I have no idea where this bunny came from but it would not leave me
alone. If anyone wants to take part of this then feel free. Just let
me know so I can read it.
I don't own Quartermain or any of the Buffy characters.
Xander huffed in irritation as a little kid grabbed the last
automatic weapon from the bargain bin in the costume shop.
"Great, now what am I going to do now."
Xander dug through the bits in pieces in the bin slowly pushing
things to the sides until he found something buried under the rest of
the assorted crap.
"A bolt action rifle, it's metal even, and hey it has moving parts."
All of a sudden the creepy store owner materialized next to Xander.
"Ah yes, a good find there lad, that was a reproduction piece used in
a movie that was half finished shooting when one of the main
characters died. A pity that was the only part of the costume I got
in my last shipment. Do you have a costume it would go well with?"
"Yes sir, my grandfather has spent most of his life in Africa and
this is the sort of weapon he favors. He also left some of his
clothes behind to make room for souvenirs. I'll just wear some of his
bush clothes and the hat he gave me."
"Yup, should make a decent costume to go as Quartermain on safari.
Snyder wanted us to go as a historical figure, this'll work as well
as a Medal of Honor winner. That's what the soldier costume would
Ethan completely ignored the last part of Xander's statement, "Did
you say Quartemain? The Quartermain? "
"Yuppers, my parents might not be much but my grandparents are
something to be proud of."
"I guess so lad, wait here a moment while I take this in back and get
the price tag off for you."
Ethan all but ran to the back of the store to up the power of the
spell on the rifle while Xander looked confused.
"But it doesn't have a price sticker on it; it was in the bargain
A month had passed since Xander had dressed as his grandfather for
Halloween. He now understood why his Grandfather would get to certain
points in his bed time stories and pause a minute before skipping
over some of the things that had happened, the man had seen some
truly horrific things in his life and knew more about demons in the
guise of men that he had ever wanted to.
Vampires were just the tip of the iceberg as far as monsters in
Africa were concerned. Many villages revered Quartermain as the man
Africa wouldn't let die. The fact that he still tried to help out the
various villages with their demon problems made him very popular and
he was considered a holy man. Which explained why Spike had exploded
after drinking from Xander on Halloween. Of course the fact that the
spell had already ended when this happened had made Xander more than
a little nervous. Xander had been relieved to hear from his
grandfather two weeks later when the man had reached enough
civilization to get a working phone he could use.
Xander was down right thrilled to find out his grandfather was coming
to visit. Mr. Quartermain remembered all of the details of the night
that had had Xander riding shotgun in his own body. He was not
pleased with Ethan Rayne in any way shape or form and fully intended
to track him down and "chat" with him at length.
"Your too young to drink in here kid, Slayer's friend or not."
"I'm not drinking here Willy, I'm just getting my grandfather for
dinner. Mom made a roast and she'd like him to join us."
"What are you on kid? There's no humans in here tonight unless you
count the one in the corner and that's kind of iffy all things
Xander looked over and saw his grandfather sipping whiskey and
looking through a journal, the rest of the bar was giving him nervous
looks and staying away from him. Xander was pretty sure the reason
for this involved the fresh bullet holes he could see in the walls
that were ringed with dust and slime.
"Yup that's him."
The demons in the room who had overheard were now looking at Xander
with a new kind of respect, being the friend of a slayer was unusual
but being related to this living legend was different. Slayer's were
fairly common and had a notoriously short lifespan, the fact that
this human had broken a major prophecy had given him a small amount
of notoriety but possibly his relation to the man who won't die was
part of the reason instead of it just being a fluke. The fact that
Quartermain was known to leave the peaceful demons alone or even help
them if the situation warranted deserved a nod as well. Maybe this
one wouldn't try to kill everything that didn't look human like most
Four years had passed and Xander had finally had it with the self-
important slayer and his former best friend. If it wasn't for the
mystical knowledge that Xander had used to create protections on his
home and person, then Xander would have become nothing but a
glorified gofer for the slayer by now. It seemed like Willow was
trying to layer new spells on him every week or so. Fortunately he'd
set up a decoy that absorbed all of the spells aimed at him, it also
noted in a journal when the spell was cast, what it would do, and the
name of the caster. The original idea had been to avoid mind control
spells cast by demons. He had been disappointed to find out four-
fifths of the harmful magics he encountered originated from Willow.
Xander was grateful that he'd been allowed to learn from the village
shamans while spending summers with his grandfather. The knowledge
he'd earned had saved his life more than once.
Xander had been working construction to stay occupied during the days
and to keep the girls from wondering where he was getting money. They
did NOT need to know about his trust fund. Cordelia knew and thought
it was funny as hell, she kept quiet in exchange for a pair of shoes
and a nice lunch out once a month. Plus the skills he learned would
always be useful.
Anyanka had been scared out of her mind once she realized just who it
was she had propositioned. She had originally been upset when Xander
declined her gracious offer. Xander calmly explained that in the
memories he had access too every woman who'd started a relationship
that way had eventually tried to kill her partner, if she tried to
kill him he'd be forced to defend himself, then he asked if she was
suicidal? Anya decided she wanted to live and Sunnydale wasn't the
best place for that. She'd finally left after the second time
something she was used to ignoring as a minor irritant almost killed
her, no one had heard from her since.
Now it was time for Xander to leave as well. Jessie was gone,
Cordelia was gone to L.A., Willow was lost in her magicks, Buffy was
a bitch, even his parents had left town.
There was no longer anything keeping him in Sunnydale, Africa was
calling and it was time to go home.