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Date Posted: 16:36:24 03/01/02 Fri
Author: Tomboy45
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Subject: that was good UHC
In reply to: UHC 's message, "Fallen Star (2a/4)" on 04:38:49 02/11/02 Mon

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>Title: Hero’s aren’t born (Fallen Star 1/?)
>Author: Michael Dunbar and UnHolyChurch
>E-mail: Mutant190583@yahoo.com and
>Unholychrch@yahoo.com
>Distribution: If you want it you can have it.
>Timeline: Season 1
>Rating: PG14
>Feedback: We would like to know if this is worth
>continuing.
>Pairing: I’m not saying. Yet.
>Disclaimer: UPN and Joss own Buffy. Whoever owns
>SmallVille and Superman owns them:)
>Summary: Xander isn’t exactly human.
>Dedications:
>Church: Li’l C, Shana, Glory, Phaedra, and Sydney (Not
>BXers but I’m working on them.) And to Joanne W and
>Taygetta for inspiring me to BX fics in the first
>place.
>Michael: Wicked_Raygun (without him I’d have been a
>cack writer still, you inspired me buddy), Queen Angel
>(without her I wouldn’t have my beer fountain),
>Ozmandayus (without him I wouldn’t have EM), Rick
>Seiber (without him I wouldn’t have so many cool
>stories to read), Socrates (Dude’s got a will of iron
>when it comes to B/X either that or he has a time
>machine), Bob Regent (Dudes a BRIT WOOHOO!!!!) and
>anyone else that is a B/X’er. If you want to be
>mentioned then just say. After all it makes our fic
>look longer.
>
>Author’s note: This is the Pilot episode for what we
>hope to be a series of episodes. Much the same way
>Joanne has done her TNAOBAX Series.
>
>Also the date of the cave incident has changed from
>1991 to 1993, We felt some of the emotions and actions
>might be a bit mature for an eleven year old. Not
>that a 13 year old is much better but hell.
>
>---------------------------------------
>
>4:23 PM
>July 17th 1993
>Abandoned Mine Near Harris Farm
>
>Xander can see the beam giving way; several large
>pieces of the ceiling that rest on support are
>shifting. He sees it begin to fall. One chunk of
>rock nearly the size of Willow has come loose and is
>crashing downward. Xander’s feet are moving as fast
>as he believes possible, but he can see he’s not going
>to be in time. His muscles strain and his entire body
>is shaken by a sudden sensation. He feels as though
>he’s running against a strong gale and then suddenly
>the wind just dies. Now it seems as though the
>motion of the rock begins to slow. The dust almost
>stops moving. But his strides don’t seem affected.
>He reaches Willow before the beam or the rock seems to
>move any closer to Willow. Instinctively, he moves
>underneath the wooden beam grabbing hold and pushing
>upward. As he does this the speed of the world
>remerges with his own.
>
>Willow looks up at him, straining at the tremendous
>weight. She is frozen in shock, her green eyes wide
>at the sight before her. More of the smaller stones
>are beginning to fall, raining down on his head and
>hands. Turning his face away from the dust he yells
>to Willow. “Get out of here!”
>His shout snaps her back to attention to the danger.
>She pushes off the ground and sprints for the opening,
>not looking back. The shaking becomes more
>pronounced, more and more pieces are falling all
>around her. As she reaches the safety of the outside,
>the brightness of the light blinds her, Stumbling off
>the ledge she rolls down the side of the embankment.
>Coming to a stop at Jesse’s feet. She pushes herself
>to her hands and knees then leans back on her shins.
>An alarmed look in her eyes as she searches for
>Xander. The mine is still rumbling and he hasn’t come
>out.
>
>“Where is he?” Jesse asks as he helps Willow to her
>feet.
>
>Her voice shaky, she answers. “I, I don’t know he was
>right behind me. We have to go, we have to go back in
>there and get him.” As she speaks a thunderous
>crashing sound emanates from the darkness of the cave.
> A cloud of dust billows out obscuring their view.
>Pieces of dirt and debris shower down on them.
>
>“Noooooo!” Willow screams and runs back towards the
>incline. She falls to her hands and knees trying to
>climb the hill, but Jesse pulls her back.
>
>“Let me go we have to get him out!” Tears are
>streaming down her dust-covered face leaving muddy
>tracks. She turns and tries to push him off.
>
>Jesse says nothing. He holds on to her shoulders.
