Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover Angel the Series
Warnings: Violence, Slash, Rating R, Spangel, Eventual Spander, Souled!Vamp!Xander, Hive’Verse!, Crossovers, Supernatural, Gunn/Sam, Ghost!Wesley/Illyria, Post Series, Ensemble Cast, Angst, Hurt/Comfort,
SUMMARY: Xander's life changes forever when he tries to help a deranged Slayer...
To read Chapter 1, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/10764.h
To read Chapter 2, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/11426.h
To read Chapter 3, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/11695.h
To read Chapter 4, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/12097.h
To read Chapter 5, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/12826.h
To read Chapter 6, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/13435.h
To read Chapter 7, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/13968.h
To read Chapter 8, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/14954.h
To read Chapter 9, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/15237.h
To read Chapter 10, click here: http://fangstress.livejournal.com/15478.h
Angel fished around in his jeans pocket and brought out a large key ring. "The demon army retreated, and the angel-- Castiel, healed Gunn. He'd brought Sam and Dean, two Hunters-- with him. From the future. They, in turn had brought every Hunter from the present they could find. Never even knew they existed. And unfortunately, for them, Sam and Dean are stuck here, for the duration—at least until Castiel comes back. They’re effectively marooned here—in what for them is the past. But I’m happy to have the extra muscle."
“What about Spike?” Xander asked. “When can I see him? I know—I know I’m not ready yet—I know he’s not well--but--” He felt so frustrated. “Maybe I could help?” He asked. There was so much he needed to tell Spike, so much that he needed to understand, that Spike could help him with. Not to mention that kiss. So long ago, and now it seemed that it was all Xander could think about. Had it meant what he thought it did? And now—with him being a Vampire—it just seemed like there was so much that Spike could tell him, teach him. And he thought—that maybe, just maybe, Spike needed him. But until Xander could control himself---
From up here on the roof of the Hyperion, LA looked like a jumble of black building blocks studded with tiny glowing fires, partially obscured by the blue haze of exhaust and smog, demonically back-lit by halogen lights.
No stars were really visible here in LA, and that was one of the things Xander missed most about Africa. The African skies had seemed black and limitless, an endless carpet of stars and comets and dying planets.
He stepped down from the edge of the roof to sit tailor style on the tarmac.
Xander's fingers itched for the fourteenth time that evening, reaching of their own accord to dig in his pocket for his lost cell phone. Yeah, he knew it probably wasn't a good time to call up Willow and Buffy and Giles and Dawn and go, "Hey guys, guess what? I'm a Vampire!"
But Angel had taken his phone, knowing that contacting his friends, regardless of the weirdness between them and himself, was going to be too much of a temptation for Xander. Xander hadn't even had the will to lie to Angel about it. As if that would have worked. Xander snorted in disgust. There seemed to be something to that theory that Giles has had about Vampires being able to feel the influence of their sires.
He saw in his mind's eye-- Spike with a tire iron, beating the hell out of Angelus. All that hatred hadn't come out of nowhere. Angelus had been a real bastard, and Xander shuddered to think about how things could have been different.
What if Xander ever lost his own soul? Would Angel stake him? Xander pressed a hand to his chest, as if his heart were pounding. As if he couldn't' get his breath.
Something scraped the tarmac nearby-- behind him. A delicious scent washed over him, human. Food. No, not food. Xander shook his head, then went still and quiet. Voices. One was familiar.
Gunn, the tall black man Xander remembered from the warehouse, stood across the roof from where Xander sat in the shadows. He was speaking quietly with someone, baritone voice, soft--young sounding.
Xander uncoiled himself and moved deeper into the shadows, extending all his senses to listen.
Staying hidden in the deep shadows, Xander slowly crept up, until he could see them. Gunn faced another man, tall, taller than Angel. Good looking, too. But something about him screamed "danger" to Xander. Never mind that he was bleeding. Xander clenched his teeth, held the demon in. Not the time.
Time for another mental slap upside the head. Why was he skulking around like this? He had every right to be here, this was his home now. Xander rolled to his feet more gracefully that he'd ever have been able to do in life, and called out to the two men. "Hello?" Even to his own ears, he thought he sounded pathetic, instead of friendly.
Gunn whirled round, looking for the voice in the shadows. He relaxed fractionally when Xander stepped tentatively into the light. "Hey man." He said, friendly enough; but under his calm manner, he was all coiled energy and strength. Xander struggled to stay loose; noticing a vibe—a feel, hovering in the air... he'd interrupted something.
The other man stepped forward. And yes, he was bleeding-- a long, ragged cut on his left arm. He didn't seem bothered by it, and instead shook long, shaggy hair from his eyes, regarding Xander as if assessing a possible threat.
"Uh, hi guys." Xander said quietly. "I was just hanging out up here and heard you." He kept his hands at his sides, broadcasting "no harm". He walked forward slowly, stopping just out of reach. "Erm. I'm Xander." He quirked a small grin at Gunn. “But I guess you already knew that."
"Yeah. How you doing?" Gunn asked, not taking his eyes off Xander.
