Family Dynamics [1/?]Series:
Magnificent Seven: ATF, Buffy the Vampire Slayer Characters:
Xander Harris, Chris Larabee, Rupert GilesRating:
I do not own Magnificent Seven or Buffy the Vampire Slayer in any way, shape or form. Any original characters, I do own.Spoilers:
Anything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 1-7. I haven’t read any of Season 8, so this is my AU version of the season.Author’s Note:
For once I didn't write JD or The Who! It's the end of the world! :D I just want to thank strangevisitor7
for the awesome betaing! Also, this story is inspired by On a Strangers Front Porch
, so I just want to thank the author for posting the story as I am always looking forward to each new chapter.Summary:
Chris Larabee wakes up to the world of the supernatural. Rituals, confusion and a son! WHAT?!
Awareness slowly returned to him as he registered that he was lying on the floor of a damp, badly lit cave.
A sound not unlike a dying yak permeated the area and he slowly sat up, hands cradling his head.
Looking around, Chris Larabee took in his surroundings.
Damp cave, high ceiling – so not a good idea to try and climb his way out. A single beam of light shone in from a hole high above the ground.
“There’s not a lot of escape options. My fault really, so sorry about that.”
Chris spun around. “Who said that?”
“Over here, blondie.”
Chris slowly looked around, hands raised as he took a few steps backwards.
“There ya go, fire hot now!”
Spinning around, Chris’s eyes went huge and his hands dropped limply to his side. “What the hell are you?”
The voice that had been echoing through the cave belonged to a face embedded in the rock wall. “Oh, plain old human. I just pissed our captors off by trying to escape several times. They didn’t like that, so they stuck me in here.”
Chris could make out a couple of fingers poking through the rock, moving around wildly to gesture.
Moving closer, Chris touched the face and realized it was warm. Dark brown bangs hung limply over the person’s forehead and one brown eye glinted with annoyance and warmth. The rest of the figure was lost inside the rock face.Wait, one eye.
Chris looked again at the face and saw that the other eye was covered in an eyepatch.
“Yep! Congratulations, you have been kidnapped by demons who want to use you to bring about the end of the world,” the figure in the wall said in a sarcastic announcer’s voice. “On par for the week, actually,” he finished in a normal tone
Chris blinked hard. “Demons? End of the world?”
“Yep, yep! But don’t worry, I have a cunning plan,” the male grinned.
“Great, the fate of the world is being decided by a kid trapped in a wall of rock and he has a cunning plan!” Chris sarcastically bit out. "Who the hell are you anyways?"
“Name's Xander and hey! I happen to be twenty-seven here; so, not a kid!” Xander countered.
Chris slumped down to the ground and leaned against the rock wall Xander was trapped in.
Xander really couldn’t move his head to see anything, but he was pretty sure the thumping noise was the guy banging his head against the rock.
“So, what’s your name?”
“Great! I’ll call you Larry! I knew a Larry in high school, but he turned out to be gay and then got killed,” Xander prattled on. “You don’t look like a gay Larry, but you can’t be too sure these days.”
“My. Name. Is. Not. Larry. And. I. Am. Not. Gay,” Chris ground out.
“So what is your name?”
“Ah, coolness!” Xander grinned. “Nice to meet ya, Chris. I’d shake your hand, but I’m a little trapped at the moment.”
Chris just grunted.
“Sorry if I babble a bit here, I’ve only really had the demons for conversation the past month or so and they’re not so great on human speech. It’s more ‘human’, ‘dead’, ‘ritual’; grunting caveman kinda talking,” Xander explained. “But I think I’m getting better at understanding what they want.”
Chris merely sighed. “You really believe demons are real?”
“Yep! This world is older than any of you know, and contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise. For untold eons, demons walked the Earth, made it their home, their Hell,” Xander’s voice had taken on an English accent. “So, these three old men took a girl from her tribe, infused her with demon essence and so came about the first Slayer. She beat the demons back, but the demons were tenacious and bit a human, mixed their blood with that human and thus the first vampire was born.”
“Why are you speaking in an English accent?” Chris asked.
“It sounds cooler that way,” Xander said, American accent back in place.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Chris tried to ward off the impending headache.
“You know, you’re taking this pretty well,” Xander commented.
Chris merely rolled his eyes, well aware Xander couldn’t see him. “And the end of the world buisness?”
“Oh that, not too clear about that, but I think it has something to do with our blood,” Xander stated and then whispered to himself. “It’s always about blood.”
