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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 22:54:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>TtH Drabble: A New Town</title>
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  <description>Title: A New Town&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: If you recognize a character it doesn’t belong to me. I am not making any profit from this.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Xander moves to a new town.&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: none&lt;br /&gt;Feedback: Yes please I love feed back&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 110&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s notes: this is for &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/tthdrabbles/&quot;&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/tthdrabbles/&lt;/a&gt; . Did not post intime for the challenge. haven&apos;t decided if I&apos;m going to continue with this story. if i do i need to read some of the books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xander leaned against the car door and watched as the houses went by. The girls were thrilled for him. He got to move off the hellmouth, go somewhere safe. No more patrolling. And it wasn&apos;t like he was going to miss being thrown into walls but it also meant no more Buffy or Willow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander smiled. &apos;No more donut boy, no more Zippo. Maybe this won&apos;t be so bad after all.&apos; The car pulled up to a nice house. &apos;This is it.&apos; Xander got out of the car and looked around. &apos;my new home on...&apos; he saw a sign. &apos;Fear Street.&apos; Sigh. &apos;Great. Someone up there must really hate me.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN: for those who didn&apos;t get what the crossover is its the series Fear Street by R.L. Stine</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 22:37:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>TtH Drabble: Baiting</title>
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  <description>Title: Baiting&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 130&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Buffy/Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;Challenge: #038 - Fishing&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don&apos;t own these characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN: another fandom I&apos;ve never written in before but at least I&apos;ve seen almost all of one season of it. Unbeta&apos;d&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &quot;Haven&apos;t you guys every gone fishing?&quot; Xander looked up at the brothers and saw them staring at him in confusion. &quot;Yes, we have but&quot; started Sam &quot;What the hell does that have to with taking out the vampire nest?&quot; Dean said interrupting his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fishing is a good way to take care of them.&quot; He saw the brothers give him a &apos;are you nuts&apos; look. He loved making them do that, it was almost as much fun as their &apos;Xander&apos;d&apos; look when he would babble at them. &quot;Look its simple you have the fishers&quot; he pointed at the three of them. &quot;Then you have the fish, the vamps. Now all we need is to pick the bait. Buffy usually used me as bait but I say we got with Sam.&quot; </description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 22:30:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>TtH Drabble: Bonding</title>
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  <description>Title: Bonding&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 102&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Buffy/SG-1&lt;br /&gt;Challenge: #038 - Fishing&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don&apos;t own these characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN: For TtH Drabbles. Never written in this Fandom before never seen the show before either which is why its mostly Xander. hope its okay. Unbeta&apos;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &apos;Fishing! I cant believe I&apos;m going fishing. there&apos;s just something wrong with this picture. i mean i was almost a fish or fish like... whatever.&apos; Xander sighed and shot a sideways glance at the man beside him. &apos;The things i do for him.&apos; He shot another glance at the man. &quot;Are we there yet?&quot; The man sighed &quot;for the hundredth time, no Xander we are not there yet. I swear Jack if i hadn&apos;t seen the tests for myself I&apos;d think he was your kid not mine.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nope sorry Danny he&apos;s yours. But great minds think alike. what are you snickering at Sam?&quot;,</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 05:36:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Christmas</title>
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  <description>Merry Christmas everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas was good for the most part. yesterday was fun. Went to my Aunt&apos;s where i got to see my cousin and her kids who we only see once a year. played games. ate to much. same old same old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismas morning was the same as its been for years. wake up open hand out the gift for my grandmother, grandfather and me. open them and then after that have eggs and ham for breakfast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This after noon the rest of the famaily came over to open more gifts. Its kind of sad. My grandmothers decided that this will be the last christmas that she&apos;s going to host. but i&apos;m sure it will befine having it at my oldest sisters house.  it will be easier no clean up before or after no worring about the turkeyt and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the most part i had a great christmas. got some great gifts. Spent time with my family and no one got into a fight. The only thing to bug me was my sister Jess.  I know that the two of us were never close but every year we get each other gifts. So i bought her and her kids gifts and what did i get from her? Nothing. And you know it might not have bugged me all that much if she hadnt bought our sister something. Whatever. Next year i wont bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other then that one thing i had a good year. now tomorrow i get to help clean everything up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 21:36:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I finally have a picture i finally have a picture. *jumps up and down with joy.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look isnt it pretty? If you cant tell its Rogue from X2. It happenes to be the first Icon i&apos;ve made. I&apos;ve made four now but am only showing that one right now. i&apos;ll let you know where i got the pic as soon as i remember the site.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 05:07:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Snow Snow Snow</title>
