Title: Demons Within
Fandom: Buffy/Highlander/Harry Potter
Pairing: Xander/Harry (maybe)
Warnings: Language for now
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AN: This will be my first fic here, and my first fic featuring our favorite White Knight. I hope I don't get lynched for this.
AN2: This is post series, post Africa, post everything. I haven't seen the end of the series, so if anything dire happens to Xan (missing limbs, the like) it never happened here. He does, however, have his eye patch and battle-axe. And this is post Deathly Hallows, pre-epilogue. Epilogue will not happen.
Summary: Xander's Hyena never left, and Harry has a bit of a problem. Who better to go to than the 'Expert on Weird Shit Happening to You'?
Disclaimer: The characters in this story that are known and recognizable are not mine, they belong to their various producers, directors and home companies.
This place is Hell. No, if I owned this place and Hell, I'd rent this out and live in Hell. At least I'd be warm... And the weather wouldn't change like it had fuckin' A.D.D... Yesterday it was 72... And today it's fuckin' 15! The only thing keeping me here is the money. Clovis, New Mexico is the fuckin' worst place in America, but the commander of the base nearby wanted me to come in and design houses for his people... Trying to design houses for people who are mostly my age but nowhere near my maturity level... Joy.
Tim, my foreman, banged on the side of my office-er, trailer. "HEY BOSS!" Tim has learned the hard way not to just barge in... his lesson might have had less to do with my yelling at him and more to do with almost getting cut in half when I reacted... Battle-axes are my friends.
"All secure plus one, Boss," Tim said, taking my yell as an invitation, which it was. I don't invite anyone in unless I know for a fact they aren't out to kill me. not inviting takes care of most of them, at least as long as I'm warded.
"Plus one?" I asked, curious. Someone actually WANTED to work for me? My entire crew was brought from L.A. with me. Tim stepped into the trailer, leading a delicate young man with jet hair and a scar on his face.
"Boss, he wanted to talk to you. Said something about G-man or something." Boy am I glad none of my people know anything about my past beyond my history in carpentry.
"You can go, Tim. Adults will be talking." Tim laughed, mostly because he's older than me, and left, closing the door behind him. "Now, I'm Xander Harris. This is X Construction, and you apparently know the G-man."
The young man fidgeted nervously, his jade eyes roving around the office, noting the carving over my door and my axe, which rested next to my chair, in easy reach. "Well?"
"Erm... First of all, nice wards. Second of all, Giles and I are only connected by Alma Mater. He went to the same school I did, once upon a time. I was told to look him up to get help. He sent me to you."
I blinked. I mean, really, who would think that Giles actually went to a real school? Or that the school was still around? Okay, that's mean. Wonder why he sent him to me?
"Apparently I'm possessed by some sort of demon." The kid (he's clearly at least ten years younger than me) cleared his throat and looked away for a minute.
"What makes you think that if you're already a magic-user? What could make you so different?"
"I've died three times now." I closed my eyes. That's weird. Really weird. Weirder than Sunnyhell weird.
"Okay... I'll have to do some research, but... I'll help. Now, before we go any further, life story, go."
Feedback is appreciated, but not needed. I'm doing this for my own sick pleasure... lol anyway, hope you like it.