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Temp Job

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This story is No. 12 in the series "The Adventures of Xander and Faith". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The adventures of Xander and Faith continued. The two find work while waiting for the next portal. They’d rather fight vampires.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Harry Potter > General > HumorAesopFR71344064,8323 Feb 093 Feb 09No
TEMP JOB

 

 

DISCLAIMER:  I don’t own BTVS or HP and no profit is earned in writing this.

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Xander and Faith find work while waiting for the next portal.  They’d rather fight vampires.  Thanks to Storyseeker for his help in reviewing this.  As usual, if you have any comments or preferences, please don’t be shy.  RandR.

 

 



 

“How did we get roped into this, again?” Faith asked as she adjusted the unfamiliar and, to her, awkward clothing she’d been asked to wear. 

 

“Not sure,” Xander admitted.  “The old man was very persuasive.”  He shrugged. “It seems to be what we’re here to do, though.  No new portals, after all.”

 

“I know, but this?”

 

Her companion just shrugged, choosing to ignore the slightly aggrieved tone.  “He convinced you to take the job, too.”  Looking over his supplies for the day one more time and glancing in the mirror to check his appearance, Xander nodded in satisfaction.  “Besides, it’s only until he finds someone permanent, a few days at most.”  Having decided he was presentable, he turned to the pouting slayer.  “Let’s get on with it.” 

 

Together, they left the rooms that had been assigned to them and made their way through the halls to their destination.  It wasn’t the strangest world they’d visited and it certainly wasn’t the worst, but all things considered, Faith realized as she eyed the people they passed in the halls, one pale-blonde specimen with his nose in the air in particular, she’d rather be fighting vamps.

 

 They stopped just outside the door when they heard voices within.  One boy, a dark-haired sixteen-year-old with glasses, seemed to have everyone’s attention.   They listened with growing confusion and a sinking feeling as they shared a glance, silently wondering what they had gotten themselves into this time.  

 

“Come on and place your bets,” the boy was saying to his classmates.  “The new teachers will be here any minute.  What will we get this year?  Evil?  Incompetent?  A combination, maybe?  Place your bets.  Your guess is as good as the headmaster’s.”

 

The End?

You have reached the end of "Temp Job" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 3 Feb 09.

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