"Better." Xander shrugged. "Well, better than dead. Uhm. Dead-dead, that is."
The other man's arm was dripping blood all over the rooftop. He had a bloody machete in the hand that wasn't bleeding, and looked like he could take Xander's head off, without thinking about it. Xander forced himself to stay steady, and kept his tone non-threatening. "Nasty cut. You guys need some help? First aid supplies, maybe?"
"Xander, this is Sam Winchester," Gunn said, lifting a first aid kit up for Xander to see. "Sam, meet Xander Harris-- our newest souled Vamp."
"Uh, hi." Sam said, still not seeming entirely comfortable.
" You get yourself under control, yet?" Gunn asked, conversationally, as he took out bandages and tape from the kit.
Xander took a breath. "I just wanted to say thank you. "
"Ain't no thang," Gunn drawled, as Sam extended his wounded arm to him. Sam hissed in pain as Gunn began cleaning the wound with antiseptic.
The aroma was intoxicating, and Xander found himself struggling not to let his demon emerge. Good practice. And then he jerked as he felt something very sharp come up to rest over his throat. He'd not heard anything, smelled anything-- what--how?
A gruff voice behind him made him bristle, but he didn't dare move. There was a goddamned machete at his throat. "I know you're supposed to be a souled vamp like Angel and Spike, but you've been raising a serious ruckus over the last week. Smell of Sam's blood lure you up here? "
"Dean, man, let him go." Gunn said, with a trace of humor. “I talked to Angel about this. Xander's more or less "safe". He's calmed down quite a bit."
The blade bit into Xander's neck, and he struggled to remain still.
"Dean!" Sam bellowed.
Dean chuckled darkly, and shoved Xander hard enough to make him stumble, barely catching himself from falling over onto Gunn and his patient.
"Hey! What is with you?" Xander complained, turning to stare indignantly at Dean-- who indeed was holding a large, very sharp machete. He was young, tough, and looked like he would very cheerfully behead anyone for whatever reason. Xander backed away holding his hands up.
And Xander had thought that one of the perks of being a Vamp was that he wouldn't have to be anyone's butt monkey ever again. Figured.
Dean smiled impishly. " Chill, dude. Just messin' with ya." He reached into the leather coat he wore and pulled out a silver flask. He unscrewed it and took a big drink of something so potent it made Xander's nose wrinkle. Then Dean capped it, tossing the flask at Sam, who snatched it out of the air one-handed, never disturbing Gunn attentions on his task.
Gunn paused in his work to uncap the flask Sam held. Sam took a few healthy slugs from it, wincing at the burn.
He held the flask out to Xander. Xander walked over slowly and took it from Sam's outstretched hand, and took a good gulp, then screwed up his face in dismay. His nose hadn't lied. "Well that puts the rot in rotgut," he coughed. “But, ah, thanks."
"We're cool?" Dean snagged the flask from Xander. The man smelled of death and danger.
"Yeah. Sorry if I ah... surprised anyone..." Xander said, rubbing his throat, not sure what had hurt more, the blade or the booze. He suspected it was the booze.
"Xander, meet Dean. Sam's brother." Gunn finished patching up Sam's arm. "There you go. I don't think it's falling off anytime soon."
" Thanks." Sam replied. He gave Gunn a shy grin, and Xander would have sworn Gunn got...bashful.
Xander's mouth dropped open. He snapped it shut before anybody could notice and tried for nonchalant. Gunn and Sam. Well, he'd been warned.
Dean cleared his throat. "Not to ruin a romantic moment, bro, but we've got to get back out there. Got a lead on that artifact."
Sam gave Dean a crestfallen look. "I thought we'd get at least a night. You know, to rest." He looked away, obviously uncomfortable. He looked at Gunn.
"Hey Dean, maybe you guys should take a break. Sam lost a good amount of blood." Gunn said, coolly.
Dean looked frustrated, then comically put-upon; and heaving a huge sigh, he slung the machete to rest over his shoulder like a kid with a baseball bat. "Right. Rest." He said, disgustedly. He glanced at Xander. "Good to finally meet you. Heard you were a good soldier back in the day."
"Still intend to be." Xander muttered, as the man walked away towards the rooftop doors.
"And Sammy! No accelerated healing demon juice, you hear me?" Dean called, and then the doors slammed behind him, leaving the little group in silence.
Sam's head was down, and Gunn gently squeezed his shoulder. When Sam's head came up, he looked stricken.
It seemed like a good time for Xander to take his leave.
" Catch you around," he said as he moved toward the exit.
He was pretty sure Sam and Gunn didn't hear him, however, as his last glance at them showed them locked together in a kiss.
He descended from the roof to run into Angel, who seemed to be waiting for him in the lobby.
It was comforting in a way. Angel had no doubt been keeping an ear out all along. Nice to know that if he'd been beheaded, Angel would have known right away.
Angel gave Xander an odd look-- concern? Sympathy? He touched Xander lightly on the shoulder. "Xander." he said, quietly.
Xander met his eyes, warily.
"Come on. Let's go see Spike," Angel said with a hint of sadness. "It's time."