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  <description>It snowed!!! Okay so yes most of it was yesterday and last night but it was enough that my boss called me today and told me not to come to work. So yah snow. now no more until x-mas. i dont need snow on my birthday (tomorrow.) I had that last year and it sucked. It was my 21st and i had plans for my sister to take me out drinking but because of the snow she canceled on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully no more snow. Not that i have any big plans for my b-day at least not tomorrow but still i day of snow is good. I&apos;ve seen it. it was pretty now it needs to melt and be done with until x-mas.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 07:29:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Toast</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt; A toast &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name: &lt;/b&gt; Kacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Email: &lt;/b&gt;  Km84c@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;  I do not own any of these characters and I am not making any money off of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;  G or PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;  A toast on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feedback: &lt;/b&gt; Please I love to hear what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt; makes a small mention of m/m &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count: &lt;/b&gt; 129&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s notes: &lt;/b&gt;  Just a small little bitty Thanksgiving day story.  Happy Thanksgiving Day, guys.  (my header is longer then the fic.) Ment to post this yesterday but forgot to oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander looked around the table, thinking how much difference a year made. Last year he was in Africa with just a few of his slayers not really talking to his family, Now here they all were.  Once more together and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and picked up his glass. “I think we should have a toast. To old friends.” He smiled at Buffy, Willow, Dawn and Giles.  “To new friends.” He looked at the slayers who had stayed for dinner. “To old enemies who are now friends.” He grinned at Faith, Andrew and Angel who the others might have always called friend but for him it was new.  “And to new and true loves.”  He smiled softly at the man sitting next to him. His love. His partner.  Spike.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Nov 2006 16:01:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The count down starts plus other notes</title>
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  <description>I would like to start the count down to my birthday. In just 15 days i will be 22. *jumps around* Party time well almost but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any lovely people out there would like to give gifts I love anything Xandery. Be it icons (since i have no skill in making them) or fics. From M/m to f/m i&apos;m a happy little ducky if i get my xander fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways enough shameless begging *looks at you with puppy dog eyes.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for this update hope to have updates to my stories soon or a new story since i just started one for the november kink thing a TtH. i know how to begin it and i know the endding but all the good middle stuff is harder. i&apos;ve never written a sex scene before so its taking some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m also in a weird mood at the moment it might because i&apos;ve been on the computer since a little before 1 am and its now 8am and so i havent had a whole lot of sleep just from 8pm to 12:30. i should probable go to sleep so i&apos;ll be albe to go to work at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so bye peoples</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 20:34:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Hate Assignment</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Hate Assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Kacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Email:&lt;/b&gt; km84c@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; The Completed Homework assignment from Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; No real pairings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 592&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feedback:&lt;/b&gt; Please Please would love feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s notes: &lt;/b&gt; This story is the completed homework assignment mentioned in Hate. To learn how Xander came to be in Smallville, please read &lt;a href=&quot;http://cinnamon-kat.livejournal.com/2006/10/19/&quot;&gt;A Wish Gone Right.&lt;/a&gt;  And Why he wrote this assignment &lt;a href=&quot;http://cinnamon-kat.livejournal.com/2006/11/05/&quot;&gt; Hate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Lang&lt;br /&gt;Creative Writing &lt;br /&gt;3rd Period&lt;br /&gt;Hate &lt;br /&gt;583 words&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;What does Hate mean to you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the first thing I think about is something my parents taught me before they died. Which is that you should never hate anyone. You can dislike them but never hate them. Because to hate some one means that you wouldn’t care if they died or that you might even want them to and you should never wish that on anyone. So far I can say that I have does as they said I don’t hate anyone might dislike them hate things that they do but don’t hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;What do you Hate about yourself?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is harder. There are plenty of things I dislike but those can change from day to day so I cant really call it hate.  The thing I hate about myself is how I change.  I get that change is good and if it was me growing or something then that would be cool but see I change to fit how people see me or want to see me as the case maybe.   As you know I play football. Well I don’t do it because I like it. I do it because Nell wanted me to, because my dad did. It’s not that bad really but I’m no longer just Alexander, I’m now Xan-Man the football man.  And it seems that colors everything in my life. Teachers don’t expect me to do well, so a lot of times I give them what they expect. Why work hard if they expect me to fail and are will to give me breaks cause I throw a pigskin around.  The guys expect me to be like them. So I act like them.  Why not its easier to be what everyone wants me to be then to tell them that I’m not the person that they see. That I’m so much more then that.  I guess I’m also afraid that if I show who I really am they wont like or except me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing I hate about myself the most is that I’m to scared to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;What do you Hate about others?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier I don’t hate anyone but I do hate some things that they do. Case in point Lana. I love Lana, she’s my sister so of course I do but I hate some of the ways she act.  I hate the way she treats Clark, She knows he likes her and she flirts and leads him on letting him think that maybe some day he would have a shot with her. When in all truth he doesn’t and she knows it. She loves Whitney and she’s not going to break up with him for Clark no matter how cute he is.  