Title: Second Chances: Reset (0/?)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at

Rating: I'm gonna go say PG-13 for some strong language.

Spoilers: Um, lots of pure speculation on season seven, and pretty much anything up to that is fair game.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: Xander's real power is revealed... and he's not too happy with it.

Author's Note: Got bored, so I thought I'd write this.

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"Don't do this, Spike," Buffy pleaded. "You have a soul."

Xander coughed up blood. When will she learn? "So did Hitler," he croaked out.

"Droopy Boy's right on the money there," Spike smirked. "You wanted the Big Bad back? Well, you've got it, luv."

With that, Spike turned and hurled Kennedy's unconscious and broken body into the physical opening of the Hellmouth.

"Nooo!" Willow shrieked, power thundering through her veins. She hurled bolts of lightning at Spike, flinging him back.

He howled in pain, but cruel laughter filled the room.

"Thanks, sweetie," the First Evil said, stepping out of the shadows in Tara's form. "That was just the last bit of power I needed."

The First shifted to Glory's form, "Goodbye, world. It was nice while it lasted. Not!"

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Xander bolted upright, looking around the dark room wildly.

"What... the... hell?" he wondered aloud.

"Bravo," a voice said.

Xander turned, "Who...?"

"Name's Whistler," the Balance Demon said, stepping out of the shadows. "I'm here to fill ya in. I must say, I'm impressed that it took this long to trigger a rewind."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Look," Whistler said, "here's the deal: You're basically the universe's failsafe. World ends, you get tossed back in time to give you one shot at fixing it. Screw it up again..." he shrugged, "...well, if the world ends the same way, that's it. Different way... well, you get another shot, but only one second chance per apocalypse. Right now, you're in the summer of ninety-seven, just before the Slayer returns from L.A."

"Okay," Xander said, shaking his head. "Suppose I buy that... why me?"

"'Cause you're normal."

Xander blinked. That didn't make any sense. "I don't follow."

Whistler sighed. "Look, there's two types of people out there: Those who have a destiny and those who don't. Those who do can't really change it. It's part of who they are, but their destinies define the fate of the world. Your Slayer, that witch friend of yours, heck, even Mr. Boo-Hoo-I-Eat-Rats are all like that."

"So?"

"Most folks, though, don't, which means they can change the destinies of those around them. With the folks you hang around with, that means your choices affects the destinies that define the fate of the world."

Xander stared, "You have got to be shittin' me. You mean I'm, what, the world's circuit breaker?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"And I've got six years to figure out what went wrong and save the world."

Whistler nodded.

Xander groaned.

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Author's Postscript:

Just another wild idea that hit me. This was inspired by Tenhawk's Journeyverse, specifically the Year Zero arc. Expect this one to be on the backburner, though, since I have no real clue what to do with it beyond this.