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Summary: A collection of ficlets and miscellaneous works centring around Xander.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsMidknightJFR153027,215112763,79626 Nov 0823 Oct 10No

(BtVS/Uncharted: Drake’s Fortune) Pretty Damn Like

Disclaimer: I'm poor. I own nothing

Notes: I recently purchased the Uncharted games and couldn't help but do a
little ficlet. For those wondering this takes place after the opening chapters
of the first game but before Nate and Elena fly to the island.

(BtVS/Uncharted: Drake’s Fortune)
Pretty Damn Likely

Xander nearly groaned out loud as he saw the dark haired man enter the cantina and make a beeline for his table. Not that he wasn’t happy to see him, they were friends after all; it was just that wherever Nathan Drake went trouble seemed to follow. And his insurance premiums skyrocketed.

He had met Nate on one of his many adventures since leaving Sunnydale after high school and pulled him out of a tight spot. They’d been friends ever since.

It was funny to Xander that what the gang tried to do on purpose their senior year of high school they did completely by accident in college. They pushed him away. Or rather, they grew apart and he was just as much to blame for it as they were.

More and more throughout the year their lives seemed to diverge in different directions until it seemed like the only time they saw each other was when there was a supernatural threat on the horizon. Eventually even that wasn’t enough. They were still friends, but the closeness they once shared was gone.

After months of dead end, minimum wage jobs he hated and living in his parents basement Xander had simply had enough. He wasn’t happy with his life anymore and something needed to change.

So he left to try and find something worthwhile for his life. He had always planned on moving back once he figured things out and got his head on straight again. Then he made it to Boston.

Some wannabe Big Bad had found a thingamajig that could open a portal to some random hell dimension. After dealing with things he had a thought: why wait for the bad guy to find the dangerous relic of mass destruction?

Thus his career in treasure hunting was born, both mystical and mundane.

As it turned out he was pretty good at it. Now all those books on ancient history he had to sift through during research sessions were coming in handy and he had learnt enough languages to make Giles proud. And probably hand him a pile of books on others he’d suggest he learn.

“So Xander,” Nate said as he sat down at the table without waiting for an invite. “You ever replace that plane?”

At least he was getting right to the point today. Something big must be going on. Still, Xander couldn’t help but raise a meaningful eyebrow and reply, “You mean the one you blew up?”

“I didn’t blow up your plane!” Nate cried indignantly. “The guys chasing me did so I couldn’t escape in it.”

“And my boat,” Xander asked

“Well, I had a good reason for—” but Xander didn’t’ let him finish.

“What about my jeep?”

“Ok, I get the point,” Nate grumbled, his eyes shifting side to side for a moment before meeting Xander’s and repeating slowly, “Do. You. Have. A. Plane?”


“So, are you going to help me out or what?”

“Sure,” Xander told him. He’d planned on helping Nate out with whatever was going down as soon as he saw the look on his face coming through the door. That didn’t mean he couldn’t give his friend a hard time. “But I’m coming with you.” Then he thought about it and added, “And if this plane gets blown up it’s coming out of your cut.”

“What are the odds of that happening again?” Nate asked as he flagged the waitress down.

Xander just gave him a pointed look. “With the two of us in one place?”

“Pretty damn likely,” they finished together.
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