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This story is No. 3 in the series "Hunting the Night". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Dreams are something we all have...don't we?

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple PairingsArjaiHFR1844,440012,84211 Mar 0929 Apr 09Yes

These Dreams: Xander

These Dreams

Disclaimer: Xander, Buffy, and anyone or anything else that pertains to BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon. Dracula belongs to the estate of Bram Stoker, or Francis Ford Coppola, or someone I think.
Larry Talbot, the Frankenstein Monster, and some others may belong to Universal Pictures.
NCIS belongs to Belisarius Productions, and CBS.
Ghost rider belongs to Marvel Comics, Dimension Films, Crystal Sky Entertainment, Columbia Pictures, and Sony (Whew!), and was played to perfection by Nicholas Cage!
OCs belong to me, and as always I remain…the man behind the curtain.

* Thought*
#Mental Communication#

These Dreams: Xander

But all I remember
Are the dreams in the mist
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away

Song: These Dreams Artists: Heart date: 1995

The past several days had been hectic. Xander had slept little, and when he did he didn’t actually rest. Catnaps taken here and there, dozing off while waiting for the next shoe to drop, catching a few winks at some meeting or another, not rest even if it was sleep.

He sat down in the armory with a tablet in front of him a ballpoint pen in his hand preparing to make a list of the armaments his team, would need.

*Just going to close my eye for a minute, just to collect my thoughts,* he yawned.

##He was standing in waist deep grass. He recognized the landscape that stretched out before him. He was back in Africa, on the Serengeti Plains, and it was spring. The rains had come and the vegetation was lush. There was plenty of fodder for the herbivores, and plenty of herbivores for the predators. He could see the smoke from a small fire in the distance. He made his way toward it planning to put it out if possible, lest it destroy the land around it. Soon he found the fire it burned in an area that had been cleared to bare ground. A circle of rocks encircled the fire itself. On the rocks sat two disparate figures. To his left sat an old Neanderthal woman dressed in a robe of grey fur sporting irregular brown spots. On his right was a soldier dressed in jungle camouflage. #

A voice in his head said, ## Come on in son, sit a spell, me and the old lady got some things ta’ say.##

“Who are you, how did I get here,” Xander was confused?

##Well as to how y’all got here…ya’ fell asleep on the job boy, and if ya’ think real hard you’ll know who I am. SSgt Gerald M. Killian, U. S. Army. Remember Halloween?## Seeing the recognition on Xander’s face he said ##Thought so.##

Xander looked real hard at the old woman, and her identity dawned on him. Overlaying her Neanderthal form he could see a huge Hyaenadon or Dire Hyena. He knew that the Dire Hyena was not a true ancestor of the modern hyena, but this was the Primal Spirit that had possessed him all the same.

##Fire warm, sit child,## came her gruff voice.

Xander sat looking at her in wonder.

##She calls herself Mother-of-All, Mother for short,## said the soldier.

“W-why am I h-here,” stammered the one eyed warrior?

##We got some things ta’ yell you that’s why, important things, strange things, wonderful things, right Mother## came the reply?

##Ya’ want a piece of roast antelope? Damned fine eating,## offered the SSgt. Xander shook his head. ##No suit yer’self.#

##Boy soul in danger, might be lost if not told secrets,## growled the Primal.

“My soul,” asked Xander incredulously.

##Mother overstates the case lad,## Killian grinned. ##See as it is yer’ kinda’ hard ta’ kill. It ain’t like yer’ immortal but because of Mother’s being in ya’ yer’ damned close. Kinda’ makes me damned close to come ta’ think of it,## the soldier grinned again.

“Huh,” Xander was now more confused than ever.

##Well it works out like this, What ever damage ya’ take Mother absorbs most of it, since she can’t die neither can you, not unless the damage is so massive that yer’ entire body is destroyed all at once, kinda’ like in a nuclear strike, or a disintegration,## Killian puzzled.

“Hey I’m a married man,” Xander said, “I don’t want to live without Buffy; I waited to long for her to be mine!”

##Mother says not to worry, remember when Willow and y’all brought her back from Heaven? Well she’s kinda like you now. Haven’t ya’ noticed that neither one of you has aged much in the past few years?” Xander stared at the soldier, his mouth hanging open. ##Yeah I thought so, boy are you clueless! Look around ya’ lad, there’s other like you! Willow absorbed a shit-load of magic, Dawn is the Key, and that ain’t all.##

##Damn I thought we’d have more time,” Killian threw his hat on the ground. ##Well I guess you’ll have ya’ figure the rest out for yer’self, so long kid, wakey, wakey”

Xander felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder.

“Xander Harris! Wake up! We’ve still got a lot to do before we can rest,” the voice was that of his beloved wife.
“Umm, what, uh sorry, Buff,” he shook his head to clear the cobwebs. “It caught me by surprise, didn’t mean to sleep.” He looked down at the pad and raised his pen. The list was finished! Then he noticed that the handwriting was definitely not his. In the lower right hand corner was scrawled G. M. K., SSgt, U. S. A.
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