(BtVS/He-Man [80’s]) A Matter of Family
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Notes: I was doing some spring cleaning and found some old He-Man action figures tucked away in a box and got a little nostalgic.
A Matter of Family
It was dark in this place, but not really. It wasn’t so much that it was dark as a complete absence of light, of anything really. Just a vast empty void for as far as the eye could see. That wasn’t to say he was blind here though. If the man in front of him was any indication then a light that seemed to touch only him radiated around him and completely illuminated his body. The lack of shadows that caused would add an eerie undefined look to his features, just as it did for the man.
“So, let me get this straight,” Xander started, eyeing the man in the bowler hat and clothes so hideous even he wouldn’t think of wearing them. “My mother, who is supposed to be dead, is alive.”
Xander paused, waiting for the man to confirm the start of his recap for the story he had just been told. He had always known that Jessica wasn’t his real mother; nobody had ever made a secret of it. His birth mother had been an astronaut whose shuttle had mysteriously vanished when he was barely two years old, and was never heard from again.
His father had quickly remarried, thinking that he would need a positive female influence growing up. He chose poorly and Jessica dragged him into the gutter with her.
As a kid Xander had always dreamt that his mother had somehow survived the strange storm in space that had supposedly tore her shuttle apart. He’d dreamt dreams of adventures and mysteries at distant stars; dreams where she was safe and happy and they would be together again.
But those were just dreams and he had long since put such fantasies behind him. This, this was very real.
After a moment the man nodded and Xander went on. “Not only is she alive, but she’s living on an alien planet, where there just happens to be a human population, and living as a queen at that.”
The man nodded again.
“My mother remarried and had a couple more kids. Twins. My half brother and sister are in someway champions of this Eternia…” Xander hesitated at the name and continued more confidently when the man gestured that he got it right. “And Etheria, but you won’t tell me the details.”
“Not my secret to go blabbing, kid,” the man broke in.
Xander nodded and made a dismissive motion with his hands. “Fair enough. I get that. I don’t like it, but I get it. What I don’t get is where I fit into all this.”
“What, you don’t want to meet your family?”
“Of course I do!” Xander said sharply. “You people just don’t strike me as the happy family reunion type.”
“I told you, kid,” the man pointed out. “Your brother and sister are up against some major league evil, with a bigger baddie on the way. They need you. They just don’t know it yet.”
“And, of course, you’re not going to give me any details on this bigger bad either.”
The man shrugged. “Can’t tell you what I don’t know. The bosses won’t even give me the details on that one.”
“Suppose that would be too easy.”
“C’mon kid, let’s cut the crap,” the man said as he waved his hand and a doorway of piercing light appeared a few feet away from the pair. “We both know you’ve already made up your mind to go.”
“True enough,” Xander said with a rather impressive imitation of the other man’s dismissive shrug. “No time like the present I guess.”
“When you get to Eternia you’ll want to talk with the dragons.”
“Dragons?” Xander asked.
“Okaaaay,” Xander drawled out, clearly unsure whether to take up that little piece of advice. Without putting it off any longer Xander started for the portal.
“Wait,” the man called out as Xander was just about to step through. “Take this with you.”
Xander turned just in time to catch something being thrown at him. Looking down at the object in his hands Xander blinked owlishly a few times before looking back up at the man, idly wondering where he had been hiding this. “A shovel?” he asked.
The man just grinned, rather evilly in Xander’s opinion. “Your sister’s got a thing going on with a pirate. Thought it might come in handy.”
Then Xander had a grin on his face that put the man’s right to shame. “You know Whistler, despite what Buffy and Angel say about you, you’re alright.”
“Thanks, kid,” Whistler said absently as he looked down fumbling with the sleeves of his jacket. Then he thought about it. “Wait… what do they say about me?” he asked looking up only to find himself alone. “Kid? Kid…”