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Why are they picking on me!?!
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Chapter 9
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: Why are they picking on me!?!
Author: Merkat
Fandom: BTVS/Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings.
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Xander walked along the wall and was making progress when Reaper appeared once again in-front of him. Xander gave the man a bloody smile. “Hey Reaps! Mac’s dead. We should go get his body.” He said in a sigh of breath as Reaper put Xander’s arm over his shoulder.
“I’ll get it later.” Said Reaper as he got them back to the team. “Did you kill the thing?” Said Xander trying to distract himself from his pounding head. “No.” Said Reaper with a shake of his head. Xander groaned and watched as blood dripped down his fingers to the floor.
“We need to get Pup to the infirmary.” Said Reaper as he looked at Xander’s injuries. His stitches were popped and he had three claw marks that ripped down his back. It looked deep.
“Negative. Reaper you and Kid search the halls. Pup will have to wait here with Destroyer and Portman till I can’t return with heavier artillery. Destroyer, Portman, guard the door. Everyone get going!” Reaper and the others didn’t look to happy about that but did what they were told. As Portman grudgingly locked the door Destroyer helped Xander sit down on the floor.
“Sit tight Pup. Will get you all fixed up in a bit.” Patting Pup on his unhurt shoulder Destroyer stood up and began his guard duty.
Xander closed his eyes and took deep breaths. His back hurt, his head felt like he had tiny men with jack-hammers building a road inside, and each of his cuts stung! If Xander could stand, he would pace and whine, but he would most likely get dizzy and fall on his face if he tried. He felt like the monsters were picking on him. Xander shook that thought away. Mac was dead. So was Goat. And Xander an experienced demon hunter was no use to either of them! He was injured and would most likely endanger his friends that will try to protect him.
Groaning as a wave of nausea passed over him, Xander opened his eyes as he was nudged on the shoulder. Destroyer was holding a flask out to him. Taking it with a grateful glance Xander took a big gulp of the lukewarm water.
Xander heard shuffling and looked at the source. Portman was not the bravest man. In-fact he was the least trustworthy under pressure, which was a fact everyone learned early on. He panicked a lot and the moto ‘Look to thine own ass’ became the only thing he thought of. So Xander wasn’t surprised at all when Portman spoke. “I gotta take a dump.” He stated as he grinned at Destroyer.
With an unhappy pained expression on his face Destroyer answered him. “What? Now?” He said in a low voice.
Portman gave both soldiers his ‘shit eating’ grin. “ Not unless you want me shitting in my pants right here.”
Xander wrinkled his nose. Mars sucked enough without Portman’s waste, he already smelled like old shit no need to refresh it. “Go Portman. I can do your job better blind AND injured.” Struggling to his feet Xander shouldered his weapon. Destroyer was frowning like he ate something sour but nodded for Portman to go. Portman didn’t waste any time and left down one of the dark halls.
“You can sit back down Pup. I can guard the door. It’s a one man job anyway.”
Xander gave Destroyer a dirty little look. “ With those beasties out there it should be a ten-man job! Besides if there is trouble it would be best if I was on my feet.”
Destroyer nodded and with that said they were silent. A moment later the sound of clinking metal drew their attention. Still dazed and barely able to stay on his feet Xander guarded the door while Destroyer checked out the noise. He watched the bigger mans form blend in with the darkness as he entered the room with the electric cage. Groaning Xander leaned against the locked door they were guarding and took a shallow breath of recycled air.
His head snapped up when he heard Destroyer yell out. The sound of Sarge calling out to them over the radio was ignored as he walked with the help of the wall, whatever was going on Destroyer was fighting for his life. Hefting his weapon Xander limped toward the noise. A roar sounded, echoing from the hall to his ears. It made something in Xander howl back in fear and a twisted motherly rage. Xander knew the thing fighting Destroyer. The word pack kept whispering in Xander’s ear. It was almost as loud as the fighting he was rushing blindly into.
