air coruscated around him in unimaginable shades of frenzy. Blazing golds, fiery reds, and flames of indigo danced like wildfire.

The survivors of the young witch's first strike huddled at the back of the cavern. Gunn stood facing Alex, praying the younger man would snap out of whatever trance he was in. It was the yelp of surprise that alerted him to the new arrivals.

The shimmer of Leo's orb was lost in the conflagration; hidden in the sheets of fire that weaved through the room.

"Oh, god," whispered Piper, staring at her brother. She hadn't understood before. Now... It was like her brother had become the fire.

Prue stepped forward using her telekinesis to force back the flames. Phoebe began a spell, cooling the scorching air. Piper hurried to the hostages. Gunn stirred finally, moving to confront her. "What are you?"

She cut him off. "I'm here to help. We've got to get them out of here. Explanations later." Gunn cast a look back in Alex's direction. The young man was hovering in the air, wings of flame enveloping him, his flesh incandescent. Eyes aglow with calenture.

Facing him a raven-haired goddess, her arms raised to either side as she forced the waves of fire back.

"Later."

Leo began orbing the victims out as Phoebe and Piper administered what aid they could.

"Is this it," asked Piper as Leo gathered the remaining survivors and left. Leaving only Piper, Phoebe and Gunn behind.

Gunn nodded. "Once he," he paused, tossing a cautious look at Alex, "started. It was... inescapable. Every last demon in the place died. But by then he'd...." The hunter gestured helplessly toward Alex and Prue.

"Is he going to be okay," asked Gunn as Leo returned.

"Yeah," said Piper. "Prue'll take care of him. Let's go."

Leo nodded and orbed them out.

~~~&~~~

Sensing that they were now alone Prue let go. Her power rising from her like an earthquake. Unstoppable and immense. Battering at her brother's power. Older, more experienced and in control she slowly gained ground. By sheer force of will bending the flames back. Unafraid she advanced on her brother until she stood before him, wielding her abilities with absolute finesse until she too hovered above the ground. Eye level with her baby.

Ignoring the heat she reached for him, placing reddening palms against his face. Forcing him to meet her gaze. She tightened her telekinesis around her like a shield, moving to embrace him. She spoke softly, calmly babbling about everything and nothing. How long this went on she had no idea. But what seemed a lifetime later Xander collapsed into her arms, the flames snuffed out as if they'd never existed.

Calling Leo, Prue eyed the blackened remnants of the cave. She'd start his lessons as soon as he awoke.

::wip::

Journaling

2004-10-23T18:26:53Z

I think I've finally gotten the hang of customizing journals. And I just love the background image I've made with the Jasc Paint shop. I so have to buy this my next paycheck.