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Xander meets the multi-verse

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Summary: a collection of scenes, which are rambling in my brain ;-)

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Chapter Two

Chapter Two



Washington State, on a road deep in a forest



Xander cursed under his breath. The hoof over his motor was steaming.

Why him, he thought? First he get lost in this forest and now his POS car was making trouble for him. It was two hours since he saw the last of traffic. He hoped for the best. After a few miles he saw parking cars ahead. People were milling around. He hoped there was a picnic. People were usually happy at these and he was hungry.



He saw, as he drove nearer, that the crowd of people consisted of men with FBI – Jackets on. With really grim faces. Looking at him.

”Great, really great” muttering under his breath Xander stepped on the brake of his old and beat car. Slowing on the side of the road he saw, that one of the agents was walking towards him. He stopped beside a black SVU. As the men with the black wavy hair reached the car he bend down to look at Xander and opened his mouth.

But as Xander saw his face he could’t stop his exclamation “Angel?! Is that you?”

Then he banged his head repeatedly on the steering wheel and muttered “Stupid Xander, he is standing in the noon sun, he can be Angel.”

A harsh voice asked “You called me Angel. You are the second this week to call me that. The second person to speak from a inability to be in the sunlight. He tried to kill me through shoving a wooden peg in my upper torso. But you can not run away as the other. So tell me. Something. Now!!!!”

Xander looked up. “I have a feeling that calling you Angel was not the reason you are so pissed? What did this this other person? And who was it?”

“I am Agent Seeley Booth and I ask the questions her,” replied the man, “and you give the answers.” He pointed at his belt. “Can you see my badge. This gives me the upper hand.”



Before the situation could escalate - and thank Tara’s goddess before Xander had to come up with a good idea what he should say – a women came with fast and vigorous steps out of the woods.

“Booth, what is holding you up? This is a fascinating situation. The skeleton is….”



The agent interrupted her. “One moment.”

Turning back to Xander he requests “Answer me!”

But the slim women with the long, wavy light brown hair was not satisfied with his brush-off. She stalked to the men and grabbed his arm. “What’s your problem? We have a case. He can’t be a suspect. The victim is dead since approximately 30 years. The man in the car is by my estimate twenty – one….”



Xander bubbled “Exactly. I am a innocent bystander with car trouble. A normal person. And the agent has a similarity with a pal of mine, who is a Gothic with the goal to be as pale as possible. So there. If you give me directions and a bottle of water I am out of your hair. Please, pretty lady, can you help me with this.”

Temperance “Bones” Brennan, the pretty lady, stared. All in one breath. Fascinating. Like Zach. But this was not relevant for their case.

After that pause she looked questioningly at her partner. Booth nodded reluctantly. He knew, that he had no legal option to detain this young man with the eye patch for questioning.

But as she asked one of the other agents to provide the asked items for this interesting stranger, gave Booth another agent a sign to follow the car without attracting attention.

The End?

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