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Summary: Xander joins the Scoobies in Rome for a reunion and meets Buffy’s new boyfriend.

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Literature > Classics > TarzanGreywizardFR1311,9211153,9081 Jan 071 Jan 07Yes
Disclaimer: All of the Buffy characters belong to Crack-Head Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc., I'm just borrowing them for a while. Jack Clayton belong to whoever now owns Edgar Rice Burroughs' estate. There is no intent to profit from this. Only the story is mine, and even that is negotiable.

Category: Another insane trip through the halls of my muse's imagination. This was inspired by ‘The Tarmangani Diary’ by pythia and is being offered with the blessing of the original author, for which I give many thanks.

Summary: Xander joins the Scoobies in Rome for a reunion and meets Buffy’s new boyfriend.

Time frame: Post Season Seven BTVS

Character Bashing: Absolutely none.

Author's Notes 1: You really should read ‘The Tarmangani Diary’ by pythia before reading this, in order to fully understand who Jack really is. You can find it here: http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-11168/pythia+The+Tarmangani+Diary.htm

Author's Notes 2: Thanks to Lori Bush, Tim Joy, Bill Haden and Drake the Archr for beta-ing this story.

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Leonardo Da Vinci Airport
Rome, Italy


"Xander! Over here!"

The beautiful brunette who was jumping around and waving energetically from the other side of the gate would have drawn his attention, regardless, even if he hadn't heard her calling his name. Devastating blue eyes met his and he blinked in surprise as he took in the ravishing beauty who was yelling his name.

“Dawn?” he said, half-disbelievingly as he took in the sleekly attired young woman who was heading towards him as he made his way through Customs’ labyrinth of barricades and gates.

“Duh! Who was it who told you that they’d pick you up at the airport, doofus?” she demanded, sounding very much like Cordy would have at that age, he thought, as she threw her arms around his neck, hugged him and kissed his cheek before stepping back and looking him over with a critical eye.

“You’re looking a lot better than the last time I saw you,” she commented.

“You're a lot more relaxed. And you’ve lost some weight,” she noted. “Or maybe just turned it into muscle,” she wondered aloud as she gave him a second, more appraising look.

“Yeah, roaming across several thousand miles of wild outdoors-y type terrain tends to help you get rid of any extra weight you might be carrying around with you,” Xander nodded his agreement with her comment.

“And the added incentive of being able to run away at top speed from the local wildlife and anything else that might be chasing you probably figures in a bit there, too,” he added with the same smirk that had been so noticeably lacking after they had left the Sunnydale Crater behind them, Dawn noticed.

{ I’m really glad Giles decided we needed to have this reunion, } she thought to herself as she reached out to grab his hand. { It's been too long since we were all together at the same time. }

”So, who’s the stiff standing back by the vending machines, glaring and giving me the evil eye for talking to you?” Xander then asked, indicating with a nod a middling tall, dark-haired youth a short distance away.

“Xander!” Dawn smacked his arm as she frowned at him for his comment. “That’s Stefan, and he’s no stiff!

“He’s a friend of mine from University, and I want you to be nice to him,” she half-growled as she gave him what he was certain was intended to be an intimidating look. Unfortunately for her, after having been threatened by the likes of Angelus, Drusilla and a half-dozen assorted other would-be Big Bads in the past year and a half, her expression reminded him more of an annoyed puppy than anything truly menacing.

“Oh-ho!” he smiled with newly-discovered delight. “So, I’m supposed to make nice with Stefan, huh? Has Buffy already given him the shovel speech, or do I get to be the first to do that, instead?” he asked with what the younger woman decided was, without an doubt, an extremely evil and fiendish grin.

“Xander!” This time his name came out with more of a whine reminiscent of the pre-adolescent who had tagged around after him, Buffy and Willow during high school.

“I think I’m *really* going to be enjoying this reunion, Dawnie,” he announced brightly, as he slid an arm around the gorgeous brunette and began dragging her along with him as he headed towards the now scowling youth waiting for them by the vending machines.

“Come on, Dawn, hurry up! Now I can’t wait to meet Stefan!”

“XANDER!”

Thinking quickly on how to best save her boyfriend, Dawn went for a distraction.

“You know Faith and Wood broke-up, right?”

“It got mentioned,” he replied, not deviating in the slightest from his intended target. “By Buffy, Giles, Willow, Rona and, oddly enough, Wood, too. You know, as matchmakers go, you guys are about as subtle as a ten-pound sledge.”

Arriving in the vicinity of the now nervously-awaiting teen, Xander smiled (more than a bit ferally, in Dawn’s opinion, and appearing to be enjoying it far too much) and opened with an old, but trusted, standard.

“So, you know I own a shovel, right?”