Electric charges flashed in the hall and Destroyer’s weapon lay on the floor next to some bent wall pipes. Xander gasped as he finally reached the cage. A large beast was pined to the electric wall with black piping and a bleeding Destroyer was starting to climb the chains in the center of the cage. Aiming his weapon at the monster thrashing about Xander started shooting. He cursed as his weapon didn’t make much effect. It just made the thing mad.
As the seven or so foot tall beast used its strength and pounded the thick pipe like it was made of cardboard, Xander tried to think of some way to kill the thing. The most powerful weapon he had was his ST Grenades. Those would definitely leave marks. That would piss Sarge off too. Pulling out a stronger round Xander aimed for the heart, he was about to shoot when the black piping flu straight at him. Ducking Xander cursed as it zoomed over his head and clipped his arm. Shooting off rounds into the dark of the circular inclosure, Xander reached out for Destroyer. “ Come on man! Keep climbing!!”
Shouldering his weapon Xander reached out for Destroyer with both hands. He nearly sighed as the big man grasped his hands. Feet sliding froward a bit Xander winced as all Destroyers weight slammed into the electric wall. Xander could feel as one at a time stitches popped out of his back. Cursing the powers, the world, and smart stupid people that played with fate, Xander helped pull the big man up. “Your going on a diet, man!! Your only going to eat those damn oranges you love to throw around!!”
Sighing as the man got a leg up Xander released him and grabbed a ST grenade from out of his pockets. Pulling the cap, he was about to toss it into the pit when the big man-shaped monster jumped out of the cage opposite to them. With eyes wide Xander threw it at the beast and ducked with Destroyer in the hall. Light flashed then an ear deafening bang. Beams of metal and concrete fell around them as they huddled in the hall. Xander wondered faintly if he went overboard with the using of the grenade thing. ‘I’m not doing that good a job protecting the facility.’ Thought Xander sheepishly as dust started clearing up. A wall crumbled and fell as he struggled to stand. Destroyer stood to his face bloody and swollen, he was holding his arm to his body. He was covered in blood and dust, both men limped like old people.
“This is just B-E-A-Utiful.” Said Xander as climbed around rubble so he could get out of the trashed room. He didn’t see any demony monster parts scattered about. He wouldn’t be surprised if it got away. Xander was just going into the hall when Sarge barreled into the room and nearly bowled Xander over. “What in the HELL is going on here! Who popped an ST?”
Xander raised his hand like a little child. “Should have known.” Sighed Sarge. Xander could see it. The tick in Sarge’s eyebrow, his jaw working, and the sound of his teeth grinding . . . Sarge was going to lecturer Xander. The man had just opened his mouth when another scream rang out. The sound came from the bathroom. Portman.
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As he ran Sarge cursed the green horn running behind him and Destroyer. As they ran down another hall, they ran into Reaper and the Kid. They entered the bathroom to find Portman screaming hanging by his head from the ceiling by a big blue/grey hand. Kid and Reaper started firing while Sarge set up his Big Fucking Gun.
Everyone’s eyes widened as blue fire shit blasted out of the horridly large gun. Xander raised a brow as the shot melted a good corner of the bathroom and left a bleeding Portman crispy. Xander stood by as The Kid checked Portman over. “He’s dead.”
Sarge stood tall and glared at the men he had left. “Bag and tag um. Were going back to the infirmary.” He growled.
Xander frowned and remembered Mac’s body still in the cavern. “Sir can I go get Mac’s body? It’s still within the dig.” Xander said as he stood tall and tried not to look injured.
“No.”
Xander’s shoulders slumped.
“Reaper and I will go get him. You go to the infirmary with The Kid and Destroyer.” That perked Xander up some. As long as someone was going to get the body.
