Author: MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, its Joss Wheldon's baby as is Angel. I don't own the X-men, or the concept of mutants, that's Marvel's baby. I just own this story but I don't have any money so sue someone else. I've changed some of the back-story of Buffy, but I'll explain it along the way.

On Our Wicked Way

Warwickshire, England

"First time in England, sir?" Asked the hotel manager.

"No, not at all," Xander answered without giving the man a second glance. It was of course his first time, just not Eric's. And it would be foolish to ignore that.

After all, through his memories the young man knew his way around this country, and many others.

He'd been in England only a few hours having left Sunnydale and his friends just the night before. He'd worried about money for only a short time, but then remembered a neat little trick of Eric's.

Something most people that knew him wouldn't think he was capable of doing. After all, how many people that were on a first name bases with 'The Master of Magnetism', would believe Eric would stop by Las Vegas.

With his control of metal it wasn't difficult for him to fiddle with the inner workings of a handful of slot machines and then collect his winnings. And it wasn't difficult for Xander either.

So after his little side trip to the city that never sleeps, he was three hundred thousand dollars richer. After that it was no trouble to afford a decent hotel for a few nights.

He needed to put his things in order. Other then the girls in Sunnydale, he had no real friends or family. And with Giles reaction to the teen's mutation, he couldn't live there anymore.

Finally making it to the hotel's main street, Xander put away his two suitcases and laid down on the king sized bed.

The left suitcase and smaller one was for his few clothes and personal effects, pictures of the gang, keepsakes the girls gave him, things of that nature.

The right suitcase and much larger one was for his suit of armor. The black combat boots, he was still wearing. But the rest was in the suitcase. The black leather pants, a dark gray dress shirt with a gray chest plate, and the helmet.

It was the suit of armor he'd purchased at Ethan's costume shop right before Halloween. It wasn't that long ago, but it felt like ages since then. It had been the last time Xander Harris had felt like a kid.

After Halloween things had changed. Ethan it seemed was a Chaos mage, and for his own personal amusement he turned everyone who'd bought a costume from his store into what they wore.

People, who'd dressed, as ghosts became ghosts, those who'd dressed as vampires became vampires, and so on. And when the spell ended they were returned to their former selves. All that is but Xander himself.

Because it wasn't just an everyday costume Ethan had given him, oh no. This was a real suit of armor; the suit had been created for Eric Lehnsherr. Or as the name he goes by now, Magneto.

His costume changed the young man's very DNA, adding an X-gene where there hadn't been one before. Turning him into a mutant, but not just any mutant. He now had the same abilities as Magneto.

The teen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his dark secret; he didn't just have the abilities, no. He had all of Eric's memories; all of them, that is, up until he'd had the suit created.

Which was only a few years ago.

The dark haired teen had Eric's memories, as well his nightmares. He could now remember the Holocaust like he'd lived it. The fear, the starvation, the horror all around him.

He got a front row seat to one of the worst moments of humanity in the last century. Murder, torture, rape, genocide. These were the tools of Germany's Nazi.

And no matter how Xander tried to block those memories out, they always came back. It had taken him weeks before he could control himself during these flashbacks.

Sometimes all that was needed for them to be set off was a smell, a sound, and/or a scream in the night and it all came flooding back. But he had them under control now, if you could call it control.

These memories were now like his own; he remembered the faces of countless victims just like he remembered his 6th birthday. They were a part of him.

With the powers, memories, and nightmares, also came Eric's convictions. His fear of the future, and what humans would do when they learned of the mutants among them.

The war was coming, and Eric had no doubt about that. And neither did Xander. Humans would hoard them into camps and tell them it was for their own good.

They'd throw around words like accidents of nature, and ethnic cleansing. But in the end it was just a Holocaust waiting to wake itself.

Steps had to be made. Things needed to be done before mundane humans knew of mutant kind.

As his eyelids became heavy and sleep tried its best to pull Xander within its dark embrace, he fought against it. His mind busily going over the things that he would need to do.

As it was, he had miles to go before he could rest.