First Mission: Classified
Disclaimer: Xander and Willow are Whedon's, James Bond is... Ian Fleming's? Someone elses...
Ridding the world of evil was definitely enough work, but Xander had never really given up his love of carpentry. And considering all the work he'd done fixing up the Summers' house, a part-time repair shop seemed ideal. Willow had even created a inter-dimensional calling card labeled “Mr. Fix-It.”
A small badge on his lapel glowed a soft green, and Xander touched it, grinning with excitement. He then blinked as he took in his position behind a bar. A suave looking man looked up from his perusal of a shapely blonde to order.
“Martini, shaken, not stirred.”