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This story is No. 6 in the series "Family". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Graduation Day is approaching, and Xander wants to make one final call to his cousin, just in case.

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Movies > Fast and the Furious, TheMissEFR1511,7042227,43022 Jan 1022 Jan 10Yes
Disclaimer: Don't own or claim rights to Buffy or The Fast and The Furious.

A/N: This is going to be part of a series crossing with The Fast and The Furious, but I wrote this, and wanted to post it early. It is prior to the movie, and end-Season 3 for Buffy (naturally.)


The shaven-headed, muscled man picked up the phone. “Yo.”

“Dom?” the young man asked nervously.

“Xan, how's things? You packed yet?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” There was a pause, then, “So I'm graduating tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, is it? What time?”

“No!” Xander yelped. “God, Dom. No, I don't want you there.”


Xander was a little surprised at the coolness of Dom's response, until he realised what he had said. “Oh, hey, it's not like I wouldn't want you there. You know, normally. It's just... We've got this thing...”

“Yeah?” Xander's things were different to normal people's things.

Xander chuckled, but there was no humour to it. “Well, you know I've always said school was hell?”

“Yeah.” Dom knew that was truer at Xan's school than any other.

“And politicians are evil?”

Damn! The boy sounded scared. “What's happening?”

“Well, the Mayor, who had been forty for about a hundred years no – and that is not a joke – is turning into an A-grade, first class, snake demon tomorrow. Which is going to make him a little peckish, and what with the graduating class, and family and friends... So we're going to make sure that a) the class of '99 survives graduating, and b) the mayor doesn't. So... yeah.”

“What time?”


“Xan, you're family. And we can fight. We can at least beat the shit out of someone, or something, so let us come. What time?”

“You'd do that?”

“Do I have to come and knock some sense into you? Didn't I just say you're family? I figure me, Leon, Vince and Jesse, at least, can give you some extra muscle. If you've got something for Letty and Mia, that would be good, too.”

There was stunned silence for a moment. “Yeah. We've just got the students, and, well, they're pretty much just kids. None of them really know how to fight. But we're giving them flame throwers, bows, and stakes. We're doing our best, but... People are going to die, tomorrow, and it's my plan, my tactics, and I'm sending these kids out to die, and -”

“Xan,” Dom's voice broke through the boy's sudden babble. “Could they simply decide to not turn up?”

“Well, yeah.”

“So they decided to back your play?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“You've told them what's what? You're giving them weapons? You've covered the whole 'you could die' bit?

“Of course I have. I can't have them thinking it's all hugs and puppies, can I?”

“Then you've done your best. What time do you need us there?”

“Early as possible,” he replied, and Dom could hear the grin in his voice.

“Cool. Just us guys, or do you want the girls as well?”

“The girls can come. They can help getting the adults out of the way.” Xander chuckled. “None of them have met you guys. That's going to be … interesting.”

“Yeah. Finally get to meet that valley girl slayer of yours. Might have a few words to say to her.”

“Dom, you be like that, and I'll send you home. Whatever has happened, she's still a friend.”

Dom snorted into the phone.

“And if I'm back here next year, then I'll still be working with her, so … don't burn my bridges for me, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah. I'll play nice with blondie. And the rest of them. And then we're taking you home.”

Xander smiled. “Yeah. Home.”


A little after eight the next morning, five kitted out cars roared through the quiet suburban streets, pulling in smartly Xander's house. Xander straightened up from leaning on the mailbox, walked over to the lead car, and enveloped Dom in a big hug when he got out.

“Hey, man, thanks for coming.”

“You tell blondie we were coming?”

“Ah, no,” Xander replied with a guilty grin.

The larger man laughed and slapped him on the back. “Well, lets go introduce ourselves, shall we?”


As they walked into the hall, Dom asked, “So, what's the plan?”

“We're arming the students – stakes, axes, flame throwers, bows.” When he heard the men behind him laugh, he explained, “There's going to be an eclipse, so there will be vampires, and guns don't work with them. Also, the mayor is turning into a huge snake demon – guns won't work on him, either. I don't think arrows will, either, but they might make a difference with the vamps. Oh, but hey! We're blowing the hell out of the school,” he added, grinning. “We're thinking that's how we're going to kill the mayor. Last time it took a volcano erupting, but, you know, no handy volcanoes around here.” He shrugged.

