Warrior of Truth
Title: Warrior of Truth
Author: Knife Hand
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Spoilers: Fifth series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and up to the Ninth Book of the Wheel of Time Series
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Wheel of Time. I would buy them but I am broke. I do own the ‘new Scoobies’, so ask if you want to use them.
Summary: Xander is missing after the battle with Glory and returns several years later a changed man. Crossover with Wheel of Time. (Buffy series of events)
AN: Contains spoilers for Wheel of Time series; however knowledge of the series is not needed as important details will be included. Series 6 events are ignored. This is the Buffy series of events, for the Wheel of Time series of events, read Asha’man Harris
AN2: Apologies about the break formatting, FF.net did it, not me.
~Battle against Glory at her tower, 2001~
Xander watched as Spike climbed the tower, trying to reach Dawn, feeling helpless. When Spike was half way up the tower Xander came to a decision. He rose from behind the forklift that the Scoobies were using as cover and ran up the tower, he had to help, even if it did not matter, he had to try. As he neared the top, his heart sank when he saw Spike fall, thrown off by Doc.
As he climbed he grabbed a pipe, figuring any weapon was better than none. Without stopping at the top, Xander advanced on Doc, who had already cut Dawn, with her blood dripping to open the portal. Before Doc could turn, Xander savagely hit him over the head with the pipe, causing him to fall. Xander quickly untied Dawn’s ropes and moved her away from the edge, while she struggled to get free of his grasp.
“Let me go, Xander. I have to jump.” Dawn told him. “It needs the blood.”
Xander saw Buffy running up the stairs of the tower and knew that she would jump for Dawn, and he was just as committed but for a second he did not think he could saver one of them, and then he remembered Adam. Before Dawn was made human, Xander, Giles, Willow and Buffy combined their essences, their souls, to defeat the techno-human-demon hybrid. Xander just hoped that the combining gave him enough connection to Dawn to pull off his plan.
“Dawn, can you deliver a message for me?” Xander said, continuing without waiting for her nod. “Tell everyone I love them, except Spike. Tell Anya that I’m sorry but she was right. Tell Willow that she’s my best friend and I’m glad she got Tara back. Tell Giles that the idea I had about Adam helped again. Tell Buffy that I wish her happiness, will miss her and that it’s my turn. As for you, if you were eighteen I would have dated you in a second. I’ll miss you, Dawnie.”
While he was telling Dawn these things, the portal was widening and Buffy was getting closer to the top of the tower, and he knew that she would stop him. Xander ran for the portal a second before Buffy reached the platform and a second before Dawn realised what his words really meant. The sun cleared the horizon directly in front of Xander as he ran down the platform and he absently thought, ‘Fitting’ before he left the edge.
“Xander!” the two Summers’ girls called out together as he jumped.
Xander’s diver was like the swimmer he had pretended to be once in highschool, without the elegance that Buffy would have used. As he went through the energy field of the portal, Xander felt something shift and for a split second knew he had succeeded, that Buffy would not have to follow him.
Buffy ran hard, climbing the tower. She saw Xander pull Dawn away and was relieved, until she saw the portal open. Pushing harder to reach the top, she saw Xander talking to Dawn and had a bad feeling. As she reached the top, Xander ran for the edge and beyond Buffy’s ability to stop him.
“Xander!” she called out reflectively as he jumped, not hearing Dawn call the same thing.
She saw his body enter the portal energy and a few seconds later the portal closed, leaving nothing behind of Xander, the bravest member of the Scoobies. As the portal closed Buffy felt crushed, almost as if she had died.
‘He’s gone! Xander’s gone’ her mind screamed.
In that instant Buffy had an epiphany. She loved Xander; she always had but had never acted on it because she did not want to lose him. Now he was gone and it gutted her. Buffy broke down and cried, crying harder when Dawn told her what he had said. After a while the Summers sister, leaning on each other, slowly made their way down the tower stairs. Buffy had always though that Xander was the useless member of the group, now she knew better.
The Scoobies had changed forever, changed from their original dynamics. Giles and Willow had always formed the brain, the knowledge and magic of the group. Buffy had always been the backbone and the muscles, the strength and stamina of the group. The extra members like Oz, Tara, Riley, Cordelia, Angel, Anya and Faith had filled in other roles or helped the core members with their function. Xander however, had taken upon himself the hardest role, never complaining or receiving any assistance.
Xander had been the Heart and Soul of the group, lifting sprits and reminding the Scoobies what they really were fighting for, ordinary people like him. Now that was gone. When Buffy and Dawn reached the bottom of the tower the surviving members of the Scooby Gang looked at them and Buffy began crying again. Anya broke down, sobbing violently. Willow collapsed into Tara’s arms, unconscious from the shock.
