Haven gave Xander the willies. He wasn’t sure how Dawn hadn’t taken one look and known something was up. It was too neat and tidy. It was too much like Sunnydale. All the Council mystics assured him it wasn’t a hellmouth but it was a weird little town.
Buffy was off talking to Crocker, who both Dawn and Oz assured him it would be best if he avoided. Not because he wasn’t a nice guy, both of them assured him he was a decent guy, but memories that were best left to rest would be stirred up.
Xander was trying to find someone to ask about the possible weirdness when someone tapped him on the shoulder and asked, “Can I help you?”
He turned and saw a pretty blond with a curious smile and a badge on her hip.
“Do you believe in weird things?” he blurted, then resisted the urge to smack himself in the face.
“Are you…troubled?” she asked cautiously, brow furrowing. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm. “Because I’ll try to help you any way I can.”
“No, no. I’m perfectly sane,” he said, shaking his head. “I was just wondering if there were a lot of weird occurrences in town. My friend drove through and almost got her car crushed by boulders and it struck me as…odd.”
“Oh,” she said, drawing back. “Well. That was, um. Okay, yeah, that’s normal here. Weird stuff. The locals call it the Troubles. You don’t have to worry, though. It’s under control.”
He was pretty sure she was leaving a lot out but Xander was also pretty sure she was telling the truth.
Still, he pulled a business from his pocket. “In case you run up against something you need help with. I’m pretty good with the weird.”
She hesitantly took his card and tucked it into her pocket after a brief glance. “Thank you.” Her phone rang and she started stepping away. “I’ve gotta take this. You watch out for rock slides.”
“Safety first, that’s my motto,” he said, tapping his eyepatch.
That startled a laugh out of her before she answered her phone, “Parker here. What’s the emergency?” she sighed as she walked away. “Duke, that’s not an emergency.”
He pulled his cell out of his pocket and pressed speed dial. “Hey Buff…Yeah, I think we can wrap it up here. Whatever’s happening here, I’m pretty sure it’s in good hands.”
He glanced around as he listened to Buffy babble about letches and thieves as the locals went about their business and decided he was comfortable leaving this one up to destiny. He was going back to his big, warm, friendly city on the bay and away from this creepy little town.