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Summary: Xander takes a little time off to let his wounds heal after the Olaf incident. His mother's estranged brother's place should be quiet enough to give him the time to heal, after all how exciting could working in deep space telemetry be?

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Stargate > Xander-Centered(Current Donor)dogbertcarrollFR15613,50770365103,66520 May 109 Jun 14No

I have a plan!

In a base the size of the SGC it was a statistical fact that at least one or two people a year died outside of combat from accident, misadventure, sickness, or just plain bad luck. So the base was not unused to personnel dying, but Xander's death cast a pall over the base far greater than would have been expected for someone who had been there for such a short amount of time, but considering how quickly he made friends and how many people had already known him, perhaps that was to be expected.

General Hammond wasn't sure why so many of the troops had stopped by the morgue to pay their respects or why they seemed to have unofficially stationed a rotating pair to stand watch over the body, but as it seemed to comfort them, he didn't interfere. What the General did do was go over the personnel files and find that an unusual amount of personnel came from Sunnydale California, Harris' hometown. Something about the area seemed to make them more mentally sound to deal with the unique mental pressures on the base.

Jack wasn't taking Xander's death lightly either, he'd spent nearly twelve hours on the phone calling in favors to try and find some way to undo his nephew's death, nor was he the only one upset.

"Your attempts to locate a sarcophagus have failed?" Anise asked, masking her concern with some difficulty.

"The one sent to area 51 is unavailable and even the damaged one we recovered has vanished into inventory," Jack admitted absently, as he mentally went through the list of people who owed him favors. "The Tok'ra still forgoing the use of them?"

Anise nodded. "It is still our belief that reckless use of regenerative technology is responsible for our species decline."

"Using one on a Tok'ra would probably be a bad idea," Jack agreed. "A single use on a host, given the temporary nature of the problems it causes humans however…"

"The Tok'ra don't keep sarcophagi around, even for testing purposes, to remove the temptation," Anise admitted with a sigh.

"And all the Goa'uld owned ones are too well guarded?" Jack half asked, half stated as he walked away.

Anise froze, her eyes flickering back and forth as she had a rapid discussion with her host.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow at Jack, questioning what he was planning as he'd caught the entire exchange.

"Plausible deniability," he replied with some satisfaction as they watched Anise depart with strong purposeful strides.

"Indeed," Teal'c said, suppressing a smile as he realized Jack's plan.

"This is frustrating," Janet complained, she'd buried herself in work to hide her feelings as she'd quite liked Xander, who was now lying on a slab in the morgue.

"What is?" Sam asked.

"The computer won't accept his death certificate," she replied, not needing to say whose it was.

"Let me see," Sam said, taking over the computer. After several minutes and a number of rejections she frowned. "You have to file it according to Lazarus protocols which requires… a wait of seven days and re-verification of death before filing."

"That… sounds like something we need here," Janet admitted.

"Any change?" Dawn asked, as Buffy returned from the basement.

Buffy shook her head. "We got all the shrapnel out of him we could, but he's still not awake."

"Still crouched over X-Xander's body?" Dawn stuttered out.

"Still trying to protect him," Buffy said sadly. "We can't get him to turn loose of Xander without doing damage until he regains consciousness and since he was harmed with blessed silver, that may be a couple of days."

"Whatever they did seems to have worked," Giles offered. "Glory and her minions are gone."

"Another victory like this and we're doomed," Buffy said looking over at the couch where Willow was comforting Tara, who'd been brain sucked by Glory, whose death hadn't restored the people who's minds she'd eaten.

"A great deal of damage was done to Tara," Giles admitted, "but we're making headway into finding a way to heal her."

"I know, it's just… I'm the slayer, but against Glory I was useless. I'm supposed to be the great champion, but look at what we've faced. Being a slayer isn't enough," Buffy said.

"What are you saying?" Giles asked.

"I'm saying guarding the Hellmouth requires a lot more power and skill than just being a slayer. Trading just one of the gang for a slayer would be a step down. Attending college was a mistake, I have to focus on being a better champion."

"And how will you do over that?" Giles questioned.

"By thinking like Xander, a man who read far too many comics about Batman, but made some damn good points," Buffy replied, "Humans are tool using animals and while I don't think I can pull off a cape and cowl, body armor, modern weapons, and tools are something Xander's shown can work."

"So you're going to concentrate on modernizing."

"We're also herd animals, Buffy added, "So better weapons and tactics. I don't want to lose another friend because I wasn't prepared to deal with something."

"I'll help you in any way I can," Giles promised.

Anise entered the morgue and saw two soldiers guarding Xander's body. This complicated things.

The female soldier's eyes narrowed as she saw Anise slide her hand towards something. In a blur of motion she drew on the alien, the click of the safety disengaging startlingly loud in the quiet room.

"Heidi?" the male soldier asked, copying her actions.

"She was reaching for a weapon," Heidi replied.

Anise moved her hands away from her body. "I was merely coming to examine Xan- the body."

"Several times there have been reports of members of SG-1 dying and then turning up unharmed," the male soldier noted as they stood there.

"There are devices," anise said, unsure how much they knew and knowing that the topic of sarcophagi was restricted.

"I'm in the dark here," Heidi admitted still aiming at anise and prepared to fire if she twitched.

"If he's died recently enough, the Tok'ra have devices that can revive him," the man said slowly.

"Will it still be him?" Heidi asked intently.

"Temporary chemical imbalance causing him to act a bit off for up to forty-eight hours before his normal brain chemistry reasserts itself and multiple uses of the device may cause psychosis," the soldier said, as if recalling something he'd read.

"Tok'ra do not keep such devices around," Anise admitted.

"But you know of where one is," Heidi said, flicking the safety back on before holstering her side arm.

"I may," Anise allowed.

"Jeff you are about to get lucky, as in my grief I sought comfort in your arms in the bathroom," Heidi said.

"My boyfriend and superiors are going to kill me," Jeff muttered holstering his weapon.

"I… Thank you," Anise said, pulling out a roll of black material.

"Don't mention it, we were never here," Heidi said as she drug Jeff to the bathroom.

Dawn checked the basement once more, but there was no change, the two perforated bodies were in the same position as before with the blond wrapped around the dark haired man trying to protect him.

A faint clink was heard, as a silver pellet was pushed out of the back of the slowly healing vampire and fell to the floor. The sound was replaced a few seconds later as one fell out of the dark haired man's leg.

Dawn sighed and closed the door, it was killing her to see them like this.

Typing by: Stephenopolos

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You have reached the end of "I Still Say it Looks like a Nail" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 9 Jun 14.

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