>Looking up he can just barely see through the haze.
>The opening looks as though it is completely covered
>over. Seeing the same thing Willow drops down and
>buries her face in her hands, weeping loudly. Jesse
>swallows hard, his mouth completely dry; his eyes burn
>trying to hold back tears.
>
>He is about to break down him self when something
>moves. He still can’t see through the dust very well.
> Squinting, he takes a step forward. Yes. One of the
>rocks is moving. In three giant strides he is up to
>the wall of rock. He grabs hold of the moving stone
>and tries to pull on it. Willow sees his actions; she
>stops her crying and watches but doesn’t move from the
>ground. As Jesse gives another tug and the rock
>slides just a bit, then it finally gives, falling to
>the side of what formerly was an entrance. In its
>absence is a dark gap about a foot square and in the
>gap is a pair of very dirty arms and a head of tousled
>brown hair. Jesse reaches in and Xander takes his
>hand and pulls himself through the tight hole.
>
>Almost the instant he sets his feet on the ground he
>is knocked back into the rock face by Willow as she
>wraps her arms around his and buries her face into his
>chest. “Alexander LaVelle Harris” Her voice is
>muffled by his shirt. “Don’t you ever do that to me
>again.” He pulls his arms free and stabilizes himself
>then wraps his arms around her. He rubs her back
>trying to console her. “Its okay Will. I’m fine.”
>
>Jesse slaps him on the shoulder. “I thought I was
>gonna be in a lot of trouble trying to tell your mom
>where you were.”
>
>Xander gives him a half grin and shakes his head.
>“Thanks Jess. I was worried about you too.”
>
>Jesse turns to the wall of rock behind them and
>examines the hole. “You must be the luckiest guy in
>the world. You should have been squished?”
>
>Xander looks down and nods. “Yeah, I should have.”
>But he looks like he’s thinking about something else.
>Jesse doesn’t see the expression on his face, but
>Willow notices, and she’s thinking about how Xander
>got there so quickly when the roof almost fell on her.
> They both shake it off as they watch Jesse half
>jumps half runs back down to the path.
>
>“Are you two gonna kiss or are we going back home?”
>Jesse stands at the bottom looking up at the two
>friends still wrapped in each other’s arms.
>
>Both quickly drop their arms to their sides and look
>away from the other. Willows face turns bright red
>again and Xander even gets a bit pink.
>
>Carefully they pick their way down the hill, joining
>Jesse. And together they set off down the path back
>to Xander’s house.
>
>
>8:30 PM
>July 8th 1995
>Harris Farm
>
>
>The large barn door swings in the breeze, creaking as
>it closes. A laugh can be heard from below; Jonathan
>and Xander are standing in an alley between two rows
>of horse pens. Xander is his usual cheery self, a
>little taller then that day in the cave, slightly
>broader in the shoulders. Jonathan’s appears happy
>but he seems older than a man of 45. His face has a
>drawn out quality to it, his eyes sunk into his skull,
>and his skin pale for a man accustomed to spending all
>his daytime hours out in the field.
>
>“So why didn’t she ask you for help in the first
>place?” Xander’s face is light with enjoyment as he
>listens to his father’s story.
>
>“You know your mother. She’s as stubborn as they
>come.” The older Harris smiled as he lifts a 5-gallon
>pale of mixed grain into one of the horse’s pens and
>dumps half into the wooden bunk.
>
>“But she had to know there was no way she could move
>it on her own.” Xander is feeding the horses on the
>other side of the aisle.
>
>Jonathan empties the rest of the bucket in the next
>trough and answers. “And she never would have, if you
>hadn’t been there. She said you saw what she was
>doing and decided to help. You pushed that truck out
>of the ditch like you were pushing a baby carriage.”
>
>Xander shake his head. “I don’t remember any of that.”
>
>“Well you were only like 3 when it happened”
>
>Xander laughed to himself. And grabbed another pale.
>A few moments of silence pass.
>
>“Dad?”
>
>“Yes?” He replies before moving onto the next stall.
>
>“Well.” Xander looks away from his father’s face “Why
>do we have to move? I like it here.” Then looking
>back his eyes pleading.
>
>Jonathan avoids his son’s gaze and turns back to his
>work. This isn’t a popular subject of conversation at
>the Harris household. It isn’t as though he wants to
>leave the farm. He would much rather stay here till
>the end; to see the sun rise every morning over his
>green valley, and the light as it cascades across the
>lake and up the stream before reaching his house, to
>watch as the rainstorms climb the western hill and
>sweep through leaving everything clean as it passes.