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Kid had the body bag over his shoulder, he was struggling a bit but didn’t say a word about it. Destroyer was helping him But he must have broken his arm or sprained it badly because he wasn’t using it at all. Xander was walking . . . ok limping in-front of them his gun aimed ahead. If they were attacked right now, they would be kinda . . . sorta . . . most likely screwed sideways. Xander couldn’t really run, Destroyer couldn’t lift his weapon one handed, and The Kid couldn’t really fight with a body on his back. When they reached the locked infirmary door, Xander let out a sigh of relief. He entered last.
Xander looked around the infirmary from the monster stuck in the nano-wall, the blood on the window, and lack of body in the empty body bag. Xander watched as Duke helped Kid put the body on the stretcher. Sam pulled Destroyer into a chair and started patching him up. Xander smiled as the big man started whining. Slinking to the back of the room Xander sighed. Goat lay on the floor of the darkened room, his dead black doted blood spread around him. This felt a little like vampirism, but not. They were so fucked if this thing spread. A lot of civilian deaths could happen.
Reaper and Sarge came in a minute later, Sarge had Mac’s body minus the rebar. He placed him on a stretcher. Xander almost timed it to the second when Sarge opened his mouth and started yelling.
“What the hell is this?” He said pointing at the creature in the nano-wall. “AND WHOSE GOD DAMN BLOOD IS ON THAT WINDOW?!!!!”
Xander tuned them out as he searched once again for the first aid kit. ‘They’re picking on me, I know it!’ Groaned Xander as he cleaned rock from his cut up hands. Looking through the med. kit for a needle Xander growled as it was snatched from his hand. He looked up at Reaper who instead of speaking threaded the needle and grabbed the same little bottle that doc lady used to numb Xander’s wounds. Reaper practically ripped Xander’s shirt off. Not that he really minded.
“Hold still.” He said as he injected meds into Xander’s bleeding back. “You keep getting hurt. You’re a magnet for trouble Pup. I should stick by you, I’d never be bored at least.”
Xander pouted. “They’re picking on me that’s all it is.”
Reaper smirked.
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Chapter 9
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: Why are they picking on me!?!
Author: Merkat
Fandom: BTVS/Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings.
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Xander walked along the wall and was making progress when Reaper appeared once again in-front of him. Xander gave the man a bloody smile. “Hey Reaps! Mac’s dead. We should go get his body.” He said in a sigh of breath as Reaper put Xander’s arm over his shoulder.
“I’ll get it later.” Said Reaper as he got them back to the team. “Did you kill the thing?” Said Xander trying to distract himself from his pounding head. “No.” Said Reaper with a shake of his head. Xander groaned and watched as blood dripped down his fingers to the floor.
“We need to get Pup to the infirmary.” Said Reaper as he looked at Xander’s injuries. His stitches were popped and he had three claw marks that ripped down his back. It looked deep.
“Negative. Reaper you and Kid search the halls. Pup will have to wait here with Destroyer and Portman till I can’t return with heavier artillery. Destroyer, Portman, guard the door. Everyone get going!” Reaper and the others didn’t look to happy about that but did what they were told. As Portman grudgingly locked the door Destroyer helped Xander sit down on the floor.
“Sit tight Pup. Will get you all fixed up in a bit.” Patting Pup on his unhurt shoulder Destroyer stood up and began his guard duty.
Xander closed his eyes and took deep breaths. His back hurt, his head felt like he had tiny men with jack-hammers building a road inside, and each of his cuts stung! If Xander could stand, he would pace and whine, but he would most likely get dizzy and fall on his face if he tried. He felt like the monsters were picking on him. Xander shook that thought away. Mac was dead. So was Goat. And Xander an experienced demon hunter was no use to either of them! He was injured and would most likely endanger his friends that will try to protect him.
Groaning as a wave of nausea passed over him, Xander opened his eyes as he was nudged on the shoulder. Destroyer was holding a flask out to him. Taking it with a grateful glance Xander took a big gulp of the lukewarm water.
