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Family Tides

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Summary: Xander discovers he has a secret to keep and protect

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Movies > Pirates of the Caribbean > Xander-CenteredCCAmazonFR1855,59514717,01511 Aug 0931 Mar 10No

Chapter 5

“No, Willow, I’m fine really.” Xander sighed, leaning his head against the wooden doorframe. “Seriously. No. The lawyer turned on everything but the phone. I’m sorry I didn’t call you, I had a busy day yesterday. Resolve face, yeah I know. I’ll call you again tomorrow, as soon as I can. Love you too, bye.” He hung up the phone and sighed again.

“Women problems?” Jack asked as he met Xander at the door.

“Willow is not my woman.” Xander replied.

Jack smirked. “That’s what I used to say about Lizzie.”

Xander opened the door and they both walked out into the hot sun. Well Xander walked, Jack sort of staggered.

“You shouldn’t lie to yourself,” Jack draped an arm around Xander’s shoulder.

“Willow and I have agreed that we’re better as friends then anything else.”

“Ahh, so you have, you know.” Jack smiled.

“No.” Xander shook his head. “What about you and Lizzie? I mean you were, are old enough to be…”

Jack held up a finger. “Age is just a number, savvy.”

“Still. How did you two get together?” Xander watched as Jack transformed from the slightly tipsy man that had walked out of the bar with him to someone who was haunted by something and back again.

“That’s a long story.”

“I got time.” Xander said with a smile.

“Maybe a little later Xander.”

Xander just shrugged and nodded.

 



 

Xander found it not as easy to spar with Lizzy as it had been with Jack. She was defently the better of the two. She seemed unnaturally agile with her sword.

“A couple of centuries of practice will make you better than most.” Jack informed him before he helped him up.

“Yeah well I’m ready for a break.” Xander muttered dusting off the sand.

“Alright.” Lizzie said with a smile.

He sat down next to Jack as Lizzie sat on the other side of him. She produced a bottle of coppery liquid from seemingly thin air before pulling the cork and taking a long pull from it. She grinned and passed the bottle to Jack, who looked lovingly at it.

“Aww it’s my label.” Jack said fondly.

“Billy must have kept it. I found it stashed in the kitchen.” Lizzie said.

“I kind of hate to drink it.” He said before taking a swig and passing it to Xander.

“I’m only eighteen.” Xander said pushing the bottle back to Jack.

Jack snorted and shoved the bottle into Xander’s hands.

“You’re also a Turner and a thus a pirate.” Jack informed him matter of factly. “ ‘Sides we’re family. “

Xander shrugged and took a sip of the coppery liquid. It burned, but not as much as he thought it would and left a sweet after taste in his mouth. He passed the bottle back to Jack who slapped him on the back.



“When are you going back to Sunnydale?” Lizzie asked.

“Few days.”

“I’ll give you our contact information before then.” Lizzie told him.

“Just make sure you memorize it before you leave.” Jack finished.

Xander shook his head and took another drink from the bottle.

 



The next morning, Xander woke to the steady throbbing in his head. He cracked his eyes and quickly closed them again as the bright Florida sun streamed into the room. He silently counted to five, before he opened them again and sat up, groaning as the room swam. When he was finally able to focus he noticed four ibprophin tablets nestled in a palm in front of him.

“We should have gone a bit easier on you.” Lizzy commented quietly.

“I should have known better to drink with pirates,” Xander replied, downing the pills.

Lizzy chuckled, taking a seat on the coffee table across from Xander. He groaned again as Jack came into the room, managing to make more noise than he thought was possible.

“Jack.” Lizzie admonished.

“What?”

“Xander’s a bit hung-over. You could be a little less…”

Jack made a reproachful noise as he draped his arms across the back of the couch.

“He’ll be fine.” Jack replied, cuffing Xander on the back.

Xander groaned again and clamped his eyes down tightly, only to crack an eye open when a string of swears, aimed solely at Jack, spilled forth from Lizzie’s lips. Xander grinned at Jack as Lizzie stomped off into the kitchen and the pirate joined him on the couch.

“You do that on purpose, don’t you?” Xander asked, already knowing the answer.

“I love seeing her get like that,” Jack replied. “and it defently makes the making up better.” He added, his grin turning lecherous.

“I so didn’t need to know that.” Xander replied.

Jack chuckled, before turning serious. He pulled out a large yellow folder and handed it to Xander.

“There’s the rest of your inheritance.” Jack told him, pointing to the folder.

“I thought Bernie this was it.” Xander replied looking around the house, the ibprophin kicking in.

“Yeah, sort of…”

“Billy didn’t want the family inheritance falling into your mother’s hands.” Lizzie informed him quietly, unsure of the relationship between the two. When Xander just nodded, Lizzie understood that to mean there wasn’t much of one.

“So Billy asked that we take care of the rest of it.” Jack told him.

“Why didn’t you give this to me the other day?” Xander asked opening the folder.

Jack and Lizzie looked at each other briefly, and Xander understood.

“Oh.” Xander mumbled quietly. “You wanted to make sure I wasn’t…”

Lizzie nodded. “Sorry about that.”

“Believe it or not I understand.” Xander replied with a small smile. “Wait, if you had to size me up before giving me…holy shit that’s a lot of money.” Xander breathed taking in the total amount at the end of the bank statement.

“Just a couple generations of good investments.” Lizzie replied with a giggle.

“Right. Anyway, why give me the chest…”

“That wasn’t suppose to happen.” Lizzie replied looking a bit guilty. “Bernie was suppose to wait for us to get there before opening Billy’s office. We were suppose to open it, tell you about your family history, and if you did freak out…”

“And you weren’t a wanker.” Jack imputed.

“…then we’d give you everything.” Lizzie finished, glaring at Jack.

“You’re lucky we like you, Mate.” Jack replied.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, choosing this time to ignore her husband and continue on.

“You are a good man Xander Harris. Do not let anyone tell you other wise.”

The End?

You have reached the end of "Family Tides" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 31 Mar 10.

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