Silence permeated the cave as Chris tried to come to terms with what he had been told. If not for the unusual surroundings and Xander's placement inside the wall, he'd find it hard to believe anything. Still Chris wondered if this wasn't some bad alcohol induced nightmare.
“I hear the doubting doubts of a doubter,” Xander sing-songed.
“You read minds now?” Chris snorted.
“Nah. Just been in your position before,” Xander sighed.
“And what position is that?”
“The position of being a doubter and asking if this is real.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“A girl and watching my best friend turn to dust on my stake. Kinda chased away my doubts,” Xander said quietly.
“I can’t believe I’m asking this, but vampires got your friend?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, captured him and turned him as bait for the girl,” Xander sighed.
“Sorry,” Chris grunted out.
“It happened a long time ago,” Xander said. “First soldier down in my fight.”
Their conversation was interrupted when part of the cave slide open.
Chris stood up as figures entered wearing trench coats, hoods pulled up over their heads.
Glaring at the trio of figures, Chris settled into a stance, legs spread apart and his fists raised chest level. “What do you want?”
One snarled something incomprehensible as the one of the left sprinted forward and grabbed a hold of Chris.
Chris bucked in the full body grip, and out of the corner of his eye, he could make out a clawed hand. “I’ll repeat myself again! WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
The one on the right had moved to stand infront of Xander. Reaching out with a long claw, the figure slashed the young man’s cheek, drawing blood.
“HEY!!” Xander tried to jerk his head away but was unable to because of the rock encircling his head. “No getting slash-happy with my face!!”
The one who held Chris also used its claw to shred through the long sleeved shirt and draw a cut on his arm, coating the long nail in his blood. Tossing Chris into the dirt, the creature returned to join the others.
The nails, dripping with blood, were offered up to the leader who licked the liquid and smiled.
Chris could make out a row of sharp teeth and shuddered. He definitely wasn’t in a world he knew anymore.
The trio snarled with one another and gestured at Xander and Chris.
Xander’s eye went wide with what he heard.
“RIIitttualllll,” The leader hissed out. “TWooooOO niiiightsssss.”
With that said, the trio walked out of the cave and the wall sliding closed behind them, effectively sealing Xander and Chris inside once more.
Snarling quietly to himself, Chris hauled himself up and pressed his hand to his wound.
“You should bandage that.”
Chris winced slightly at the flat tone and then sarcasam won out. “You think?”
Xander’s head dipped down a bit and Chris could make out the scratches on the younger man’s cheek. Blood dripping down freely and hitting the ground.
Sighing, Chris tore the bottom of his shirt, wrapped his arm up and then walked over to Xander. Using the leftover material from his makeshift bandage, Chris gently pressed against the three cuts.
The shaggy head lifted up in slight surprise.
“You can’t do it yourself,” Came a simply reply.
“Yeah, thanks for pointing that out. I could’ve gone this entire kidnapping without that tidbit of knowledge,” Xander bit out.
“What did they say?” Chris demanded.
“Yeah, sure, that’s why yer shutting down here.”
Xander sighed as Chris continued to keep pressure on the wound.
“Talk to me Xander, all I heard was grunts and growls,” Chris said. “Yer the one with the translation.”
“They said our blood tastes the same. That we’re the correct ones for the ritual,” Xander quietly stated.
“’Our blood tastes the same’,” Chris repeated. “What did they mean by that? You sure you heard right?”
“Trust me, I’m sure,” Xander stated quietly.
Chris took the bloody cloth away and inspected the wound. Dabbing at it a couple more times, Chris tossed the cloth to the ground. He turned his attentions back to the younger man trapped in the wall. “You know what it means.”
“I have an idea of what it means.”
Xander sighed. “We’re related somehow, that’s the only explanation I can come up with.”
“And you got all of that from a few grunts and growls?” Chris asked incredulously.
“Yeah. They wouldn’t lie about something like this. Their ritual is too important,” Xander said.
Chris looked into the one brown eye and it looked so familiar to him. “Related somehow, huh?”
“Yeah, no idea how. Mom and Dad bit it in Sunnydale, never made it out when the quake hit,” Xander spat out bitterly. “Guess they were passed out drunk.”
“Sorry about your parents,” Chris winced.
“Yeah, well, other than my mom and Uncle Rory, they weren’t worth much,” Xander complained.
