Disclaimer: Xander and the other characters of BTVS/AtS belong to Joss Whedon. Sid (the demon, not any others) belongs to me, and anyone else showing up will belong to others as well.
Note: This started out as the last drabble in a collection, but CPTSkip got me thinking about the consequences of Xander's wish (thanks!), so I think I'll actually be able to make a decent story out of this. If anyone has any suggestions as to what Xander can try to fix, let me know! And now, where "10 Things Xander Never Fixed" left off...
“Look, kid, this isn't something you get a choice in anymore. You ARE the Fix-it god, you WILL be called on to use your powers. Deal with it.”
Xander Harris, newly ascended God of Repair, paced back and forth in his Cleveland-based repair shop, watching his life slip away from him. Bad enough that Willow's inter-dimensional calling cards had given him a slew of jobs that were just not something a one-eyed carpenter could deal with. Now, when he finally did come across a job that he had wished beyond anything else to be able to fix, he made the fatal mistake of actually wishing it. Out loud. Where ever Anya was, she must be yelling at him right now.
Wait, there was a thought.
“So, I can fix anything now, right? So if I choose to fix--”
“Don't even go there, kid. I know what you're thinking. Anyanka is needed elsewhere right now; there will be no bringing her back to your world, alright?”
“And why not?! I brought Tara back for Willow, didn't I? Why can't I save Anya?!” Xander fumed, reluctant to let this one hope go.
“You were able to bring back the witch because she was not supposed to die. And some things just need to happen. We left before you could see, but Willow still thinks she's dead. It'll be several days, a flaying and a near apocalypse before she finds out the truth. Another reason is because this was the only way we could figure out how to get you into this gig, see? Never say that the Powers are not generous when it suits them to be.”
“Oh, yeah, they're real saints. So, you're saying that Anya was supposed to die?” he spat venomously.
“Technically, yes. See, she's needed in a different dimension now. The Powers decided that her experience as the Patron of Scorned Women was fairly important, so they set her up.”
“Are you telling me those bastards made my Anya into a demon again?!”
“No, kid. Just gave her the powers to make a difference. Just like you. Now, I'm not here to talk about her. You'll probably see her some time or another as it is; inter-dimensional beings are like that. So, do you have any more questions, or can I send you to your first job already?”
“I've been a god all of ten minutes, and I've already been invoked?” Xander asked incredulously.
The demon shrugged. “You're the God of Repair, kid. And things ALWAYS need fixing, no matter where you are. This first one is pretty basic, low on the turmoil if you do this right.”
Xander stared at his messenger, trying to make everything equate in his head. Deciding that it was hopeless, he sighed and slumped his shoulders defeated.
“Fine, whatever. I'm too tired to argue with you anymore right now. Beam me up, Scottie.”
“It's Sid, actually. Siddhartha”
“Nice. Dawnie read your book. Didn't like it, as far as I remember.”
“It's NOT my book! That was my name hundreds of years before that Hermann guy was even born!”
“Ooh, sore point. Score.”
“I see it'll be wonderful to be working with you, O Rectifying One.”
'Nother Note: Sid's name really isn't from the book. Nothing to do with it. Also has nothing to do with the Buddha. Any resemblances to anyone else with this name is completely coincidental. Really. I just liked how it sounds, so I choose it. It's just one of those quirks about vengeance demons; normal nicknames, and ancient full names (Anyanka, Halfric...now Siddhartha!)