Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel For Dummies (ON HOLD)

One-Shot (Part 1)

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a one shot I decided to write cuz I was bored and had nothing to do. This one shot is about Xander, and how he is after the battle with the First. This is set a few years after the battle, and he is a teacher working at the Slayer School. This is just part one, you will get part two later!

You will need to read the Tillow one-shot I published before, as this one and that one tie into each other! Don't say I didn't warn you!!!

Xander's POV

"Behind you, Kayla!" I yell, as I see a vampire sneak up behind the teenaged slayer. She whips around and stakes him, in a motion that seems natural and effortless. I turn around slowly, silently observing all of the slayers as they fend off the vampires that have been holed up in this old warehouse for decades. Suddenly, I see Camryn, another slayer, running towards me at full speed. I panic for a second, but she launches off a pile of bricks in front of me and flips in the air over me. She lands on a vampire that was behind me and wrestles him for a bit before staking him and another vampire that tried to help out his friend.

"Thanks!" I call out to her, but apparently she doesn't hear me, as she stakes a vampire that almost managed to escape out the door.

I sigh. Lately, that's how I always feel, like nobody is bothering to listen to me, that they are all happy going along with their own lives, and I'm the little guy chasing around behind them, trying to keep up.

Before I can think about this and depress myself some more, Jessamin, our youngest slayer, calls me over, where the rest of the group has congregated. She holds onto my hand happily as Faith critiques our performance.

"Kylie, nice job but you need to work on your kicking. Sam, same thing. Hope, great work today. I can tell you practiced that jump-drop kick. Camryn, you need to work a little bit harder on your flexibility. Jana, not bad. Alexis, you can't be so dependent on Wren. Same with you two, Reagan and Charlotte. Jessamin," she says, and I can feel my hand being squeezed tighter as Jessa tenses up, "I'm just not seeing any effort on your part at all. You rely on the fact that you're the youngest, and that somebody is always by your side to help you. You just need to improve on everything. Strength, speed, flexibility, agility, and your brain. If you can't kill them immediately, manipulate them so that you can." Faith finally moves on to critique another girl, but Jessa still doesn't relax.

"She's right," Jessamin whispers, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm a failure slayer. The people who made me a slayer are probably laughing right now, wondering what the heck am I doing here. Maybe I'm not even a slayer. Maybe there is another Jessamin Carter out there, one who is actually a slayer and not a silly little eight year old kidding herself. She sniffles, and tries to pull away from me. I pull her back, trying to calm her down.

"Jess, listen. Hey, maybe you're not amazing, but you are good. Faith just is treating you like she would anyone else in this group, and it seems harder for you because you are so much younger than everyone else. Take Dylan, for example."

I point to a blonde texting on the outskirts of the group.

"She hardly ever practices, and I think Faith has just given up on her. She still cares about you, Jessa. It's tough love."
Jessa shakes her head, despondent, and walks faster to join the rest of the group, but she stays a bit behind everybody else.

I just close my eyes and shake my head, mentally cursing. That probably wasn't a good idea. Faith told me that I should stop comparing all of the slayers to each other, but sometimes I can't help it. Suddenly, looking around, I realize that I need to get out for a while, and just take some time for myself.

I tell Faith not to worry, that I have decided to take a walk around the city. Soon, I find myself in an abandoned warehouse. With nothing else to do, I just pace around the room for what seems like hours, until I cuddle up in a corner and fall asleep.

I am lightly shaken awake by a ghostly figure wearing a white dress. She turns away from me, but even just looking at her hair, I can tell who it is. I could recognize those blond curls anywhere. She slowly turns around, confirming my suspicions. A slow smile creeps it's way onto my face as I am enveloped with joy.

A/N: Comment and let me know who you think it is!