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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,117
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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Wolf Tracks
Title: Wolf Tracks
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Spoilers: Up through Season Four of Buffy.
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Xander looks back on how his life changed once he hit Oxnard, C.A.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: The Batpack, Excessent, SxandV, Bloodclaim
Archives: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.fanfiction.net/~amejisuto
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=17790
http://nummytreats.forsaken-faith.org/archive/viewuser.php?uid=106
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This fic is for The Batpack’s Challange as to what happened if Xander had never returned to Sunnydale after Oxnard. I haven’t quite figured out what happened to Sunnydale, or Angel Inc. but it takes place as if it was this summer. This is also a plot bunny beginning for another fic, and I’m yet again testing the waters to see if anyone would be interested in more. See if you can guess the guest stars if I do continue! Thanks to the lovely and talented Kyrieane for the great beta job!
~~~~~
After almost five years, Xander was once again headed back to California. Xander took one of the curves along the road in Fallon towards Interstate 80 in Nevada a bit too fast but couldn’t help it. Luck at one of the blackjack tables in Vegas had finally let him replace his bike, and the new Harley Road King was a dream to handle. He had taken back roads most of the way upstate, letting the throttle open and enjoying the ride. It was almost as good as running under the moon.
He was going to San Francisco. At least he wasn’t headed back to Sunnydale, Xander thought. He’d never gone back. After the fight at the nightclub he had ended up working at in Oxnard, he had called for help, but none of the others had returned his messages. Months later when things had started to make sense he had tried again.
. He had called close to Christmas; just wanting to tell everyone that yes he was alive. By then his current condition no longer freaked him out and it could wait. Much to Xander’s surprise he had found out a lot from the most unlikely of sources, Spike. The blonde vampire was back in Sunnydale and evidently was living with Giles. The watcher was out, but Xander had once again wanted to leave a message.
First though he had to get through Spike. Why was an evil vampire living with the Watcher? From Spike Xander had learned not only a multitude of new swearwords, but also about the Initiative. Sounded like a cross between the X-Files and Nazis, experimenting on demons, killing without thought.
By that time Xander’s former ideas on demons and things that went bump in the night had been changed radically. He found he was actually sorry for the vampire, not being able to feed or hunt. Sure he was glad innocents were safe, but it would have been more natural if the Army would have killed him, rather than playing god.
As he was now, Sunnydale was out of the question for Xander to return to. Not then, and maybe not even now, all these years later.
He had gone through some serious changes, how he looked, fought, acted. What he was.
He started out not long after Graduation, wanting to see the world. The truth was he needed to figure out things for himself. Corny as it sounded he hoped traveling around America would help him find himself. He always knew he was lost.
Not long after he left, right near the wonderful Mecca that is Oxnard, the engine fell out of his car leaving him stranded. Not knowing what to do but strangely unwilling to just give up and get on a bus back home Xander took a job washing dishes at a local club.
He was quickly promoted to bartender. That gave better money as well as tips, and suited his friendly nature. He quickly learned that he was as comfortable flirting with guys as well as girls and boy wasn’t that a shock. Still he had a pretty good life, friends, a job and it wasn’t that bad. Still he was thinking of returning to Sunnydale.
Then the fight happened. All this time he had barely seen sign of the other side of life, the vamps and demons and other prers. rs. Not that he didn’t carry a stake, he wasn’t stupid, but there just didn’t seem much of that around. He figured it was because they all headed for the Dale, which wasn’t that far away.
It was a full moon near the beginning of September. A bar brawl had started and Xander was trying to break it up. Too late he saw that one of the fighters was morphing into something else, too late to stop the bite he knew would change his life.
So now he was a werewolf. If Oz could handle it so could he, and hey they’d have something in common now. Xander figured it would suck to be chained up three nights a month, but that was better than doing something unthinkable, like eating someone or chasing a mailman that was working late.
Except it didn’t quite work that way. The closest Xander could figure is that the possession of the hyena back in school had affected his lycanthrope somehow. Instead of just three nights out of the month, Xander found himself having to fight the change at just about anytime. When he was angry, or aroused or frightened. Sort of like the Hulk, only furrier.
Xander panicked big time. That first week he called into work, after snarling at someone at Wal-Mart, and tried to deal. He wore the phone lines out trying to get through to his friends back home, but they were all too busy or didn’t get the messages. He stopped calling after a while, the feelings of loss and being forgotten tended to make him upset, which brought out the wolf. Not good. After finally starting to calm down he was able to think and come up with a plan.
Oddly enough it was the one thing that everyone as a child told him would be the death of him that gave him the idea. He was watching a mystery on PBS. Yes he actually watched that station, wouldn’t the gang be shocked if they knew. It was interesting, about a murder at a Native American Reservation that might have been committed by a skinwalker.