She does it because she likes the attention and it makes her feel good about herself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;	Then there’s Clark. I think he’s a great guy. Funny, smart, cute but dumb when it comes to my sister. He’s always falling or bumping into things and I’ve see him when he’s not around her and he’s not like that. Its like he’s so focus on her he doesn’t notice anything or anyone else. But what really bugs me is he takes what she gives him and seems happy with it. She offers him a moment of her then goes and makes out with Whitney in front of him and he still spends the rest of the day on cloud nine just because she talked to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N part 2: I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to write any of the other’s assignments or not. (Can’t really thing what to write.) But if you would like to see them, tell me and it might inspire me to work on them.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 20:23:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hate</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Kacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Email:&lt;/b&gt; km84c@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Xander has an assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Implied Slash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; No real pairings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 824&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feedback:&lt;/b&gt; Please Please would love feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s notes:&lt;/b&gt; This story is for TtH100 my grouping is Xander in Smallville. The prompt is number 48: Hate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the completed Assignments please read &lt;a href=&quot;http://cinnamon-kat.livejournal.com/1629.html&quot;&gt;The Hate Assignments.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd Period- Class Room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kathryn Davidson stood in front of her third period Creative Writing class explaining that night’s homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, class your assignment, if you choose to except it. And you had better or you’ll get an F. Is to answer some questions. The questions are…” She walked over to the black board and began writing. “What does Hate mean to you?  What do you Hate about yourself? What do you Hate about others?  What do you think others Hate about you?  And lastly… What do you Hate about the world you live in?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to face the class. “You have until tomorrow to complete this assignment. You can answer one or five question but you need a minimum of 500 words but no more then a thousand.  Don’t worry about typing it and we won’t be reading these in front of the class. In fact I’ll be the only one to see them, so you can say what you really feel.” She looked up at the clock and noticed they still had five minutes left. “After you copy down the assignment your free to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lunch time- Outside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander sat at what was known as his table. Well really it was the football/cheerleader table but since he was a football player that made it his table.  He had his notebook open in front of him as he tried to think of something to write for Miss Davidson’s assignment. He sighed and looked around tapping his pen against the paper as he did.  He spotted Clark walked across the grounds towards Lana and was going to wave but before he did, Clark tripped on some ones backpack.  ‘I don’t get it. Clark isn’t clumsy. Why is it that every time he gets around my sister he turns into a spaz? And what is she doing flirting with him? Talk about leading him on.’ Shaking his head, Xander looked back down at his paper and began to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate the way she treats Clark, She knows he likes her and she flirts and leads him on letting him think that maybe some day he would have a shot with her. When in all truth he doesn’t and she knows it. She loves Whitney and she’s not going to break up with him for Clark no matter how…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Xan-Man. What you doing?” One of his teammates asked as he took a seat. Three more sat down and waited for his answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed the notebook and shrugged. “trying to work on an assignment for Miss Davidson’s class. Can you believe she actually expects me to do the work? Coach tried talking to her but she wouldn’t budge.  I have to pass her class or not play football.” He shook his head. It had surprised him that she would give extensions or extra “Help” but it was kind of nice not getting special treatment. Not that he’d tell the guys that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man that sucks. Why did you take that class any ways.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thought it would be easy. Plus Miss Davidson is a babe. I didn’t know I would actually have to work hard.” The real reason was not something he planned on telling the guys. ‘like I would really tell them. Well gee guys Clark was talking about taking the class so I signed up to be with him. Yeah Clark Kent the Hot Farm boy who’s in love with my sister and doesn’t seem to realize that I like him. Yeah right. Last thing I need is to come out to the football team. I shouldn’t be like that their my friends. They would understand. I think. Maybe. No its better just not to say anything.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation change as everyone started eating. The guys talking about practice or the homecoming game and the girls about homecoming and what they were going to wear. It went like this until the bell rang and they all left for their next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day past in a blur. Xander either napping through classes or talking to other guys on the team. Never getting into trouble because they were football players and they never got into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day was over and Xander headed home.  Normally he got a ride with Whitney but he was staying after to give Lana a ride home after cheerleading practice.  ‘Man I can’t wait until I can afford a car.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked into the house and up to his room and started doing something he almost never did. His homework.  He pulled out his Hate assignment and started writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next day- 3rd period&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay guys before you go please turn in last nights homework.  No homework this weekend so have fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander placed the assignment on Miss Davidson’s desk and then walked out. Wondering if maybe he should have been a little less honest in his assignment. Oh well to late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N: &lt;/b&gt; Like I said at the top if you would like to read what it is he wrote please read &lt;a href=&quot;http://cinnamon-kat.livejournal.com/1629.html&quot;&gt;The Hate Assignments.&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2006 22:17:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Door Number Two</title>
