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Well here is my first story for this prompt, it's based on the story of the little duck that things he doesn't belong to his family and find out after some adventures in the real world that he was just a different brand... and find happiness in joining his family of swans...

it's not an exact match but it really made me think of the following:

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The Ugly Duckling (BTVS-Xander)
Pat (May 2008)

Rating: PG, BtVS, Xander

THE UGLY DUCKLING

The sleepy town wouldn't realize how many of its teenagers were roaming the deserted streets late at night. Most folks knew about The Bronze and some other choice locations that catered to the night crowd but nothing specific ever raised their eyebrows. At least Xander wouldn’t invite any stupefied look. He just plain didn't register on most people radar. Not that he wasn’t cute, not that he wasn't tall and capable of thought. Not the greatest thoughts but who'd be really asking for that anyway? Not his friends for sure. Like everyone else, they noticed his non-assuming ways, his non-threatening ways, his follower mentality.

"Daddy, what kind of toddler was I" he would ask when he was young.

"Always in your mother skirts, boy!" would answer derisively his dad.

"Mommy, what kind of man will I be, when I'll grow up?" he'd ask once in a while to his mom.

"A lazy couch potato like your dad" was the snickering answer he would get most of the time.

He wasn't the unhappiest kid in the world, really. He just did not have the most amazing role models to look after. And came Willow, his buddy, and his best friend.

"Willow, what can I be when I'll be old?" he would whisper with hope in his broken heart.

"The best you can be, dear friend" she would encouragingly answer in a whisper.

It was nice of her, but Willow was always nice, she was family, almost... The one he wished he had. Was he stolen from the nursery at birth? What did he do wrong as a kid for his parents to think he wasn't theirs? He could have guessed as much anyway, he was congenial, and they weren't. He was a pacifist, they kept kicking his butt, yep: they were different, light-years apart one could say. Maybe someone exchanged him with that new girl in school. Buffy is her name. She seems to like kicking people's butt too, and always beleaguering him and anyone around as well.

Her mom is cool though. All quiet and love; just like himself. How will he ever find where he belongs? Will he ever feel at home?

~~~~

His body is broken, bloodied; the Hellmouth is kicking their asses once again. How long has it been since he had enjoyed a nice evening with the girls, a pizza, a movie if not a research session at the library. Time has passed, life kicked his and their butts, much better than his dad ever did. Heck, even the supposed lazy gene in the family has long been driven out of him now that he was a bona fide sidekick, maybe even a hero...

Seven years now, he'd been with the gang, keeping Sunnydale safe, keeping his friends and family safe and another mighty battle is looming ahead.

And now with blood seeping over his eye, blinded and dazed he thinks again about those formative years. He had felt so out of place, so different, so insecure.

Today, he had seen one more fight, too many of his friends were hurt, too many of his bones cracked but he finally knew with certainty what he really was; A beautiful, essential, beloved member of this heroic family. And with his worth clear in mind, he rose for another hurrah, he rose to be in the midst of his family, because they made him belong, and he knew, he finally knew in his heart of heart that he wasn't the ugly little duckling his parents convinced him he was. He could die or live, knowing he was a beautiful swan!

The end.

~*~

Our dear friend and member Wereleopard suggested a new topic to our summer challenge: rewriting any Fairy tale of our choice with current characters from verses we love.
The fiction work can be as short or as long as you want. Try to stay as true as possible to the original direction of the tale, even if you want to take liberties with the format and story structure.

Present your work in the following format:
Title and author if known of original fairy tale
Title, your name, verse explored
text of the fic
Small commentary from you telling us what was particularly compelling in the fairy tale you pick or/and the story you wrote

To help you get started here are a few links that maybe useful. if you roam the net and find more places to add to this list please do not hesitate to post them in this thread.
Review and summaries of commonly known fairy tales:
http://www.comedyimprov.com/music/schmoll/tales.html
All 209 fairy tales by the Grimm brothers:
http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~spok/grimmtmp/
Similar work for the tales by Hans Christian Andersen:
http://hca.gilead.org.il/
Here you will find fables, fairy tales and other nursery stories:
http://www.ivyjoy.com/fables/index.shtml


Good luck to all participants and let's have some fun!
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