Chris filed away the town name from earlier as it sounded familiar to him. “Not sure how we’re related. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, aunts or uncles.”
“Huh, don’t know what to think then,” Xander said casually.
Chris merely grunted and then a thought struck him. He certainly was the right age. “What was your mom’s name? Her maiden name.”
“Jessica LaValle. Why?”
Chris’s green eyes went huge at the name and he spun around angrily. Fists were clenched and unclenched as a storm of emotions raged within his body.
Xander could make out the tension in the older man’s body. “How’d you know my mom?”
Chris closed his eyes and silently cursed Jessica.
“Hey!! I’m talking to you Larabee!” Xander snarled out as he strained against his rock prison. “How’d you know my mom?”
Running a hand through his hair, Chris turned around to face the younger man and found himself facing Xander’s own narrowed suspicious eyes. “I knew your mom in high school.”
“We were inseparable those four years and for a short time afterwards. At eighteen I decided I wanted to join the Navy. Jessica didn’t like that idea,” Chris sighed. “I argued with her about it for about a year before she gave me an ultimatum. I chose the navy and she left me. Never saw or heard from her again.”
“So what, you saying it’s all ‘Luke, I’m your father?’” Xander scoffed.
Chris slightly frowned at the pop culture reference, but understood what Xander was trying to say. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Be kidnapped, become part of a ritual to end the world and end up with it’s a boy,” Xander sarcastically spat out. “Gee, if I knew it was going to turn out like this, I would’ve stayed home in bed.”
“You saying, you don’t believe me?”
“No, I believe you. Drunken father ramblings now make sense. Slight case of the wiggins, but it matches the rest of my chaotic life. The luck of the Zeppo strikes again,” Xander sighed.
“This happens to you a lot?” Chris asked.
“Pretty much, although, the father bit is new.”
Chris stood in front of his son and just stared at his face. Fingers came up and traced the younger man’s skin.
“What are you doing?” Xander asked as he flinched slightly away.
Chris dropped his hand. “Sorry, I just – just never thought I’d have a son again.”
“I had a son once, Adam. Your younger brother,” Chris said. “But he was killed along with my wife, Sarah.”
Chris merely grunted and then indicated Xander’s eyepatch with his head, wanting to change the topic quickly. “The eyepatch necessary?”
Xander nodded. “Yeah, lost the eye a couple of years back. Don’t really want to talk about it.”
Over the course of the next two days Chris and Xander talked about everything and nothing. Their connection was too new to get into anything too deeply.
Chris was starting to get ansty as the time for the ritual approached. He was pacing the length of the cave and randomly growling.
“You know your face is going to freeze like that one day, right?” Xander grinned.
Chris glared at him. “How can you be calm right now?! You said you had a plan, now would be a great time to share!”
Anything Xander might’ve said was interrupted as the hidden door in the cave wall shifted open.
Once again a trio of demons entered. The one on the left gestured with his clawed hand.
Chris heard a groan and saw the rock shift away from Xander. Lunging forward, he caught his son as he started to fall forward.
“Ow,” Xander grunted out. “I don’t recommend the prolonged stay in rock, muscle cramps.”
“Shouldn’t you look worse or covered in ...” Chris gestured over Xander’s body.
“Magic,” Xander grunted out as he tried to stretch his body out. “Does the body good or not so good in this case.”
They were grabbed from behind and dragged out of the cave.
Chris was fought the hold and grunted as the trio of demons hauled him away from his son. Xander was huddled into a ball and clutching something at his neck as they tossed him over their shoulder.
“Ow, again,” Xander grunted out.
“YOU LET MY SON GO!!” Chris howled out.
The demons responded by shaking Chris until he was dizzy and nearly threw up.
They were taken through a maze of tunnels and Chris could feel the incline as they headed upwards. They were finally tossed outside, on top of a mountain.
The moon was full and its light shone on a slab of stone covered in intricate runes. Two sets of manacles were attached by pegs in the ground.
Xander was chained down first and he yelped as his body was stretched out for the first time in a long time.
Chris still dizzy from the shaking was next, but he still struggled against his captures, legs kicking out, hoping to connect with one of the demons.
“That cunning plan you mentioned, now would be a good time to execute it.”
Xander smirked in the darkness as his muscles protested. “All ready done.”
The trio of demons ignored the human’s jabbering and set up in a triangle around Chris and Xander.
They started to chant.
Chris felt his eyes start to droop as the chanting progressed. A wave of lethargy pierced his body but he managed to move his head enough to see Xander being affected as well.