>But the doctor had given him orders and Martha had
>demanded he listen.
>
>“I’m getting worse” A simple response, he was still
>getting used to those words himself. A chestnut bay
>nuzzles him and he runs his hand along the horse’s
>nose “The doc says if I stay here it will only shorten
>the time I have left. But you know this already.
>What’s the real problem?”
>
>There eyes meet and Xander’s shoulder’s slump slightly.
>
>“Nothing I guess. But with me like, well, you know.
>Its just gonna be hard. It’s just I, I don’t want to
>be in town, that’s where all the people live.
>
>“As well as your friends.”
>
>“Well Yea.”
>
>“Wouldn’t you like to live closer so you could see
>them more? And it wouldn’t be any different then the
>way you are at school now. You’ll just live a little
>closer now.”
>
>“I suppose. But you don’t want to go either. I know
>you’d rather stay here.”
>
>“Well your right. But I also want to be with you and
>your mother as long as possible. That’s all that
>matters to me.” Squeezing his son’s shoulder as he
>finishes. He walks toward the ladder leading up to the
>loft. “I’m gonna throw down some hay then we can go
>eat.”
>
>“Dad, are you sure? I mean….”
>
>“Xander, I’m not a has been yet. I can still.” In the
>blink of an eye, Xander squeezes past him and bolts up
>the ladder.
>
>“Don’t worry dad I’ll get it.”
>
>Jonathan shakes his head and reaches and begins to
>pull himself up the ladder. Xander returns from the
>stacks of hales, balancing three 75lb bales in each
>hand, as though he is a waiter carrying two trays.
>Glancing down to the hole he sees his father just
>reaching hand over the upper ledge. He waits as
>Jonathan pulls his head and shoulders up above the
>level of the loft floor.
>
>When he sees Xander carrying all six bales he grins.
>“Son, I could have…” Stopping mid sentence, he closes
>his eyes, his face twisting in pain, then he begins to
>slump backwards.
>
> “DAD!!!!!!”
>
>Time stops, The bales of hay remains in mid air and
>the fragments that had already broken away from them
>hang like dust particles in the air. Reaching down he
>effortlessly lifts the lifeless body. His father’s
>eyes are closed and he lowers him to the floor.
>
>“Dad?”
>
>There is still no response. Reaching for his hand,
>Xander places two fingers at his wrist feeling for a
>pulse.
>
>Xander turns around, his eyes full with tears.
>
>“MOM!!!!!!!!!!”
>
>
>
>9:46 PM
>July 13th 1996
>Moon Rock Pizza, in Sunnydale CA
>
>A bright blue and red neon sign glows in the darkness
>in the middle of the commercial district. The sign
>reads Moon Rock Pizza and the O in Rock is made to
>look like a flaming meteor crashing into the rest of
>the word. Through the window the establishment appears
>to be small but comfortable. Booths line each wall
>and a giant counter shaped in a semi circle fills the
>center of the room. A few small tables fill the
>remaining space. The kitchen is viewable through a
>set of twin doors on the back wall.
>
>In the nearest booth to the door sit three teens,
>Xander, Jesse and Willow. The redhead is enjoying her
>cheese only pizza much to Jesse’s disgust. He can not
>see the point of ordering a pizza without anything on
>it.
>
>His pizza on the other hand is loaded with every
>topping imaginable. In face he even added a few
>things he brought from home. He bites into a slice
>and rolls his eyes with delight then sees his friends
>look on in horror at his slice of overdosed pizza.
>
>“Your sick. You know that right?” Xander says and
>bites into the simple hotdog he has ordered. Strangely
>He isn’t currently in the mood for gorging himself on
>pizza.
>
>“Whoa he speaks.” Jesse replies through a full mouth.
>
>“Of course I speak, I am aware of the English language
>and it’s many uses.” He jokes looking down to his
>somewhat disappointing meal.
>
>“Why are you getting a D+ then?” Willow replies with a
>smirk. Her small slam earns a weak smile from Xander,
>who till now had been utterly taciturn.
>
>“Because I felt that the piece we had to do had
>conflicting arguments and wasn’t a plausible
>assignment”
>
>“Xander. You wrote a report on a Garfield book”
>
>“Yea well. “
>
>Jesse smiles as he munches away. Placing the crust on
>the plate, the only part he doesn’t enjoy. He slaps
>his friend on the arm and grins.