Tara stared into the distance in disbelief and Giles face was openly showing remorse and guilt at his failure to protect one he saw as his own son. Even Spike looked shocked and sad, though it was shock that Xander had the courage to do what he did. Even though there was no body, they all believed that Xander was, if not actually, as good as dead.
One week later, with the bright sun shining down, the Scoobies, except Spike, stood by Xander’s grave, an artifice located under the braches of an old oak tree in Restview Cemetery, during the day, on of the prettiest spots in Sunnydale, due to the relative newness of the cemetery. His tombstone, plain marble, read:
Alexander LeVelle Harris
Dedicated Friend and Partner
An Anchor In The Storm, A Light In The Dark.
He Will Be Remembered.
~Streets of Sunnydale, 2011~
Buffy was patrolling, making her way over to the Restview Cemetery just after dusk, as she did every evening. Stopping by the huge oak tree, she knelt down and cleared a few leaves from the marble tombstone. Like every night, she read the last two lines and tears appeared at the edge of her eyes.
“I always did, I always remembered.” She whispered.
Events of the last ten years swept over her. Her Staking Spike a few weeks after the fight with Glory because he had insulted Xander. Anya leaving Sunnydale, claming it reminded her too much of Xander, she now ran a successful business in New York with her husband. Buffy, Willow and Dawn had all grown much closer after the fight, they still celebrated his birthday.
Dawn had graduated highschool without trouble and was currently studying medicine at UCLA; she still kept in contact and came home for holidays, and Xander’s birthday. Giles had returned to England about a year after the fight and was now a member of the High Council; he had instigated reforms within the Watchers Council which included the abolishment of the Slayer Rite of Passage. He still kept in contact with the old Scoobies.
Just before Giles had left, Willow and Tara had gotten married. Willow, still Buffy’s best friend, now taught Sociology at Sunnydale University, having gotten a doctorate in Human Behaviour. Tara ran the Magic Box, which was still used for Scooby meetings, though the meetings had changed some. Buffy had officially retired as the Slayer about two years after the fight, having adverted a few more apocalypses.
She had retired because Faith had died and therefore another Slayer had been called. Faith had died during a prison riot, saving a dozen guards from a hundred angry prisoners. That new Slayer had not come to Sunnydale. An active Slayer had arrived about two years previously and Willow had been assigned as her Watcher, having gotten training from Giles before he left and through correspondence since.
The new Slayer, Justine, was currently a senior in the rebuilt Sunnydale high, and like Buffy, had a small group of friends who knew and helped her. Buffy herself had taken Xander’s disappearance hard. She had never dated again, she even shunned Angel, her heart belonged to the man who should be in the grave before her. After graduating from university, Buffy had joined the Sunnydale Police and she was currently a detective. She used her police contacts and such to help the new Scoobies.
“Oh, Xand. I miss you so much, I should have recognised my feelings earlier.” She whispered to the artifice as tears ran down her cheeks.
“Yes, you should have. Now you are going to die.” A voice came from behind her.
Buffy spun to face the vampire who had spoken and found that he was not alone. There were a dozen vampires standing around her, most with grins on their faces.
“Dam, this is why I retired.” Buffy muttered as she pulled out a Stake.
She began to defend herself, knowing she probably would not survive.
‘Looks like I’m going to finally join you, Xand.’ She thought as she dusted the first vamp and began fighting the second.
Suddenly a vertical slash of light appeared and seemed to turn into a door shape, slicing through and dusting two vamps. A tall man dress completely in black stepped through, drew a Katana style sword, with herons engraved on the blade, and began fighting the vampires.
Buffy could tell this man was a very good swordsman, decapitating three vampires in as many seconds. Buffy had staked the second vampire she was fighting and turned to see three vampire running at the black coated man explode, without anything visible touching them. The last two vampires tried to run but the man launched fireballs at them and they were incinerated. Buffy finally got a good look at the man after he sheathed his sword; she also noted the herons on the scabbard and handle of the sword.
The man was dressed in unrelieved black except at the collar of his buttoned up coat. On one side of his collar there was a small silver pin, shaped like a sword while a pin shaped like a dragon in gold and red graced the other side. His brown hair was held out of his hazel eyes by a braded leather headband. His expression was one of a seasoned warrior who had seen many battles; his eyes looked much older than his thirty odd years.
“Hello, Buffy.” The man said, almost emotionlessly and with a slight, odd accent.
It was the voice that triggered her memory into recognising the man. Her eyes dashed to the grave and then back to his face.
“Xander!?!” she exclaimed.