“Okay, so, Dom, I'm going to give you, Vince, Leon and Jesse axes and stakes, and put you with Angel. He's a vamp, but he's on our side. It's complicated,” he grumbled, “and I don't like him at all, but he's Buffy's pet vamp, and he's a good fighter, so I'm using him. Now, you remember what I said about vamps? Cut off the head, or stake to the heart. They're way strong, so watch yourselves.”

Xander looked over to the two women who had accompanied the men. “Mia, Letty, there's going to be parents and friends here. We told the students to try and keep people away, but they're still going to be there. I need you two to make sure they get out of here the minute things start going to hell, which will be about when the eclipse starts. I'm going to give you stakes, as well, and a small axe each, if you can find one. Look after yourselves. That's even more important than looking after the adults. They live here, they should know the dangers. You don't, you came here for me. So look after yourselves.”

When they got to the front, Buffy and Angel eyed the group accompanying Xander. “You want to share?” Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Buffy, Angel, this is my family. They're here to help. Angel, the guys are going with you. They're good fighters. As for the girls, they're going to be looking after the adults.”

Buffy looked at the group. Four very rough looking men, and two rather skanky women. She raised both eyebrows. “Seriously? Family?”

Xander gritted his teeth. He knew they wouldn't fit Buffy's idea of a perfect family, but he really didn't care. “Yes, Buffy. Family. Dom and Mia are blood, but the rest are family, just as much.”

Buffy glanced over to Angel, who gave a slight nod, so she shrugged. Dom frowned. “Wait. You trust him over Xan? I thought Xander was your friend. Last I heard, friends trusted friends. Or maybe you aren't that kind of friend.”

Xander turned to his cousin and laid a hand on his chest. “Dom, please,” he murmured. “I asked you.”

Dom looked at his cousin, then ruffled his head. “Yeah, okay. 'Cause you're my family,” he added, looking at Buffy. “So let's do this. Xan said something about weapons.”


It was finished. The school was still smouldering, still burning in spots, but the emergency personnel had it under control. Buffy looked over to where Xander was standing, joking with his 'family'. They had all made it through the fight, and it didn't even look like any of them had been hurt. They were all in a good mood. Dom spotted her watching them, and slapped Xander on the arm, and pointed. Xander nodded to him, and jogged over to her.

“We made it through,” he greeted.

“That we did.”

“Got off fairly light, all things considered.”

“Yeah. So you're off to LA now?”

“Yep. Going home.”

“'Home'? You've got to be kidding me? This is your home. Sunnydale is your home. How can you say that?”

He looked at her for a moment. “Sunnydale hasn't been home for some time, Buff. I've only stayed because of you, because of the slaying. Dom has been at me for a couple of years to move in with him, go to school in LA, but I stayed because of you. I stayed to help you fight. Was I wrong?”

She opened her mouth to argue, but couldn't. She had put a lot of effort recently into making him 'fray-adjacent' and having him move to LA would surely do that. “But we're friends. You're my friend. Are you leaving us? Are you just going to leave Willow like that?”

“I haven't decided if I'm leaving Sunnydale. Not yet. But if I do, I have a life, a family, and a job waiting for me in LA. If I come back, it's for the fight. No more of that 'fray-adjacent' shit. You hear?”

She gasped. “You just ...”

He grinned and shook his head. “Ah, yeah. That's the Toretto side coming out. It gets worse,” he added a little guiltily.

Buffy laid a hand on his arm. “Xander, they're really not a good influence on you.”

“What would you know? Yeah, they look tough, they drink, swear and fight. But they're good people. They're loyal as hell, and not afraid to stand up for what they think is right. They're my type of people. They came here for me. I didn't ask them, Dom just straight up said they were coming.” He shook his head. “You make me choose, and you'll lose. Don't do that, okay?” He looked back to his family to see that Dom was still watching them. “I'll let you know, okay? Have a good Summer.”

“What about Willow? You just going to walk out on her without a good-bye?”

Xander looked back at her, and tilted his head in thought. “I could, but that would be too much like Angel, wouldn't it.” He shook his head. “Nah, I've already said my good-byes. I think everyone's just going home to sleep for a week. I know I'm going to crash soon as. I think I'll get Mia to drive me home. Don't feel up to it tonight. Anyway, see you when I see you.”

Buffy watched him walk back to his family and grab one of the women in a one-armed hug, before being punched in the bicep by one of the men. Dom nodded to her before leading his family off.

“Bye, Xander,” she whispered.

The End

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