Xander heard shuffling and looked at the source. Portman was not the bravest man. In-fact he was the least trustworthy under pressure, which was a fact everyone learned early on. He panicked a lot and the moto ‘Look to thine own ass’ became the only thing he thought of. So Xander wasn’t surprised at all when Portman spoke. “I gotta take a dump.” He stated as he grinned at Destroyer.
With an unhappy pained expression on his face Destroyer answered him. “What? Now?” He said in a low voice.
Portman gave both soldiers his ‘shit eating’ grin. “ Not unless you want me shitting in my pants right here.”
Xander wrinkled his nose. Mars sucked enough without Portman’s waste, he already smelled like old shit no need to refresh it. “Go Portman. I can do your job better blind AND injured.” Struggling to his feet Xander shouldered his weapon. Destroyer was frowning like he ate something sour but nodded for Portman to go. Portman didn’t waste any time and left down one of the dark halls.
“You can sit back down Pup. I can guard the door. It’s a one man job anyway.”
Xander gave Destroyer a dirty little look. “ With those beasties out there it should be a ten-man job! Besides if there is trouble it would be best if I was on my feet.”
Destroyer nodded and with that said they were silent. A moment later the sound of clinking metal drew their attention. Still dazed and barely able to stay on his feet Xander guarded the door while Destroyer checked out the noise. He watched the bigger mans form blend in with the darkness as he entered the room with the electric cage. Groaning Xander leaned against the locked door they were guarding and took a shallow breath of recycled air.
His head snapped up when he heard Destroyer yell out. The sound of Sarge calling out to them over the radio was ignored as he walked with the help of the wall, whatever was going on Destroyer was fighting for his life. Hefting his weapon Xander limped toward the noise. A roar sounded, echoing from the hall to his ears. It made something in Xander howl back in fear and a twisted motherly rage. Xander knew the thing fighting Destroyer. The word pack kept whispering in Xander’s ear. It was almost as loud as the fighting he was rushing blindly into.
Electric charges flashed in the hall and Destroyer’s weapon lay on the floor next to some bent wall pipes. Xander gasped as he finally reached the cage. A large beast was pined to the electric wall with black piping and a bleeding Destroyer was starting to climb the chains in the center of the cage. Aiming his weapon at the monster thrashing about Xander started shooting. He cursed as his weapon didn’t make much effect. It just made the thing mad.
As the seven or so foot tall beast used its strength and pounded the thick pipe like it was made of cardboard, Xander tried to think of some way to kill the thing. The most powerful weapon he had was his ST Grenades. Those would definitely leave marks. That would piss Sarge off too. Pulling out a stronger round Xander aimed for the heart, he was about to shoot when the black piping flu straight at him. Ducking Xander cursed as it zoomed over his head and clipped his arm. Shooting off rounds into the dark of the circular inclosure, Xander reached out for Destroyer. “ Come on man! Keep climbing!!”
Shouldering his weapon Xander reached out for Destroyer with both hands. He nearly sighed as the big man grasped his hands. Feet sliding froward a bit Xander winced as all Destroyers weight slammed into the electric wall. Xander could feel as one at a time stitches popped out of his back. Cursing the powers, the world, and smart stupid people that played with fate, Xander helped pull the big man up. “Your going on a diet, man!! Your only going to eat those damn oranges you love to throw around!!”
Sighing as the man got a leg up Xander released him and grabbed a ST grenade from out of his pockets. Pulling the cap, he was about to toss it into the pit when the big man-shaped monster jumped out of the cage opposite to them. With eyes wide Xander threw it at the beast and ducked with Destroyer in the hall. Light flashed then an ear deafening bang. Beams of metal and concrete fell around them as they huddled in the hall. Xander wondered faintly if he went overboard with the using of the grenade thing. ‘I’m not doing that good a job protecting the facility.’ Thought Xander sheepishly as dust started clearing up. A wall crumbled and fell as he struggled to stand. Destroyer stood to his face bloody and swollen, he was holding his arm to his body. He was covered in blood and dust, both men limped like old people.