As his eyelids closed, he heard a faint popping noise and high pitched yells.
Chris heard the words, but could barely open his eyes, he still felt so tired He knew he needed to move, but he fell into the darkness once more.
He had no concept of time as dreams tumbled past his consciousness. Xander being torn apart by the demons, his team being torn apart by demons and even Sarah and Adam being torn apart by the demons.
“Wakey-wakey, Agent Larabee.”
Chris twitched his nose, something was rubbing it.
“Daaaad, time to wake-up now.”
Xander!! Xander was rubbing his nose. He had to wake-up for his son!!
“I do believe he’s waking up now, Xander.”
Chris made out the British voice and slowly opened his eyes to see Xander leaning over him.
“We’re still alive?” Chris asked confused.
“Yep, told you I had a cunning plan,” Xander grinned.
Chris’s faced looked confused enough that Xander grinned again and held out a silver necklace with a small pentacle at the end.
“Wore this little baby while I was a guest,” Xander explained. “Acts as a magical homing becon. Activated it when I got tossed out of the rock face, but it wouldn’t start sending out a signal until we were outside. Too much magical interference in that cave.”
Chris nodded, indicating he understood and then a pensive look crossed his face. “How long?”
“How long what?” Xander asked.
“How long have I been unconscious?” Chris asked groggily.
“Four days. I was out for two,” Xander said.
“Where are we?”
“Oh, England,” Chris nodded in compliance. “ENGLAND?”
Xander had to jerk back to avoid colliding with Chris as he surged upwards.
“How the hell are we in England? And where, in England?”
“Well, that’s where the ritual was being held and where I was trapped in the rock,” Xander knowingly said. “And as to where parental unit, Sussex, England in the merry old building known as the IWC aka International Watcher’s Council. Infirmary.”
“What exactly is the IWC?” Chris asked.
“A little bit of this and that,” Xander evaded.
Chris narrowed his eyes and eyed Xander, promising this wasn’t over, but then his eyes went wide at the previous statement before he exploded. “I’m supposed to be in Denver!! How the hell did that happen?”
“You’ve actually been missing for two weeks, Agent Larabee.”
Chris twisted his head to see an older man, hair peppered with some slight grey and in a tweed suit on the other side of his bed. “Two weeks?”
“I was ‘kidnapped’ for three,” Xander grinned as he air quoted kidnapped.
“How the hell did I miss two weeks?” Chris growled out.
“The demons who kidnapped you, kept you in some sort of stasis,” the older man said as he cleaned his glasses. “And over the course of two weeks they magically probed your body and to make it healthy for their ritual. They would have no use for a sick sacrifice.”
Chris saw the newspaper clipping that the older man held, headline proudly declaring his missing status and how the search was still ongoing.
Xander winced. “Giles, please don’t use ‘probed’ in the same sentence as my Dad.”
“Ah, of course,” Giles apologised.
“Magically searched?” Chris questioned with a glare.
“Nothing harmful was done to you, Agent Larabee,” Giles quickly reassured. “It’s probably best that you don’t remember.”
“And that chanting they did?” Chris asked. “I think I’m still feeling the effects.”
“Ah yes, the chanting,” Giles said. “Quite fascinating really, I didn’t realize that the Q’uitaks could utilize that particular chant that way.”
“G-man!” Xander yelped out. “I think he wants to know what it did to us.”
Chris merely glared.
“Ah, quite right.” Giles cleaned his glasses again. “It did nothing to you, except as a side effect it gave you the magical equivalent of mono. Should clear up within a week or so.”
Chris flopped back, head hitting his pillow. “Has anyone contacted my team?”
“I spoke to a Judge Travis and apprised him of the situation,” Giles informed Chris.
“What exactly did you tell him?” Chris asked guarded.
“You were exposed to a biological pathogen from a cult, specializing in bloodlines. They spirited you away to England to sacrifice you in a ritual, which included one of our people. You were also kept in a drug induced coma for the better part of two weeks,” Giles explained.
“We call those explanations ‘The Sunnydale Syndrome’,” Xander grinned and yawned at the same time.
Chris felt himself returning the yawn.
“Sleep, Agent Larabee. When you feel up to it, we’ll get a phone in here for you to call your team personally,” Giles smiled.
Chris found himself nodding as his eyes drifted closed. He saw his son get into the bed across the room from him and they both fell asleep.
END PART 1.