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This story is No. 4 in the series "Succour". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Change continues to happen with Ryan and Xander, as things come to light and the future becomes uncertain. BTVS and The OC cross. Non-explicit slash.

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Television > OC, ThechurkeyFR1553,881032,48726 Mar 1031 Mar 10Yes

Out of the pan

AN: I don't own either BTVS, The OC, or Charmed. I don't make money from this story.

Thanks everyone for reading! While this also may seem like a cliff-hanger, it wasn't meant to be. I've already started writing the next part, which may be the last. Enjoy!

Also, I didn't really mean to make Willow and Buffy the bad guys (I actually like them and generally frown on character bashing). In my defense, I'm building off the sentiments in the "Zeppo" episode. At this point, Xander is missing an eye and limps! Willow and Buffy are justified for making him retire.

The Charmed portion required a bit of extra research, since its been a very long time since I've watched the show. For that matter, I don't really identify any of the women, but I apologize if any of them are OOC. I don't know these characters and I only really wanted them here as a catalyst.

Out of the pan

As Ryan pulled up to Xander’s apartment complex he noticed that, yes, Xander’s car was there but he wasn’t inside. Instead, he was standing on the lawn talking with three women. Actually, it was looking a little more like an argument. As he got out of his car he was able to hear their voices, which weren’t quite loud enough to be shouting but weren’t very quiet, either.

“I can’t believe that Willow called you! I was at someone’s house last night. There wasn’t any reason to worry. I’m not patrolling or anything, seriously,” Xander’s voice was exasperated.

“Look, Willow is a good friend and she was worried about you. We’re only here because she asked us, as a favour, to check up on you. Don’t get angry at us.” It seemed that one of the women was also getting frustrated.

“Yeah, it isn’t like we had nothing better to do and suddenly decided, ‘Lets go harass some one-eyed guy, it’ll be fun!’” Yikes, one had resorted to sarcasm.

“Fine, fine. You aren’t the ones to blame. I get that. I really do blame Willow. This is just so frustrating. I fought vampires and demons for over ten years before Willow and Buffy decided that I wasn’t allowed to anymore. If Willow hadn’t threatened to mojo me, I probably wouldn’t have listened. So here, I am, in San Fran where you guys, with a slayer, take care of everything. She should be freaking happy and not keeping tabs on me!” Xander was practically shouting by the end of his speech. Although, Ryan only noted it absentmindedly. Since, what the hell was Xander talking about? Vampires? Demons? And none of the three women were looking at him like he was crazy.

“Where did you get those bruises? It looks like you have been fighting. Seems like Willow may have been right to worry. Especially since those bruises are fresh. Like maybe you got them last night, fresh.” This was the third women who spoke.

“Yeah, I was fighting. Not vampires, though. It really isn’t any of your business. It also isn’t Willow’s business. How I spend my time in exile is my business and no one else’s.” Xander was being almost petulant at this point.

“Look, buddy, it became our business when Willow called us. Just tell us what it is going on so we can call Willow and, hopefully, never have to bother you again.” It was back to the first women Ryan had heard speaking.

“No. I’m not telling you people anything. All you need to tell Willow is that this is the end. No more. Tell her that I’m changing my number and that, for all that she is an uber-witch, she’ll never find or be able to contact me again.” Xander’s voice was quiet now.

Ryan finally decided that he should make his presence known. He walked up to Xander and put his hand in the small of his back. Just to let him know that he was there. Xander smiled briefly at Ryan before turning back to the women.

“Keep dreaming, guy. First, you can give Willow your own messages and, second, no way you can hide from her. Who the hell are you, by the way?” It was still the first woman talking.

“That also, isn’t any of your business. What I’d like to know is who the hell you people think you are? I’m not covered in your jurisdiction and you have no reason to be interfering in my life. Don’t think I don’t know how to contact the Elders. Also, do you really think that I spent years surviving in Africa and learned nothing? They have old magic there and I made some friends. Even learned a thing or two.

“I wanted to believe that Willow would at least leave me in peace, if I did what she wanted. I may resent being forced into this exile, but I’m not stupid. I know I’m not really fit for fighting anymore. I don’t really know you guys and maybe you aren’t as pushy as you’ve been today. Just give Willow my message. Go back to your lives and I’ll go back to mine. And we’ll never have to see each other again. Deal?” Xander’s voice was resigned now.

“Fine, whatever. We did as asked. Have a nice life,” and the three women walked away.

As they left, Xander only sighed and turned towards Ryan. Ryan pulled Xander into a tight hug. He didn’t know what had just happened, but this much he could do.

The End

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