Skin walkers. Medicine Men or Shamans that wore the skin of an animal, and that gave them the ability to take that animal’s shape.
Even if that legend wasn’t true, Xander did some research. A lot of different tribes worked with animal totems, guardian spirits and nature. In the process he lea learned that Native Americans weren’t the only ones. Some pagan and wiccans worked with animal magicks.
He had saved a bit of money, originally to buy a new car. Instead he bought a used bike, something that could go off road and packed just what he needed. He started out to finish what he originally thought to do, see America.
This time it was a little different. He went in search of credible witches, wise men and women, shamen, anyone he thought might be able to help. As he passed through L.A. he only spared a moment to think of Angel, but without any control seeing the vamp would more than likely bring the wolf to the surface.
He traveled, doing bartending and other odd jobs along the way, in addition to some demon hunting. He noticed he was able to keep some of his senses more advanced with practice, so he was able to scent demons, vampires and the like, along with humans. He taught himself to tell moods, if someone lyinlying or not by how they sounded, all that sort of thing. Gradually he gained control.
An old Indian in the Black Hills of South Dakota gave him a medicine pouch, along with the final piece of what he needed to control the wolf. It was over a year since he had been infected and he still had problems. Running Bear made him understand that instead of fighting the wolf, he needed to embrace it, embrace his new nature. That it could be more of a gift than it was ever rse.rse.
It wasn’t easy, but he did it. By this time he was used to the traveling, going from state to state and had a long list of contacts and friends. He traveled; saw things he only dreamed about. Did the tourist thing in Washington D.C., ate Maryland crabs fresh from the bay, was in New York for the lighting of the Rockefeller tree one year and hadn’t that been fun!
Gradually though, after five years of wandering, he felt the pull of the west. He had heard rumors, of powerful witches that fought for good in San Francisco and he figured that would be as good a place as any to put down roots. He was tired of traveling. He wanted a home, a pack, and a mate. He was tired of being alone. Still there weren’t many people willing to put up with a werewolf/demon hunter/bartender. Add to the fact that he now accepted that he liked guys a hellava lot more than girls that made finding someone a bit difficult.
San Francisco would be good, he thought. It just felt right. Maybe he’d find what he needed. He put those thoughts away as he got on the interstate. Not long now, and he’d be there, ready for a new start. After five years away, he was finally coming home to California.
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Spoilers: Up through Season Four of Buffy.
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Xander looks back on how his life changed once he hit Oxnard, C.A.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: The Batpack, Excessent, SxandV, Bloodclaim
Archives: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.fanfiction.net/~amejisuto
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=17790
http://nummytreats.forsaken-faith.org/archive/viewuser.php?uid=106
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This fic is for The Batpack’s Challange as to what happened if Xander had never returned to Sunnydale after Oxnard. I haven’t quite figured out what happened to Sunnydale, or Angel Inc. but it takes place as if it was this summer. This is also a plot bunny beginning for another fic, and I’m yet again testing the waters to see if anyone would be interested in more. See if you can guess the guest stars if I do continue! Thanks to the lovely and talented Kyrieane for the great beta job!
~~~~~
After almost five years, Xander was once again headed back to California. Xander took one of the curves along the road in Fallon towards Interstate 80 in Nevada a bit too fast but couldn’t help it. Luck at one of the blackjack tables in Vegas had finally let him replace his bike, and the new Harley Road King was a dream to handle. He had taken back roads most of the way upstate, letting the throttle open and enjoying the ride. It was almost as good as running under the moon.
He was going to San Francisco. At least he wasn’t headed back to Sunnydale, Xander thought. He’d never gone back. After the fight at the nightclub he had ended up working at in Oxnard, he had called for help, but none of the others had returned his messages. Months later when things had started to make sense he had tried again.
. He had called close to Christmas; just wanting to tell everyone that yes he was alive. By then his current condition no longer freaked him out and it could wait. Much to Xander’s surprise he had found out a lot from the most unlikely of sources, Spike. The blonde vampire was back in Sunnydale and evidently was living with Giles. The watcher was out, but Xander had once again wanted to leave a message.
First though he had to get through Spike. Why was an evil vampire living with the Watcher? From Spike Xander had learned not only a multitude of new swearwords, but also about the Initiative. Sounded like a cross between the X-Files and Nazis, experimenting on demons, killing without thought.
By that time Xander’s former ideas on demons and things that went bump in the night had been changed radically. He found he was actually sorry for the vampire, not being able to feed or hunt. Sure he was glad innocents were safe, but it would have been more natural if the Army would have killed him, rather than playing god.
As he was now, Sunnydale was out of the question for Xander to return to. Not then, and maybe not even now, all these years later.