“This is just B-E-A-Utiful.” Said Xander as climbed around rubble so he could get out of the trashed room. He didn’t see any demony monster parts scattered about. He wouldn’t be surprised if it got away. Xander was just going into the hall when Sarge barreled into the room and nearly bowled Xander over. “What in the HELL is going on here! Who popped an ST?”
Xander raised his hand like a little child. “Should have known.” Sighed Sarge. Xander could see it. The tick in Sarge’s eyebrow, his jaw working, and the sound of his teeth grinding . . . Sarge was going to lecturer Xander. The man had just opened his mouth when another scream rang out. The sound came from the bathroom. Portman.
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As he ran Sarge cursed the green horn running behind him and Destroyer. As they ran down another hall, they ran into Reaper and the Kid. They entered the bathroom to find Portman screaming hanging by his head from the ceiling by a big blue/grey hand. Kid and Reaper started firing while Sarge set up his Big Fucking Gun.
Everyone’s eyes widened as blue fire shit blasted out of the horridly large gun. Xander raised a brow as the shot melted a good corner of the bathroom and left a bleeding Portman crispy. Xander stood by as The Kid checked Portman over. “He’s dead.”
Sarge stood tall and glared at the men he had left. “Bag and tag um. Were going back to the infirmary.” He growled.
Xander frowned and remembered Mac’s body still in the cavern. “Sir can I go get Mac’s body? It’s still within the dig.” Xander said as he stood tall and tried not to look injured.
“No.”
Xander’s shoulders slumped.
“Reaper and I will go get him. You go to the infirmary with The Kid and Destroyer.” That perked Xander up some. As long as someone was going to get the body.
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Kid had the body bag over his shoulder, he was struggling a bit but didn’t say a word about it. Destroyer was helping him But he must have broken his arm or sprained it badly because he wasn’t using it at all. Xander was walking . . . ok limping in-front of them his gun aimed ahead. If they were attacked right now, they would be kinda . . . sorta . . . most likely screwed sideways. Xander couldn’t really run, Destroyer couldn’t lift his weapon one handed, and The Kid couldn’t really fight with a body on his back. When they reached the locked infirmary door, Xander let out a sigh of relief. He entered last.
Xander looked around the infirmary from the monster stuck in the nano-wall, the blood on the window, and lack of body in the empty body bag. Xander watched as Duke helped Kid put the body on the stretcher. Sam pulled Destroyer into a chair and started patching him up. Xander smiled as the big man started whining. Slinking to the back of the room Xander sighed. Goat lay on the floor of the darkened room, his dead black doted blood spread around him. This felt a little like vampirism, but not. They were so fucked if this thing spread. A lot of civilian deaths could happen.
Reaper and Sarge came in a minute later, Sarge had Mac’s body minus the rebar. He placed him on a stretcher. Xander almost timed it to the second when Sarge opened his mouth and started yelling.
“What the hell is this?” He said pointing at the creature in the nano-wall. “AND WHOSE GOD DAMN BLOOD IS ON THAT WINDOW?!!!!”
Xander tuned them out as he searched once again for the first aid kit. ‘They’re picking on me, I know it!’ Groaned Xander as he cleaned rock from his cut up hands. Looking through the med. kit for a needle Xander growled as it was snatched from his hand. He looked up at Reaper who instead of speaking threaded the needle and grabbed the same little bottle that doc lady used to numb Xander’s wounds. Reaper practically ripped Xander’s shirt off. Not that he really minded.
“Hold still.” He said as he injected meds into Xander’s bleeding back. “You keep getting hurt. You’re a magnet for trouble Pup. I should stick by you, I’d never be bored at least.”
Xander pouted. “They’re picking on me that’s all it is.”
Reaper smirked.
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