Wishing just makes trouble
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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19,359
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33
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Burn
Title: Burn
Summary: Xander makes a wish and now he's a soldier. A soldier in a different world. What's he to do?
Archive: Slash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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Chapter 15
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Jolting awake Reaper gasped as he went from fully asleep to completely awake. Standing he frowned, all his hurts were gone, and he felt . . . good. Looking around Reaper stood in front of the mirror. His face was bloody . . . yet it wasn’t cut. Wiping the blood from his cheek, Reaper stared at the perfectly healed skin.
“Sam?”
“Destroyer?” No answer.
“Duke?”
Grabbing his weapon Reaper put in a new clip and cocked his gun. He tipped his head to the side and scanned the room. Both doors were open, things were scattered about, blood was on the floor. Walking into the hall Reaper kicked at the dead infected woman. Her neck was snapped cleanly.
“Xander . . .Where the hell are you?” With swiftness that he didn’t have before Reaper stalked through the hall. As infected men and women came at him Reaper shot them with flawless aim.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Bang!
Five down in seconds. Running down a hall Reaper met each enemy with a confidences and strength he had not had before. Each punch was more vicious. Each kick left the opponent reeling in pain. At this very moment Reaper could say he never felt more alive. More real.
Each flip was made smoothly, running . . . He didn’t feel winded at all. Each enemy perished under the power of his hits and each of the wounds he received were healing instantly. He was healing so rapidly the only reason he knew he was hurt at all was the flash of pain that left as fast as it came.
His stamina . . . strength in body . . . speed of his mind . . . almost felt godly! The power that he shouldn’t have made him almost dizzy . . . and a little wary. Entering the mess hall Reaper walked into the center of the room only to stop and take a breath. A breath of stale recycled air.
What the hell was going on?
His thoughts didn’t have time to get deep, pinkish colored and ugly creatures can do that to you. Stop your thought mid epiphany that is. After using the power saw for some creative and artful cuts, in Reaper’s opinion made the creature less ugly, he shot it. Killing the thing John made his way toward the next door a predator like sway to his stride.
As the doors opened Reaper searched the room and blinked at the carnage. One wall by the elevator was melted, and another on the north wall. Both walls were quickly liquefying thanks to the blues fires licking at every surface it could reach. Sarge’s gun could do a lot of damage. And on the other side of the room a hall was completely destroyed. Obviously someone had popped off a small grenade. The entire room looked like a war zone, with scorch marks and blood scattered about.
Spotting a snarling half-changed human creeping toward a quivering body that was near one of the dissolving walls, Reaper shot it. The thing twitched then turned to face Reaper. It snarled and ran at him like many of its kind have already. A few shots to the face and then it was over. The thing didn’t even take more then two steps before it was dead.
Rotating his shoulders, Reaper was about to exit the room when his name was called by a very familiar voice. “Reap-er . . . J-John . . .Hey m-man don’t l-leave me with-out s-saying hello .”
Turning to face the voice Reaper let out a distressed sound as his eyes locked with pained earthy brown. Half of Xander’s body was burned, and very slowly his flesh was being eaten, skin was blackened. Without a second thought he rushed to Xander and pulled out any medical supplies he had. Pouring water and disinfectant onto the burns Reaper ignored any and all of Xander protests as he started bandaging the boy.
“Reaper! S-stop! You’re just w-wasting time. It won’t h-help me any . . .You need to s-stop Sarge! H-he’s going to-” Xander coughed mid-sentence, then glared as he swallowed the pills and water Reaper forced down his throat. Reaper smiled at the small spark of fire he could see in Xander’s dazed eyes. Running out of bandages on his person Reaper started digging in Xander’s pockets.
“SARGE IS GOING T-TO K-KILL THEM ALL, REAPER!!” Xander yelled out as he panted for breath, his little out burst draining him of what little strength he had left. Reaper stopped digging in Xander’s pockets and looked the bleeding man in the eyes.
“What?”
Xander gave Reaper a tired look, his unfocused eyes looking through the man rather then seeing him. Feeling for once out of depth Reaper looked again in the youths pockets only to find a possible solution for the situation.
