A bit of Xander . . .
Oct. 22nd, 2002 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melwilI've never written Xander in my life. But late one night he began talking to me . . .
~*~
He sat in the easy chair, where he was able to see the ocean. It was a strange thing, changing and harsh and just there. He adored it for its very strangness.
His right arm was hurting again, reacting to the threat of rain. The doctor said it might, moisture was no good to old injuries.
The doctor was younger than the other ones he had seen, young and shiny and eager to perform a full and thorough check on his patient. He browsed through Xander's medical records, his eyes growing large at each new injury recorded.
"You must have been in a lot of fights, hey Mr. Harris?"
Xander just smiled.
If he had read closer, the young doctor would have realised that the injuries stopped the year he turned twenty-five. The year he left Sunnydale for good.
~*~
He sat in the easy chair, where he was able to see the ocean. It was a strange thing, changing and harsh and just there. He adored it for its very strangness.
His right arm was hurting again, reacting to the threat of rain. The doctor said it might, moisture was no good to old injuries.
The doctor was younger than the other ones he had seen, young and shiny and eager to perform a full and thorough check on his patient. He browsed through Xander's medical records, his eyes growing large at each new injury recorded.
"You must have been in a lot of fights, hey Mr. Harris?"
Xander just smiled.
If he had read closer, the young doctor would have realised that the injuries stopped the year he turned twenty-five. The year he left Sunnydale for good.