Petty

Call him petty, call him vindictive, call him spiteful, call him just plain mean but Xander knew what he was going to do with Master P.C.

He was going to get ****. Those who had wronged him would rue the day that they had crossed him. But in the most spiteful way possible, a long slow torturous grinding down of their will to live, **** by a thousand paper cuts was his goal. And all in a way that was easy for him to deny being culpable in. The best kind of **** was the kind you got away with. So who was on his hit list?

Xander actually had to stop and think. Who deserved his vengefulness... if that was the word he wanted. Who pissed him off enough to reap what had been sown.

Angel or Angelus or whatever. After all he had done he definitely deserved something bad happening to him. But that bad had to weighed against whatever small amount of good he had done when he first got here to sunnydale. **** was warranted but it had to be weighed against the fact that Angel was useful in the fight against evil. So whatever he did it couldn't jeopardize Angel's ability to fight.

What to do... what to do.... What to do to the guy who got Buffy? Xander hmmed as an idea occured. What really mattered to a guy? Their dick. He would know, afterall it was the first thing Xander had thought of when he got Master P.C. was his own dick. And then it was his ability as a lover. Soooo... what to do to Angel? Micro penis or impotence?

Why not both?

08- the vampire known as Angel/Angelus has a penis that when is fully erect is two inches long.

09- part of the Romani curse the vampire known as Angel/Angelus suffers under is being impotent and unable to achieve an erection.

Xander lurched in surprise as the split second of the phantom fire he'd come to think of as reality rewriting itself burned it's way thru him. And as he clamped his eyes shut with a wince he remembered the world as it was and as it now is. How the hell could making Angel a limp micro dick effect him? And the answer to that question was...?

"Holy shit." xander looked up in surprise as he needed to verify what it was he was remembering. And it was true. "Holy shit." xander gaped as his eyes beheld Jenny Calender sitting behind the teachers desk, happily looking over her computer class. A living breathing Jenny Calender.

And all because he gave Angel a limp dick. What the fuck?

What the fuck happened? What butterfly flaps its wings chaos theory thing did he do to make it so that Jenny Calender was still alive? Looking away from the very much still alive and looking good- was Ms. Calender always that sexy? Xander shook himself and tried to remember what had happened in the new past. So he gave Angel the limp micro dick and then.... Xander had to fight back a snort as he suddenly realize what had changed. No erection no moment of perfect happiness. Angel hadn't been able to fuck Buffy. So he'd never broken the curse and become Angelus again. And never went on a killing spree.

Xander smiled, he couldn't help himself. He'd actually saved Jenny Calender. And about twenty or thirty other people, they'd never really been able to pin down how many people Angelus had killed.

An it had been an accident.

"Holy fucking shit." Sitting back Xander looked from Master P.C. to Jenny Calender. From this moment on he would have to look at everything he wanted to do with Master P.C. and try to figure out what would change if he monkeyed with the past. This time he managed to save a whole bunch of people. But next time? Next time he could fuck the world into a Bradbury 'Sound of Thunder' type nightmare.

"No pressure." Xander sighed. Here's to hoping the next change was a small change and not an unintentional big change.