>
>“Don’t worry I’m making you look good, I’m getting a
>F+”
>
>“Thanks” Xander replies with no feeling in his voice,
>he and feel Willow’s eyes on him as he takes another
>bite. After a short silence he turns to her asks.
>”What?”
>
>“You’ve been Mr. Gloomy all day and I was wondering
>what’s the what. Not that you have to tell me if you
>don’t want to cause if you feel its none of my
>business I would totally understand if you just….”
>
>“Willow!” He stopped her ramble. Its okay I suppose I
>should tell you now. You’ll probably find out next
>week anyway.. I’m moving to Sunnydale”
>
>He looks at them waiting for a response, Jesse smiles
>widely and slaps him on the arm.
>
>“That’s great. We’ll get to hang out more.”
>
>Willow looks a bit more concerned. “What but? Why?
>But what about the farm? I mean its great that you’ll
>be so close and all but…?” Willow trails off.
>
>“Well” Xander replies and looks down “My dad’s not
>getting any better and he can’t work the farm no more.
> After his fall last week, we really have no choice.”
>
>“Oh Xander I’m sorry” She grabs him in a sideways hug
>“But I’ll be happy that we can see more of each other”
>
>“Yea me too” He replies and smiles half-heartedly down
>at her shining face. Looking away his expression
>grows distant. Willow sees this but says nothing.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>8:27 AM
>September 10, 1996
>Sunnydale High, outside the main entrance
>
>Walking between the maze of cars that fill the high
>school parking lot, Xander Harris’s mind is clouded
>with mathematic equations and trigonometric
>identities. He had been up till 3 in the morning
>trying to prepare for his Geometry test. But instead
>of enhancing his understanding of the mathematical
>properties taught so “eloquently” by Mr. Zoftenburg,
>he feels as if he has just confused himself even more.
> He mumbles to himself. “Lets see. Socataoaca. No it
>was Sotcata. What now. Sine over Tangent equals…
>Ahhh. I’m not gonna pass this test.” He shakes his
>head in frustration as he steps onto the curb.
>
>He is about to ascend the concrete stairs that lead
>into the main entrance of the school. He rests his
>hand on the steel railing that divides the stair.
>“I’ll have to talk to Willow. I know she can…” The
>sight before him slams the brakes on all thoughts
>academic. If the railing hadn’t been there to support
>him he most likely would have performed an extremely
>acrobatic yet painful swan dive into the sidewalk.
>Blinking several times to verify he isn’t imagining
>the vision before him, he feels a chill run through
>him. For what feels like a heavenly eternity, Xander
>is trapped in that one moment. Time slows. The
>people around him cease to exist. There is no sound
>at all. His eyes are glued to the delicate beauty
>before him. She is the picture of perfection in
>everyway from her golden hair, to her radiantly blue
>eyes, to her cute little nose. But the thing about
>her that grabs his heart is the expression on her
>face. In her eyes he can see a fear that would come
>with a new school and a new town and maybe something
>else, but mixed with that fear is determination and
>pride born of someone who has had to do things they
>don’t want to before. Every ounce of his body wants
>to take her in his arms and make everything all right.
> It shakes him to his very soul.
>
> Luckily, she seems too lost in thought with taking in
>her new surroundings to notice him standing there,
>gawking. And then in a rush of blonde hair and blue
>mini skirt she is up the stairs and out of sight.
>Once she is out of view he begins to breath, and he
>can again feel his heart beat. But his thoughts
>hadn’t left her. Sighing deeply he is about to
>continue up the steps when a familiar voice stops him.
> Turning he sees the bright smile of his favorite
>redhead as she hops up next to him.
>
>“Willow! You're so very much the person that I wanted
>to see.”
>
>“Oh, really?” She seems to perk at this.
>
>”Yeah. You know, I kinda had a problem with the math.”
>
> Her smile falters just slightly “Oh, which part?”
>
>”Actually, the math. Can you help me out today,
>pleeeease, be my study buddy?”
>
>Well, what's in it for me? Walking past him, she
>begins up the steps. He follows behind quickly
>matching her pace.
>
>Neither of them notices the steel banister where
>Xander had placed his hand to keep from falling
>moments before. Where before it had been smooth and
>straight, it is now strangely bent and bears the
>imprint of Xander’s hand.

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