He had gone through some serious changes, how he looked, fought, acted. What he was.
He started out not long after Graduation, wanting to see the world. The truth was he needed to figure out things for himself. Corny as it sounded he hoped traveling around America would help him find himself. He always knew he was lost.
Not long after he left, right near the wonderful Mecca that is Oxnard, the engine fell out of his car leaving him stranded. Not knowing what to do but strangely unwilling to just give up and get on a bus back home Xander took a job washing dishes at a local club.
He was quickly promoted to bartender. That gave better money as well as tips, and suited his friendly nature. He quickly learned that he was as comfortable flirting with guys as well as girls and boy wasn’t that a shock. Still he had a pretty good life, friends, a job and it wasn’t that bad. Still he was thinking of returning to Sunnydale.
Then the fight happened. All this time he had barely seen sign of the other side of life, the vamps and demons and other prers. rs. Not that he didn’t carry a stake, he wasn’t stupid, but there just didn’t seem much of that around. He figured it was because they all headed for the Dale, which wasn’t that far away.
It was a full moon near the beginning of September. A bar brawl had started and Xander was trying to break it up. Too late he saw that one of the fighters was morphing into something else, too late to stop the bite he knew would change his life.
So now he was a werewolf. If Oz could handle it so could he, and hey they’d have something in common now. Xander figured it would suck to be chained up three nights a month, but that was better than doing something unthinkable, like eating someone or chasing a mailman that was working late.
Except it didn’t quite work that way. The closest Xander could figure is that the possession of the hyena back in school had affected his lycanthrope somehow. Instead of just three nights out of the month, Xander found himself having to fight the change at just about anytime. When he was angry, or aroused or frightened. Sort of like the Hulk, only furrier.
Xander panicked big time. That first week he called into work, after snarling at someone at Wal-Mart, and tried to deal. He wore the phone lines out trying to get through to his friends back home, but they were all too busy or didn’t get the messages. He stopped calling after a while, the feelings of loss and being forgotten tended to make him upset, which brought out the wolf. Not good. After finally starting to calm down he was able to think and come up with a plan.
Oddly enough it was the one thing that everyone as a child told him would be the death of him that gave him the idea. He was watching a mystery on PBS. Yes he actually watched that station, wouldn’t the gang be shocked if they knew. It was interesting, about a murder at a Native American Reservation that might have been committed by a skinwalker.
Skin walkers. Medicine Men or Shamans that wore the skin of an animal, and that gave them the ability to take that animal’s shape.
Even if that legend wasn’t true, Xander did some research. A lot of different tribes worked with animal totems, guardian spirits and nature. In the process he lea learned that Native Americans weren’t the only ones. Some pagan and wiccans worked with animal magicks.
He had saved a bit of money, originally to buy a new car. Instead he bought a used bike, something that could go off road and packed just what he needed. He started out to finish what he originally thought to do, see America.
This time it was a little different. He went in search of credible witches, wise men and women, shamen, anyone he thought might be able to help. As he passed through L.A. he only spared a moment to think of Angel, but without any control seeing the vamp would more than likely bring the wolf to the surface.
He traveled, doing bartending and other odd jobs along the way, in addition to some demon hunting. He noticed he was able to keep some of his senses more advanced with practice, so he was able to scent demons, vampires and the like, along with humans. He taught himself to tell moods, if someone lyinlying or not by how they sounded, all that sort of thing. Gradually he gained control.
An old Indian in the Black Hills of South Dakota gave him a medicine pouch, along with the final piece of what he needed to control the wolf. It was over a year since he had been infected and he still had problems. Running Bear made him understand that instead of fighting the wolf, he needed to embrace it, embrace his new nature. That it could be more of a gift than it was ever rse.rse.
It wasn’t easy, but he did it. By this time he was used to the traveling, going from state to state and had a long list of contacts and friends. He traveled; saw things he only dreamed about. Did the tourist thing in Washington D.C., ate Maryland crabs fresh from the bay, was in New York for the lighting of the Rockefeller tree one year and hadn’t that been fun!
Gradually though, after five years of wandering, he felt the pull of the west. He had heard rumors, of powerful witches that fought for good in San Francisco and he figured that would be as good a place as any to put down roots. He was tired of traveling. He wanted a home, a pack, and a mate. He was tired of being alone. Still there weren’t many people willing to put up with a werewolf/demon hunter/bartender. Add to the fact that he now accepted that he liked guys a hellava lot more than girls that made finding someone a bit difficult.
San Francisco would be good, he thought. It just felt right. Maybe he’d find what he needed. He put those thoughts away as he got on the interstate. Not long now, and he’d be there, ready for a new start. After five years away, he was finally coming home to California.