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This story is No. 2 in the series "Travails in Time". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander in the old west. Drabbles and scenes set in my Travails in Time 'verse.

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Television > Magnificent Seven, The(Past Donor)HiltonKFR13113,37605324,39317 Aug 1026 Nov 10No

Habits of a 'Den Father'

Pieces of the Past

Set in my Travails in Time ‘verse.

Little bits and pieces that have popped into my head, many thanks to the lovely reviews – see? I do read ‘em, even if I don’t reply. Cheers!
There’s one longer piece in the works, lots of these drabbly things and the ending is practically written!
These won’t be in chronological order, and some are *very* short.
Relevant disclaimers, other than my non-ownership of BtVS and Magnificent Seven, will be at the end of chapters.


Ezra came downstairs, glowering at all and sundry. He stalked up to the bar and growled at the one-eyed man.


“Get up on the wrong side of bed this morning?” Xander asked with a chuckle.

“Why Mr. Larabee felt the need for us to leave at this ungodly hour…,” the gambler grumbled. The saloon doors swung open and Ezra turned to level a glare at the newcomer. JD bounced in, excited at the upcoming trip to Eagle Bend.

“Mornin’, Ez. Xander.”

“Must you be so chipper, Mr. Dunne?” Ezra practically whined. He was distracted as the bartender slipped a strong coffee onto the bar beside him. Ezra took a moment to savour the aroma, his eyes unconsciously closing, before taking a deep draft.

As he placed his cup back on the countertop he was startled by large arms pulling him into a bear hug.

“Unhand me, you great oaf.” Ezra fought his way free of the grasp. “What the hell did you think you were doing manhandling my person like that, Mr. Harris?”

“It’s Xander, Ezra, and I thought you looked a bit grumpy, tired, and teary.” Xander bit back a grin at the gob-smacked expression on the other man’s face. Swiftly Ezra pulled himself together and dragged JD with him as he stormed out of the saloon, muttering under his breath.

“I was *not* teary.”


A/N This was me this morning. Sadly, I did not have a one-eyed bartender on hand. Bet it would have helped, tho…
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