Goldrush by Jerri

By Jerri
Crossover: SG1

The name of this chapter has been changed, as I inadvertently named an actually NHL team. My apologies.

Disclaimer: Not mine, someone Else's.

The young man who walked into nights looked very familiar. Xander was sure he'd seen him somewhere before. Faith and her posse of slayers apparently felt the same way, as they had gone silent and were all staring at the man. He was around six foot, well muscled with light brown hair. His face showed character, lots of character for a twenty something. He was wearing jeans, a hockey shirt for the Colorado Goldrush and a black leather bomber jacket. He headed for the bar, ignoring the eyes on him.

Xander stuck his hand out, "Hi, I'm Xander, welcome to Nights, what can I get you?"

The hand was accepted with a firm grip. "Jon dare I hope that you have Avalanche Ale?"

Xander grinned and grabbed a bottle out of the well, popping the top and handing the distinctive brown bottle to the young man. He propped his butt on the stool, taking a long drink of the beer with a satisfied moan.

"Really enjoying the beer there."

"Well, this road trip has been involved lots of hotels, planes and ice rinks, but this the first place I've found that carries my beer."

"I have a fairly wide spread clientele, I try to keep favorites in."

Jon looked at the wall behind Xander, doing at least one serious double take. "So, souvenir wall?"

"Yep, people tell me stories and once in a while leave a souvenir for me to remember them by."

"That blue thing, what is that to remember?"

Xander looked at the tretonnin injector, remembering a long drawn out pissing contest and a Pixel interrupted arm wrestling match. He grinned, "That is a symbol of freedom to an unusual people. A friend wanted it remembered for his people."

The spit take was a classic, Xander made a note of that one. "You know Teal'c?"

Xander returned the spit take with panache.

"You know Teal'c?"

"Youbetcha, sure. So how do you know the big guy?"

"He comes in, whenever he's in Cleveland?"

"He comes to Cleveland, man, I am really not getting my memos."

About that time, Faith, being oddly polite for Faith, approached. "Excuse me, but you are Jon O'Neill, aren't you?"

Jon grinned at her, "Yeah, sure."

Faith grinned, a big grin, "I saw you play the other day. That was a hell of a block. So are you guys going to win the Stanley cup this year?"

"Well we're gonna try. So far, so good."

A star-struck Faith, well that was something new, Xander unobtrusively moved away to hit speed dial on his cell. "Giles, Xander here. You have got to get to Nights, now. Have Willow send you. You have got to see this." He kept his eye on Faith and Jon, not wanting to miss a second of this. "Show up in my apartment. Yeah, this is something you have got to see." Xander felt the wards tingle as Will teleported Giles in. A moment later Giles stood awe-struck at the top of the stairs, watching as Faith begged the young man at the bar for an autograph.

Jon grinned and signed a napkin for Faith, then looked at Xander. "It's only appropriate that this end up on your wall." He shed his jacket, pulled his jersey off, leaving a white tee-shirt and signed the jersey, handing it to Xander. Please, put it with the symbol of Freedom..

He kissed Faith on the cheek, grabbed his jacket and walked out of the bar.

Faith looked shell-shocked, but delighted. Giles was about to hurt himself restraining giggles. Xander just smiled and pinned the jersey to the wall with the injector. He was still trying to figure out who Jon reminded him of.