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  <description>Title: Door Number Two&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kacey&lt;br /&gt;Email: km84c@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG 13 &lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 628&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Xander is offered a choice what does he choose? &lt;br /&gt;Pairing: No romantic pairing but its between Leo and Xander&lt;br /&gt;Feedback: Please I would love some.&lt;br /&gt;Warning: character death&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s notes: This is for the Fic-For-All challenge pairing Leo/Xander. &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Man.” Xander moaned to himself as he slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and then closed them again praying that the sight he had just seen would switch to a hospital room or the apartment he shared with Andrew or hell even the alleyway with the attacking demon would be better. He slowly opened his eyes and sighed. But no it was still the same. Why did things like this always happen to him? He looked around the room. If a place with no walls could be called a room. It filled with white lights and had white columns that didn’t seem to have any purpose, plus there were people in white and gold robes. ‘White light… white robed guys and the floor is a freaking cloud!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck! Am I Dead?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Alexander you are.” One of the robed guys came over and helped Xander to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay so I’m in heaven, guess I can deal with that. Though this isn’t what I pictured, I always pictured… You know I don’t know what I thought it would be but it defiantly wasn’t this. And yeah I know I’m babbling but I think this is the perfect time to babble. I mean if you’re going to babble what could be better then finding out that you’re dead and in heaven. Wait am I babbling about babbling. Wow that’s a new one even for me. Oh God, are the girls all right? They didn’t die to did they? What about Andrew is he okay.” Xander paced in front of the robed guy worried more about his friends being hurt then the fact that he was dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your friends are just fine. Thanks to you. But you’re not in heaven. Nor are you in hell.” He added quickly before Xander could say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled Xander to a less populated area and sat him down. He yanked his hood down letting Xander see his face; he looked to be in his thirties with blond-brown hair and blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The reason you are here and not heaven, Alexander, is because of how you died and how you lived your life. You spent years fighting a fight that wasn’t yours because you knew it was happening and you couldn’t just pretend not to know about it. It is because of that you are being given this choice. You can go to Heaven, where you will be happy, and you won’t have to fight or worry anymore.” He let him think about it for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay that sounds good but what’s behind door number two?” Xander asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Or you become like us. Whitelighters. Guarding Angels to witches and future whitelighters. Some of your chargers will never know what you are; you will just be the person they feel like they can talk too. Others will know of you and will call you when they need your help. Whether it’s for healing or to answers questions they have or just for help with whatever they are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pauses again. “Think it over carefully Alexander. When you have decided just call out Leo and I’ll come back.” Leo then disappeared in a mass of blue and white lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights had barely faded when Xander called out “Leo” The man reappeared and looked at Xander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t need to think about it. I’ve spent the last 10 years fighting” Leo nodded and interrupted Xander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, I’ll take you up to heaven now” Xander raised a hand. “I wasn’t finished, now where was I… oh yeah. I’ve spent the last 10 years fighting, and I’m not ready to quit. So make me or teach me what ever it is you have to do. Make me a whitelighter. But Its Xander, just Xander.”&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A/N: I&apos;m not sure if I should continue this or just leave it here. I guess it depends on if i can think of anything to write for it and if i have time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 21:04:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Wish Gone Right</title>
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  <description>A Wish Gone Right&lt;br /&gt;Title: A Wish Gone Right&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kacey&lt;br /&gt;Email: km84c@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing &lt;br /&gt;Summary: A wish is made and Xander’s life changes.&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: No Pairings. &lt;br /&gt;Rating: G or PG&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 268&lt;br /&gt;Warning: slight very very slight mention of abuse. (blik and you&apos;ll miss it)&lt;br /&gt;Feedback: Please Please would love feedback&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s notes: This story is for TtH100. My grouping is Xander in Smallville. The prompt is number 84: Wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Harris stood at her kitchen counter cooking dinner for her husband. The front door slammed making her jump and spill her ever-present beer. She glared down at the spill then looked fearfully into the living room to see if Tony had seen that she had made a mess. Luckily he was to busy yelling at Xander to notice. She leaned down to clean it up before Tony came in for his dinner. She listened as Tony yelling at the boy and muttered to herself. “It’s his fault. If he hadn’t slammed the door I wouldn’t have made a mess. If he were a better son, Tony would be happier. If I hadn’t had him I wouldn’t have married Tony. Everything bad in my life is because of him. I wish I had never had him.” Jessica never noticed that the window was open or heard the whisper that would change her life and so many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman who was walking past the Harris house smiled as she whispered “Done.” Normally she would never grant a wish for a woman like that but since the boy refused to wish for anything and this wish could work in his favor she decided to go for it. Besides it would cause such a fuss. All the lovely chaos to be had with one wish. She grinned as Xander disappeared from the Harris house and all the lives he had touched changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alexander wake up. Were going to be late for school.” Xander opened his eyes and blinked up at his twin sister. “Okay Lana I’m up I’m up.”</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 21:52:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>TtH100 Prompt List</title>
