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This story is No. 1 in the series "Xander in Atlantis". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Summary: Xander reflects on a certain someone in Atlantis. Set Post Chosen, and really anytime after Rising pt.2. X/R implied. Drabble.

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Stargate > Xander-Centered > Theme: Atlantis ProjectColdhandsFR151343267,6298 Nov 068 Nov 06Yes
Title: Reflections

Author: Coldhands

Warnings: First fic (posted) and unbeta-ed! Xander/Rodney implied

Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy the Vampire Slayer; I don’t own Stargate Atlantis or Stargate SG-1, all three shows belong to their respective creators. I am making no money from this. Suing me will only get you dust bunnies and lint.

Summary: Xander reflects on a certain someone in Atlantis. Set Post Chosen, and really anytime after Rising pt.2. X/R implied


Atlantis was nice for a city in the middle of an ocean, with no malls or coffee shops to speak of. The people were pleasant enough – none of them had tried to rip out his entrails as of yet – and the military’s presence was tolerable enough. None of the personnel knew who he was, of course, or more importantly, what he was there for. He probably would have been forced to return to Earth a long time ago if they did.

Not that that would stop the Council.

But it was easier this way.

As far as they knew he was just there to help with moving things, cleaning things, fixing things as they broke. None knew the real reason was so the Council could keep an eye on the goings on of the Stargate Program and Atlantis Project. He was to send regular reports, leaving nothing out. So far things were looking good for Atlantis. It was not being run by the military and those who were in charge had enough good sense to keep them from getting totally screwed. The Council had hinted more than once at recalling him and leaving the outpost to its own devices.

Xander sat back on the bench by the balcony in one of his rarer moments of rest. There were things to keep him there.

A flash of blue caught his remaining eye.

Genius, bluntness, loyalty, good sense, and the habit of calling everyone around him an idiot. The sweet sound of Dr. McKay’s snarking at nothing in particular – or everything in particular – reached his ears. The man was even working on getting a six-pack from all the off-world missions he went on, though he was unlikely to ever truly develop one.

Maybe he would stay after all. Space-vampires were reason enough, and he was at least one of the most experienced when it came down to the terrestrial variety.

And being called an idiot had always been a turn-on.


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