C24.
“Xan? Where’d you get this?” Reaper asked as he pulled it out of Pup’s side pocket. He didn’t really care, he just wanted Xander to stay awake, to keep talking. A silent Pup was not something Reaper was use to.
Xander looked at it with a confused frown. “Playing catch . . . Up and d-down. F-forgot . . .forgot.”
Looking from vile to the badly burned young man, Reaper didn’t give Pup a chance to protest. He wasn’t going to let him go! Xander was dying, his body laid bonelessly on the cold floor, he was muttering and not even looking at him anymore. He wasn’t making any sense and any light in him was snuffing its self out. “Have to . . .holey neck . . .bloody . . . seen it! In ‘is neck . . .spots. Wanted out?”
Pulling out a needle Reaper filled it with the drug. Injecting it into Xander’s arm Reaper watched for any sort of change. Xander shuddered, those shudders turning into a full-blown seizure as his body thrashed. Taking a gasping breath of air Pup clawed at his throat, then made a choked sound that sounded like Reaper’s named. Giving a few more rough gasps Xander stopped breathing, his body stiff eyes wide open and empty.
“Pup? Xander? Xander?!!” Touching the younger man’s cheek Reaper swallowed a lump in his throat. Xander was cold. Pulling his hand away Reaper stood up and let out a breath, he ignored the fact that his hands were shaking too hard to hold the gun properly.
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Reaper held onto the hope that Xander would wake like he did. Hopefully the injection won’t have monstrous effects. Reaper really wanted to stay and wait for Xander to wake up, be there just in case. ‘Xander’s not evil! I doubt he has anything even close to evil in him!’
Reaper really wanted to turn around and guard Xander, he didn’t like leaving him so vulnerable . . . but Reaper was a soldier. His team needed him. He was supposed to protect the civilians. His sister needed him, needed his help.
Hearing the sound on gun fire Reaper speed off down the hall. Turning the next corner Reaper finds himself face to face with someone familiar.
“Reaper!”
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Review.
Summary: Xander makes a wish and now he's a soldier. A soldier in a different world. What's he to do?
Archive: Slash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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Chapter 15
************
Jolting awake Reaper gasped as he went from fully asleep to completely awake. Standing he frowned, all his hurts were gone, and he felt . . . good. Looking around Reaper stood in front of the mirror. His face was bloody . . . yet it wasn’t cut. Wiping the blood from his cheek, Reaper stared at the perfectly healed skin.
“Sam?”
“Destroyer?” No answer.
“Duke?”
Grabbing his weapon Reaper put in a new clip and cocked his gun. He tipped his head to the side and scanned the room. Both doors were open, things were scattered about, blood was on the floor. Walking into the hall Reaper kicked at the dead infected woman. Her neck was snapped cleanly.
“Xander . . .Where the hell are you?” With swiftness that he didn’t have before Reaper stalked through the hall. As infected men and women came at him Reaper shot them with flawless aim.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Bang!
Five down in seconds. Running down a hall Reaper met each enemy with a confidences and strength he had not had before. Each punch was more vicious. Each kick left the opponent reeling in pain. At this very moment Reaper could say he never felt more alive. More real.
Each flip was made smoothly, running . . . He didn’t feel winded at all. Each enemy perished under the power of his hits and each of the wounds he received were healing instantly. He was healing so rapidly the only reason he knew he was hurt at all was the flash of pain that left as fast as it came.
His stamina . . . strength in body . . . speed of his mind . . . almost felt godly! The power that he shouldn’t have made him almost dizzy . . . and a little wary. Entering the mess hall Reaper walked into the center of the room only to stop and take a breath. A breath of stale recycled air.
What the hell was going on?
His thoughts didn’t have time to get deep, pinkish colored and ugly creatures can do that to you. Stop your thought mid epiphany that is. After using the power saw for some creative and artful cuts, in Reaper’s opinion made the creature less ugly, he shot it. Killing the thing John made his way toward the next door a predator like sway to his stride.