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  <description>I have decided to join &lt;a href=&quot;//community.livejournal.com/tth100/&quot;&gt;TtH100&lt;/a&gt; Which we have a 100 prompts (the table below)and need to use them to write stories. We had to choose a character, pairing, or season of AtS/BtVS.  I picked Xander/Smallville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;130&quot;&gt;001. Moon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;115&quot;&gt;002. Death&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;115&quot;&gt;003. Love&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;115&quot;&gt;004. Prophecy&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width=&quot;115&quot;&gt;005. Pets&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;006. Blood&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007. School&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008. Illness&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009. Writing&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010. Dreams&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011. Night&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012. Sunlight&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013. Winter&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014. Earth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015. Fire&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016. Water&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017. Air&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018. Soul&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019. Pain&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020. Weddings&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;021. Traitor&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022. Space&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023. Pride&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024. Anger&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025. Jealousy&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;026. Money&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027. Fear&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028. Curse&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029. Heartache&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030. Costumes&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;031. Friends&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032. Snow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033. Pumpkin&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034. Luck&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035. Turkeys&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;036. Past&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037. Birthday&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038. Legends&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039. Funeral&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040. Birth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;041. Doctor&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042. Time Travel&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043. Castle&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044. Clouds&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045. Dimensions&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;046. Universe&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047. Fantasies&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://cinnamon-kat.livejournal.com/2006/11/05/&quot;&gt;048. Hate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049. First Times&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050. Devil&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;051. Sin&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;052. Evil&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;053. Good&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;054. God/dess&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;055. Heaven&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;056. Drinking&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;057. Star&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;058. Villain&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;059. Fight&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;060. Lake&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;061. Planet&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;062. Game&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;063. Computer&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;064. Diary&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;065. Vampire&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;066. Were-animal&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;067. Immortal&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;068. Hero&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;069. Spell&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;070. Destruction&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;071. River&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;072. Fresh&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;073. Worship&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;074. Faith&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;075. Ink&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;076. Deceit&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;077. Annoy&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;078. Travel&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;079. Stumble&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;080. Party&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;081. Wet&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;082. Gloves&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;083. Picture&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://cinnamon-kat.livejournal.com/785.html&quot;&gt;084. Wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;085. Watcher&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;086. Forest&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;087. Hot&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;088. Ring&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;089. Exclamation&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;090. Angst&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;091. Examine&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;092. Green&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;093. Future&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;094. Portal&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;095. Cold&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;096. UST&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;097. Bonds&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;098. Club&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;099. Torture&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;100. Dry&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 19:37:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome</title>
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  <description>Welcome to my Live journal. I&apos;m Kacey or Cinnamon Kat. This Journal is going to be used for my Fanfiction stories. So please stick around and you can see what i&apos;ve written.</description>
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