“XANDER!”

~~~

Il Convivio Troiani Restaurant
Rome, Italy

“So, Buff, when Giles stopped by the compound a couple months back, he mentioned something about you dating a guy named Morty,” Xander announced casually from where he was sitting next to Faith as he watched the petite blonde trying not to look overly eager or anxious as she scanned the other guests moving around the most definitely upscale restaurant where the reuniting survivors of Sunnydale’s implosion were all meeting.

“Is that short for Mortimer, or something even more embarrassing?”

He noticed, but ignored, the low-voiced gasps of dismay from Dawn and Andrew and Willow's sputtering near-choking on her drink and the somewhat louder snickering from Faith, Kennedy, Vi and Rona at his question and kept his eyes fastened on the diminutive blonde and not on how the suppressed laughter did amazing things to the various Slayers’ chests (Willpower, thy name is Xander!), waiting calmly as she turned from her inspection of the incoming crowd to face him with a frown on her lovely features. Giles and Robin, for their part, merely maintained a noncommittal silence as they watched events unfold, although the only-partially hidden grins on their faces gave away their amusement at his question.

“Actually, Xander, his name is Jack,” Buffy answered in a somewhat frosty tone of voice, with a narrow-eyed look that had caused more than one demon to cringe in fear over the last two years. “Jack Clayton, to be exact." The effect her look had on the ex-carpenter was non-existent, to judge by his reaction.

“I think what you meant was Giles' referring to a nickname he picked up while he was still living in Africa,” she added after a moment. “Some people there called him ‘The Immortal.’”

The tone of her voice as she spoke made her opinion of such ‘people’ quite clear, along with the idea that anyone listening would do well to steer clear of them if they wished to maintain their current state of health.

“Jack Clayton, eh?” Xander repeated the name thoughtfully as he took a sip of his wine. “I heard a lot of things about someone with that name while I was in Africa. Even met the guy a time or two. He goes by some other names, too.

“Like Korak the Killer,” he elaborated, as he got up from his chair, this comment earning him a surprised look from pretty much everyone present.

”And if I’m not mistaken – and I know I’m not – that’s him, now,” he added as he moved around their table and headed towards a tall, well-built, dark-haired man who was approaching the alcove holding their party.

Buffy spun around in her chair to look in the direction indicated and let out a small gasp of surprise upon seeing her current paramour making his way towards their table.

“Korak! Do you remember what I told you the last time I saw you?” Xander demanded loudly as he stood between the Scoobies and the newcomer, the expression on his face one that Dawn recognized with concern as the one he wore when someone or something might possibly threaten one or more of 'his girls.'

Behind them, Buffy was trying to hurriedly slide out from her seat on the far side of the table and get between the two men in an effort to avert, or at least minimize, what looked to be an impending explosion, while everyone else present was watching with rapt attention.

“I remember your words perfectly, Harris,” the newcomer replied, an equally foreboding expression on his own face.

“You told me that two of the most beautiful women you’d ever had the privilege of knowing lived in Rome, and that if I was ever fortunate enough to meet them, that the incredibly gorgeous brunette was far too young for me to even consider dating. You also said that her equally beautiful blonde sister, who was unquestionably far too good for me, also, had probably had as many weird things happen to her in her life as I had in mine,” Clayton stated in a flat voice.

"And I think you also said something about your keeping a shovel handy, in case I ever made her cry," he then added with an unexpected grin that made his features suddenly shift from menacing to extremely affable.

“Oh, good,” Xander said, his own smile now lighting up his face as he stepped forward to meet the other as they enveloped each other in a backslapping bear hug. “I thought you might have forgotten, what you being almost as old as dirt and all.”

"Hey there, kid, have some respect for your elders," Jack admonished with a laugh, as Buffy and the rest of their party (with the exception of Giles, who was watching with a wide smile on his face) stared in astonishment at the unexpected reversal in the pair's anticipated actions.

"By the way, your parents told me to tell you they're expecting you to drop by soon, so they can finally meet the Buffster," Xander added with an even wider grin as he turned to motion the seemingly paralyzed Slayer forward with a wave of his hand.

"You haven't been telling Dad any stories about Buffy, have you, Xand?" Jack asked with a suspicious frown at his now-grinning friend, as his girlfriend's head moved back and forth between the two men with each conversational shift, like a spectator at a tennis match.

"Well, I might have mentioned that time Buffy was fighting off all three of those Apocalypse demons who were trying to reopen the Hellmouth, all by herself," Xander admitted, trying unsuccessfully to conceal his enjoyment at the other man's discomfort.

"Oh man, what did you go and do something like that for, Xand?! You know that now Dad's gonna want to invite her to go wrestle crocodiles with him when we visit!" Jack complained with a frown.

"And that would be a bad thing, how?" Xander asked with a completely false expression of innocent surprise on his face.

"Hey, Buff, how's you and Dawnie getting a couple pair of crocodile skin boots and matching purses sound?" he suggested as he turned to look at the diminutive blonde.

“I want some boots, even if they don’t!” Faith threw in from her position at the table, a wide grin on her face as she enjoyed the show in front of her.

{ Xand's right, } Dawn decided, giggling along with the others at the dumbstruck expression on her sister's face as she suffered a ‘blonde moment’ while she tried to follow her boyfriend and her best friend's conversation.

“Wait a minute!” she could hear Buffy saying in a very confused tone of voice. “You guys know each other?”

{ This reunion is gonna be a *lot* of fun! }

FIN


For those not familiar with the crossover, Jack Clayton is Tarzan's only son and is also known Korak the Killer. More information can be found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korak.

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