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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 > GeneralMegKFFR152219,9211211131,50820 Feb 0929 Mar 14No

Chapter 3

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An Unnatural Scent - Chapter 3

“What?” Xander gasped out.

“Could it be telling the date of when his eye healed over or something?” Buffy asked. The seriousness of the situation caused her to focus on solving the problem, if only she knew for sure what the problem was.

“No,” Willow said softly. “I know this spell well. It’s one of a few that I use often. It’ll take the generalized area of what it’s aimed towards. This is Xander’s age.”

“Are you sure it’s not like my clothes or eye patch or something?” Xander asked.

“I’m sure,” Willow stared at Xander unsure of what to do. He seemed to be her Xander in every way but somehow he wasn’t.

“He’ll have to stay here for now,” Gunn said speaking up for the first time. “We need to know what is up with him. Until we know we can’t just let him do whatever he wants.”

Some of the slayers were not taking these events well. Most the slayers who were at the apocalypse in L.A. had come from England and Africa. England meaning they’d come with Buffy via the Devon coven and Africa meaning they’d been trained by Xander and brought over by a group of shaman he’d met. The ones from England’s branch didn’t know what to think. The ones from Africa though… This man the others were claiming wasn’t really Xander had been the only Xander they’d known. He’d risked his life for some of them and they didn’t like this at all.

“We know not what going on,” one of the African slayers pointed out in shattered English. “He is good man. We need know more before anything happen. He is our friend. Is not he yours too?”

“We just need to verify he doesn’t mean any of us harm, if he isn’t our Xander he might have ulterior motives,” Willow explained, upset. If he wasn’t her Xander, where was he?

“Can’t you just use a spell?” Buffy asked impatient. She needed to slay something, preferably a something that had done something to Xander.

“I don’t know any truth spells,” Willow said quickly. “They didn’t seem to have much use since they aren’t reliable and don’t all work on different species the same way and-”

“What about Andrew’s truth potion?” Dawn asked quietly, interrupting Willow’s babble.

“What?” Buffy and Willow asked in unison.

“You guys didn’t hear about the fiasco in Cleveland a couple of months ago?” Dawn asked. She sighed as she saw the confused faces around her, none of them apparently kept up with the comings and goings of other branches. “Andrew was trying to make some sort of healing potion from scratch. He was out of a couple of ingredients so he substituted similar items, fish eyes for newt eyes, that kind of thing. It didn’t turn out right, so he went to get something to dispose of it with. A slayer team returned to base after a hunt. They saw the pot and thought it was a midnight snack. Andrew tends to leave out food for when slayers are going to get in late. They ate it. The next 48 hours nothing but the truth said, they even had to answer anything asked of them. There were a lot of fights. Some people refuse to work with certain other people now.”

“Is this why Vi transferred to South America?” Kennedy asked.

“Yeah… She and Diana still aren’t talking. They brought in some witches to look it over, it’s harmless in and of itself. Andrew’s got his own potion lab now with the agreement that the kitchen is for food only and Cleveland has a stock of truth potions they’re testing out on the occasional demon they hunt and don’t kill right away, testing it on other species. So far it works the same on everything as long as none of the ingredients are dangerous to them.”

“Wills?” Buffy asked turning to her friend.

“On it!” Willow called out before teleporting herself to Cleveland. She was just so happy to have an option.

“Are you serious?” asked Xander. His eye widened as he took in the suspicious or concerned eyes of those around him, seeing the suspicious eyes narrow in even more suspicion he explained, “You want me to drink something Andrew made? With fish eyes?”

“That was just an example,” Dawn said as Willow returned.

“Here!” Willow called out cheerfully with a vial of red liquid in hand. It looked a lot like tomato soup, which might explain why several slayers mistook it for food.

“HEY!” Xander called out backing away from Willow. “You really expect me to drink that?”

“Yes,” Illyria chimed in. Xander turned to stare at Illyria who had remained quiet throughout the birthday dilemma while subtly steering him into a corner. She quickly moved, took the potion, opened it and poured it down Xander’s throat before anyone else could move.

“How does it taste?” Dawn asked.

“Like pizza sauce, I can see why no one stopped anyone else from eating it.” Xander answered.

“OK! Question time,” Buffy announced. “What’s your name?”

“Alexander Lavelle Harris. But everyone calls me Xander.”

There were some looks exchanged as they took in the positive ID.

“How old are you?” Dawn asked.

“About a year.”

“Did you know you were a year old before the spell?”

“Yes.” Xander said with a soft snort.

Some more looks were exchanged.

“How can you be Xander if you’re only a year old?” Dawn finally asked seeing Willow and Buffy didn’t know what to say.

“I’m a clone.” Xander’s attitude started to take a change as he realized he had to answer the truth. He sighed and sat down on the couch the Illyria had slowly stalked him towards earlier.

“Illyria said you weren’t made by magic, but we don’t have the technology to clone people yet,” Willow said trying to figure out how this happened.

“You’re right. WE don’t. But a certain group of aliens do.”

“What?”

“I was cloned by an alien who then replaced the original Xander with me, the far superior Xander 2.0.”

“Why?”

“Because the First told him Xander 1.0 held the key to solving the cloning problem his people had.”

“Huh?”

“Surely you didn’t believe the First’s sphere of influence was limited to Earth?”

End – Chapter 3

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