As the doors opened Reaper searched the room and blinked at the carnage. One wall by the elevator was melted, and another on the north wall. Both walls were quickly liquefying thanks to the blues fires licking at every surface it could reach. Sarge’s gun could do a lot of damage. And on the other side of the room a hall was completely destroyed. Obviously someone had popped off a small grenade. The entire room looked like a war zone, with scorch marks and blood scattered about.
Spotting a snarling half-changed human creeping toward a quivering body that was near one of the dissolving walls, Reaper shot it. The thing twitched then turned to face Reaper. It snarled and ran at him like many of its kind have already. A few shots to the face and then it was over. The thing didn’t even take more then two steps before it was dead.
Rotating his shoulders, Reaper was about to exit the room when his name was called by a very familiar voice. “Reap-er . . . J-John . . .Hey m-man don’t l-leave me with-out s-saying hello .”
Turning to face the voice Reaper let out a distressed sound as his eyes locked with pained earthy brown. Half of Xander’s body was burned, and very slowly his flesh was being eaten, skin was blackened. Without a second thought he rushed to Xander and pulled out any medical supplies he had. Pouring water and disinfectant onto the burns Reaper ignored any and all of Xander protests as he started bandaging the boy.
“Reaper! S-stop! You’re just w-wasting time. It won’t h-help me any . . .You need to s-stop Sarge! H-he’s going to-” Xander coughed mid-sentence, then glared as he swallowed the pills and water Reaper forced down his throat. Reaper smiled at the small spark of fire he could see in Xander’s dazed eyes. Running out of bandages on his person Reaper started digging in Xander’s pockets.
“SARGE IS GOING T-TO K-KILL THEM ALL, REAPER!!” Xander yelled out as he panted for breath, his little out burst draining him of what little strength he had left. Reaper stopped digging in Xander’s pockets and looked the bleeding man in the eyes.
“What?”
Xander gave Reaper a tired look, his unfocused eyes looking through the man rather then seeing him. Feeling for once out of depth Reaper looked again in the youths pockets only to find a possible solution for the situation.
C24.
“Xan? Where’d you get this?” Reaper asked as he pulled it out of Pup’s side pocket. He didn’t really care, he just wanted Xander to stay awake, to keep talking. A silent Pup was not something Reaper was use to.
Xander looked at it with a confused frown. “Playing catch . . . Up and d-down. F-forgot . . .forgot.”
Looking from vile to the badly burned young man, Reaper didn’t give Pup a chance to protest. He wasn’t going to let him go! Xander was dying, his body laid bonelessly on the cold floor, he was muttering and not even looking at him anymore. He wasn’t making any sense and any light in him was snuffing its self out. “Have to . . .holey neck . . .bloody . . . seen it! In ‘is neck . . .spots. Wanted out?”
Pulling out a needle Reaper filled it with the drug. Injecting it into Xander’s arm Reaper watched for any sort of change. Xander shuddered, those shudders turning into a full-blown seizure as his body thrashed. Taking a gasping breath of air Pup clawed at his throat, then made a choked sound that sounded like Reaper’s named. Giving a few more rough gasps Xander stopped breathing, his body stiff eyes wide open and empty.
“Pup? Xander? Xander?!!” Touching the younger man’s cheek Reaper swallowed a lump in his throat. Xander was cold. Pulling his hand away Reaper stood up and let out a breath, he ignored the fact that his hands were shaking too hard to hold the gun properly.
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Reaper held onto the hope that Xander would wake like he did. Hopefully the injection won’t have monstrous effects. Reaper really wanted to stay and wait for Xander to wake up, be there just in case. ‘Xander’s not evil! I doubt he has anything even close to evil in him!’
Reaper really wanted to turn around and guard Xander, he didn’t like leaving him so vulnerable . . . but Reaper was a soldier. His team needed him. He was supposed to protect the civilians. His sister needed him, needed his help.
Hearing the sound on gun fire Reaper speed off down the hall. Turning the next corner Reaper finds himself face to face with someone familiar.
“Reaper!”
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