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Xander the Maou

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Summary: Xander picks up a strange sword at Ethan's, and becomes the demon king! Now with Stargate and Discworld!

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered
Anime > Kyo Kara Maou
Literature > Sir Terry Pratchett
Stargate > Xander-Centered
NerdgirlFR183638,60616290305,85820 Mar 085 Aug 13No

Chapter 10

The antiseptic smell was the first thing that registered to Xander, as he slowly worked his way towards consciousness. The next was an overwhelming sense of weakness, followed by a blinding white light. He found himself lying flat on his back on scratchy cotton sheets, with a suspicious draft that told him he was once again suffering the indignity that is the common hospital gown. He sighed softly, his mind still foggy. Then he remembered the soldier boys he had taken little notice of on their arrival. That did not bode well for their future, but if he was in a hospital, that meant at least someone was concerned enough to keep him alive and in good condition. Good condition...but for what purpose? They had seen what he could do; hopefully they wouldn't want to dissect or study him. Suddenly, he sat up, looking around wildly. "Kendra? Where...?"

Gentle hands eased him back down onto the bed. A soothing female voice answered, "The girl you were with? She's fine, a bit rough, so we're keeping her sedated, but she'll be ok."

Xander looked up to see a beautiful but somewhat stern redhead leaning over him. She wore a white labcoat, but there was something too neat, too...disciplined about her demeanor. "Are you military?" he asked.

"I'm Major Doctor Janet Frasier, U.S. Air Force," she replied. "You can call me Dr. Frasier. You are in an Air Force base in Colorado, USA, planet Earth. Can you tell me your name?"

"Oh, I'm Xander Harris, I'm from California. My friend is Kendra, she actually doesn't have a last name, or at least, not one she'll admit to. Sorry for dropping in on you like this. Once Kendra wakes up, we'll be happy to be on our way." Xander tried to act casually, but inside he felt nervous; materializing inside an Air Force base, lots of guns; no matter how nice the lady doc seemed, there'd be no telling when she'd be ordered to start experiments.

The doctor smiled at him. "I'm afraid you'll have to be our guests for a while; you...arrived in a secure location of a top-secret facility. We'll have to debrief you before we can let you go, especially given the...unorthodox method in which you arrived." At Xander's worried look, she continued. "Don't worry, we don't mean you any harm. We just need to make sure of what we're dealing with. Now, if you'll just rest, I'll inform the General that you're awake."

Great, just great. He could just picture a military-style interrogation. Hopefully their interrogators would be humane, but that might be too much to hope for. A secret base, they just HAD to get caught up with the military. They'd be lucky to get out alive.

Xander was so caught up in his musings that he didn't register the doctor leaving the room. So, needless to say, he was startled to hear a male voice standing next to him.

"So, kid, I see you're awake. Who are you and where did you come from?" The question came from a graying man in what looked like military casual wear: black t-shirt and camo pants. His companion, a younger man similarly attired but with glasses snorted.

"Really, Jack, subtlety really escapes you, doesn't it?" the younger man asked.

"Never really saw the point of dancing around the questions. I'll leave that up to diplomats and politicians. Besides, Daniel, if we did things your way, we'd be here for days."

Xander smirked. If they wanted to play good cop, bad cop, let them. At least it was amusing. Any interrogation that started with its own comedy routine instead of fists and hoses was good enough for him. Especially if it took some of the focus off him. "Um, my name is Xander Harris, I'm from Sunnydale, California. I...I don't really know how I got onto your base, but I really wasn't trying to come here. Now, if you guys wouldn't mind, could I maybe get your names? Cause otherwise I'll have to make up some really annoying nicknames, which you probably really wouldn't like at all." In the the distance, he could hear a muffled snort of laughter from the doctor.

The two looked at each other. Finally, the younger man spoke. "Oh, right, introductions. I'm Doctor Daniel Jackson, archaeology not medicine, and this is Col. Jack O'Neill."

"Yeah, sure, nice to meetcha," said the Colonel. "Now what I don't really like is when people start off on the wrong foot. Namely, by lying to me. We found a student ID card on you, and ran a check. There is no Sunnydale, California. The closest is a SunnyVALE. And you don't show up at all. The wormhole that you came through started on the dullest UNPOPULATED planet you can imagine, and we didn't see you there. So either you were invisible, or you were planted here by some alien technology. What was it?" He crossed his arms.

Looking thoughtful, Xander frowned. "No Sunnydale, huh? Wonder what else is different about this reality?" he muttered almost to himself. "We really did come from Sunnydale; our...wormhole, or whatever the science geeks might call it, that we used must have latched on to yours when we were crossing realities. We were traveling pretty randomly, the power must have latched on to your wormhole like a magnet."

The Doctor...Jackson? looked at his companion with eager eyes. "That might explain their arrival, Jack. Of course, we'd have to ask Sam about the science involved."

Xander had to chuckle; the man looked like an eager puppy, and about as calm as Willow on mochas.

Daniel continued. "So, Xander, what kind of technology were you using to cross realities? Was it something like the Stargate? Or a Quantum Mirror?"

O'Neill interrupted. "Daniel, for Christsakes! He's a teenager! And if we believe him, how would a teenager in CALIFORNIA of all places get access to that kind of technology?" The two men turned to Xander.

Blushing, the teen replied, "Well, some of my friends are real geniuses with technology; it happened at the school, and it was completely untested. Kendra and I wouldn't even have used it if we'd had any other choice. As it was, the snake was getting too close, and the explosives were about to go off. We just barely made it; in fact, we cut it a little too close there, since Kendra got hurt."

"Yeah, about that...how DID you save her? We found no traces of alien technology, and Janet says you test out as human, but no human I know of has glowy hands or cat eyes." Trust the Colonel to find the question that Xander MOST wanted to avoid.

Hey, wait a minute..."CAT eyes?! What do you mean, I had CAT EYES?!"

The two military men chuckled. Doctor Jackson raised an eyebrow in amusement. "No comment about the glowing hands? Janet checked your eyes for a concussion after you passed out, and your eyes had slit pupils for a while. So, are you an alien? Or some kind of Ascended?"

Xander started at the last one. "No, nothing like that. I just got caught up in something a couple of years back, and it left me with a bit of healing powers. Up until now, I didn't know about the eyes, though." He yawned. "Sorry, it's just that I used up so much energy; I don't think I really HEAL so much as just give the other person some of my own life force to help their body heal itself faster."

Doctor Frasier took that as her cue to step in and declare the interrogation...er...interview over for the day. She shoo'd out the two, admonishing them to let her patient get some rest.

* * *

Outside

"So, what do you think, Jack?"

"He managed to evade a lot of the issues. He's definitely hiding something. And did you catch the comment about the snake? What would a Goa'ould be doing attacking a school in California?"

"That's true, that is unusual, to say the least. Still, we can test to see if he's telling the truth about being from an alternate reality easily enough. If he is, he shouldn't be in any danger from Entropic Cascade Failure; after all, we didn't find any information on his existence in this reality."

"We'll see. In the meantime, we can wait and try talking to him again. And when his friend...Kendra? wakes up, maybe we'll get more answers out of her."



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