Lil' Boy big power

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Title: Socks
Fandom: BTVS/Anita Blake/Harry Potter
Summary: Willow does a spell on Xander that doesn’t go as planned. Now Xander is somewhere else and way younger then he was the last time he checked in the mirror. Spike/Xander going to be child friend thing later though.
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 F/M fanfiction. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing. So if you can’t handle that go someplace else! I like slash, but do not worry if I write something spicy I give warning.

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Walking down the stairs Richard sighed as he was met by Shang-Da and Jamil. They looked worried. “We should call the police Richard.” Said Shang-Da softly. Richard shook his head. He knew he should call the police but for some reason everything in him was saying no.


“No. The child is different. For a moment I thought he felt like a shifter. You know what happens to shifters in safe homes . . . He feels like pack, I c-can’t do that to him.” Said Richard as he looked up the stairs to where the little boy was. Walking into the kitchen with Shang-Da and Jamil following him Richard ignored them as he started making chicken soup.


“We should check with shifters in the area. Maybe their missing a cub.” Shang-Da said with a little doubt in his deep voice. The possibility of someone losing a cub and not ripping the city apart to find him . . . No pack that he knew of would just abandon a pup without reason.


“Richard I know you and Anita don’t see eye to eye at the moment but maybe she can help . . . She is good at her job if nothing else.” Said Jamil as he pulled out a can of frozen apple juice from the freezer. The other two were’s looked at him with raised brows.


“What?! I bet Jr. up there is thirsty.” Deciding to go with the flow Shang-Da pulled out a tray for them to put the kids food on. “Tell Dr. Lillian to come up to my room when she gets here. I’ll be up stairs with the kid.” With that said Richard went back up to his room with the food.
Richard smiled as he came into his room.

Little Xander had two of Richard’s clean socks on his little hands going all the way up to his elbows, he was playing puppets. Xander gave Richard a big smile as he came in. “Richard look! This is Mr. Fuzzy and Miss Butter!” He said as he showed Richard first his left hand then his right.


“ Mr. Fuzzy wants to marry Miss Butter . . . But that’s of the bad.” Said Xander as he climbed into Richards lap. Once Xander was comfortable Richard set the tray down on their laps.


“Why is that?”


Xander gave Richard a ‘Duh’ look. “Cause! Mr. Fuzzy is gonna leave Miss Butter on the udder.”

Richard frowned. “The udder? Like a cow udder, Xander? The thing you get milk from?”


“No! The thing that the angry boring man stands on. The one at gods house. I don’t like going to gods house, that man in black is always mad, like my daddy.”


“An altar, Xander?”


Xander looked at Richard with a frown. “Dat’s what I said!”

Xander left the socks on his hands as he picked up the spoon and started to eat. “This is good!” He said like it was the first time he had chicken soup.

“Why would Mr. Fuzzy leave Miss Butter at the altar?” Said Richard trying to get the little kid to talk more. Even if it was about something as stupid as the lives of sock people.

“Oh he scared. Miss Butter wants babies, a white fence, and org-orgasms.” Said Xander with a shrug as he slurped a noodle from his spoon.

Richard stuttered. How did such a little boy know the word orgasm, anyway?! “How old are you Xan?”

Giving Richard a blinding smile Xander held up his little
hand. “I’m dis many!”


“Three.”


“Yep! And I’m gonna be four in April!” He said as he bounced on Richard’s lap.

“Really, we’ll have to celebrate it then.”

Xander looked up at Richard with big eyes. “Really? Like a birthday party?”


“Of course!”


“I never ‘ad a birthday party before. Mommy and daddy says they waste enough money on me.” The little boy muttered as he ate another spoonful of soup. “They only like spending money on yucky bottles of lick-her stuff. It makes them act funny and smell. And be stupid . . . ” Said Xander in a whisper at the end.

Richard didn’t like what he was hearing. It sounded like the boys parents were drunks. Petting the small boy’s wavy hair he watched him eat and drink the juice.

A few minutes later Dr. Lillian entered the room. Her grey-ish hair was held back into a bun, she had a black bag in her hands. “Hello Richard. Is this the patient.”

“Yes. His name is Xander.”

She gave the small boy a smile as she pulled up a chair near the bed. Putting a stethoscope to his chest she told him to breath deep. She checked his eyes with a flash light, checked his reflexes with a rubber hammer, then looked into his ears. “I need to draw some blood. Is that ok Xander?”

The little boy frowned. “Owwies?” He asked as he huddled into Richard’s arms.

“Well it will hurt a little Sweetie. I’ll give you a lolly and a doggie band-aid when I’m done.” She smiled as Xander nodded warily. He watched her like a hawk as she swabbed his arm, then tensed as she pulled the needle out. He didn’t move or cry like Lillian expected, but it seamed he didn’t breath till she was done either. Putting the tube of blood into her bag she smiled.

“What you going ta do with t'at?” He asked as he pointed at the blood. Dr. Lillian smiled.

“I’m going to test the blood and see what it has in it. When I’m done with my tests I can tell you if your blood is different.” She was about to putting a band-aid with a big blue dog on it when she noticed there was no wound. The skin was perfectly smooth. Moving his hair around she noticed his bruising fading, it seamed like it was just washing way.


“From what I can tell he’s a healthy little boy. You’re a very healthy young man!” She said as she gave Xander a sugar-free purple lollipop. The little boy squealed and stuck it in his mouth. “Richard can I talk to you?” She said as she gathered her stuff. He nodded and fallowed her out.


Closing the door, Dr. Lillian looked at Richard with worry in her eyes. “Richard where did you find this boy? He has bruising all over his tiny body, and he’s also a bit under nourished. I believe he’s been abused.” Richard frowned, his gold/brown eyes darkening with rage.


“I found him downtown, in the darker night club district. He was sleeping in a box, in an ally across the street from Guilty Pleasures.”

Dr. Lillian sighed. “Well he is healthy. But get him to eat more, he could use a few more pounds. I’m going to test his blood. I want you to come in tomorrow. I want to do a few more tests. He has power. I could smell it on him when I walked in. He's healing before my very eyes. I’m going to test for were genes. If he is a were he is far too young to be showing his beast. Whatever he is, were or something else, he’s powerful. Take care of him.” With that said Dr. Lillian left.

Going back in Richard found Xander once more playing puppets with the socks. Richard smiled *Note to self buy Xander some toys. *

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Review. I didn’t read through my story till the next day . . . He did sound too young so I need advice.