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An Unnatural Scent

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Summary: An unexpected reunion between the Scoobies and the Fang gang reveals something wrong with Xander.

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Stargate > GeneralMegKFFR152219,9211210130,93820 Feb 0929 Mar 14No

Chapter 2

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An Unnatural Scent - Chapter 2

Xander’s one eye widened at the sight of a blue finger pointed at him. So it wasn’t much of a shock, considering the circumstances, when all he managed to stutter out was, “What?”

Buffy managed a little better, she was light headed from the kissing, those had been some long kisses. She muffled a couple of giggles against Spike’s shoulder before tilting her head back and saying, “The demon magnet strikes again.”

That snapped Xander out of his funk. He turned towards Buffy to let out an annoyed, “Oi!”

“What’s wrong, Blue?” Spike asked. “He smells the same to me, maybe a little dustier, but he’s been in a desert for the last week tracking some demon.”

“He’s unnatural. He came into being without the aid of nature or magic,” Illyria said simply as she began to circle around Xander, smelling him ever so slightly for details.

“Are you sure?” Spike asked.

Xander turned his head slightly and then his body too, making a point to keep his eye on Illyria.

“Of course. My senses are far superior to those of half breeds or … slayers,” Illyria said, stopping her movements for only a moment to glare at Spike for doubting her. “I can tell the difference between half-breeds, slayers, witches, ‘normal’ humans and even magical constructs.” Illyria designated to gesture with one hand ever so slightly each category those gathered fell under. Only sneering ever so slightly when she said each one.

The Scoobies exchanged looks as Illyria labeled Dawn a magical construct. Those who didn’t know about her status as the Key thought Illyria was referring to Connor. Though how he fell into the category either wasn’t known for all he was born. Xander straightened up and glared at Illyria, which prompted her to stand still and enter a staring competition with Xander.

Willow narrowed her own gaze, her eyes taking on a full dark appearance as Illyria threatened both Xander and Dawn as if it were nothing. Willow shook off Kennedy’s hand on her arm as she walked forward to face Illyria, “I’ve known Xander since I was a child. I don’t take people hurting my friends lightly.”

“I am not hurting him,” Illyria said, turning to look at Willow. Illyria tilted her head to the side as she took in Willows rapidly darkening aura.

Xander, seeing what was happening, reached out and took Willow into his arms. “I’m fine Wills. She’s just curious. I think. Maybe whatever Illyria is smelling is the side effect of something that happened in Sunnyhell or even Africa.”

Willow relaxed in his arms and allowed a lot of the magic she’d taken in to disperse back into the earth.

Illyria took in a deep breath, and blinked as Fred’s knowledge came into focus. “You are from the same place?”

Willow looked back at Xander for a moment before they both nodded.

“You are the same age?”

“Yeah,” Xander confirmed.

“Just about,” Willow said confused, “he’s a little older than me.”

“No,” Illyria said, once again being straight forward. “You both had similar experienced all your lives, even some minor differences would not account for how different you are. He is far younger than you.”

“What?” Willow and Xander asked in unison.

“I believe he is younger than anyone here,” Illyria said turning to take in the scents of all those in the room.

Dawn rolled her eyes. “We’ve already established that Willow’s known him forever. He’s not younger than me or any of the slayers.”

“He is,” Illyria insisted, sneering at the magical construct.

“Look, there is an easy way to solve this,” Willow said to end this conversation.

“There is?” Xander said as Willow removed herself from his embrace.

“Of course,” Willow said smiling. “It’s a spell to date ingredients for potions, but it can also be used to find things like birthdays. We do the spell, and Illyria agrees to back off. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Illyria stated. “As long as he remains away from me, his stench is awful.”

“Hey!” Xander called out, offended.

“Quam vetus est is!” Willow called out with a wave of her hand in Xander’s direction.

There were several gasps as they took in the light flashing a date in front of Xander.

“Did you do it right Willow?” Xander asked looking at it oddly. It didn’t look like any date he’d ever seen before.

“It’s using a lunar calendar, right Willow?” Dawn said as she looked at it.

“Yeah, I’m working on making it give it into the calendar we use,” Willow said as she looked at the date and did mental conversions in her head. She frowned and did it again.

“Wills?” Xander asked concerned.

“That’s wrong. That’s the day after you lost your eye.”

End – Chapter 2

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‘Quam vetus est is?’ Is what came up as the Latin translation for ‘How old is this?’

I want to finish this fast and get back to my other stories. I never saw episodes with Illyria, just clips, hope this scene is close to character. I don’t know anything about lunar calendars. Another cliffhanger…
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