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Summary: Xander Harris has managed to survive on the Hellmouth without any real combat training or any serious injuries for a long time. Now he's finally learning why that's so.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-CenteredGreywizardFR1534,77425122,81225 Aug 117 Apr 13No

Chapter One

Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss and ME, Tim Kring or Valiant Entertainment, Inc. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Multi-crossover and response to Challenge 421: Xander's Real Father.

Time Frame: Post 'Chosen' for the Scoobies, and some indeterminate time in his own series for the crossover character.

Spoilers: None.

Character Bashing: None.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #24 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.


Hyperion Hotel
Los Angeles, CA

May 21, 2003

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for a young man named Alexander Harris," the dark-haired man with the engaging smile said he hesitated by the desk in the hotel's lobby and spoke to one of the teenaged girls sprawled on the various couches scattered around the lobby. "I was told I could find him here."

"And you are?" the young redheaded woman nearest the desk asked as she smoothly slid to her feet to face the newcomer.

"My name's Gil Masters," the man replied. "Is Alexander here?"

"He's here, but he's resting," the teen told him. "What was it you wanted to talk to him about?"

"That's a personal matter between myself and Alexander," Masters said politely. "If he wants to talk to you about it after I speak with him, that's up to him. Until he tells me otherwise, I'm not about to discuss it with anyone else."

"I suppose that's not unreasonable," the teen reluctantly admitted, unconsciously biting her lower lip as she considered the situation.

"Okay, you wait here, and I'll see if he wants to talk to you," she stated, giving Masters a determined look as she did so. "Caridad and Shannon here will keep you company while I do that," she went on, turning and nodding at both girls as she spoke.

Masters noted that both of the girls named nodded back, clearly indicating that they understood whatever unspoken message had apparently been conveyed. For his part, the visitor merely nodded his own acknowledgment of the redhead's instructions, then nonchalantly walked over and took a seat on one of the unoccupied chairs.

As he waited, his eyes quickly flicked over and evaluated every thing in the room, noting that both girls were quite clearly watching him with the stillness and placidity of a jungle beast considering its next potential meal.

Suppressing the smirk that threatened to take control of his lips as he realized the girls obviously thought him to be little to no threat to themselves, Gil Masters, also known as Gilad Abrams, Gilad Anni-Padda, Gilad the One or the mythical Eternal Warrior, settled down to wait for the young man he'd traveled over four thousand miles to meet.


One of the Hyperion's conference rooms

A short while later

"Excuse me, but – WOULD YOU REPEAT WHAT YOU JUST SAID?!!" Xander Harris half-shouted as he stared at the man sitting across the conference table from himself and the other members of his family present in the hotel.

Ignoring the glares focused on him by the four women – a blonde, a redhead and two brunettes – seated with the dark-haired youth who was currently wearing a dark leather eyepatch, Gilad calmly repeated his previous statement.

"I said, I have reason believe I am your father, Alexander," he said, locking eyes with the younger man and not breaking the stare-down.

"Sorry, man, but regardless of how much I'd prefer it to be otherwise, my father is Tony Harris," the youth immediately shook his head in denial of the visitor's comment. "I even have – or rather I had, before Sunnydale decide to emulate the Grand Canyon – the birth certificate to prove it, so whatever you're trying to sell me isn't going to work, so why don’t you just leave, and we'll all pretend this little meeting never happened, okay?"

"Since I rather doubt you'd believe who I said informed me that you were my son," Gilad said, seemingly ignoring Xander's comment, "why don't we simply have a paternity test done, so you can see I'm correct?

"And then once you realize what I've said is true," he went on, "we can then discuss the reason why I came here."

"Look, buddy, why don’t you take the hint and just get the hell out of here?" the hard-eyed brunette, who'd been introduced as Faith Lehane and who sat two places down from the young man he'd come here to see, snarled at their guest, her hostile reaction mirrored in the eyes of all of the youth's other companions.

"Things haven't exactly been going all that well for any of us the past couple weeks, so we really don't need some freakin' asshole coming around now and trying to screw with our heads," she almost literally growled.

"So, if you leave now, you get to go with your ass intact and no bones broken," she declared. "Keep up with this shit you've been shoveling and you're gonna be leaving in a wheelchair, capice?"

"Since this is none of your concern, girl, I would ask that you remain silent and allow me to discuss this with Alexander," Masters said, keeping his eyes on Xander and not even bothering to glance at the fuming brunette.

The guy's apparent indifferent dismissal of her was clearly the proverbial straw which broke the camel's back, and Faith leaped up from the table and sprang across the table, hands extended to grab him, before anyone could try to stop her.

The various witnesses' screams and protests of the brunette's actions were stopped in mid-word as the man she'd intended to attack reacted almost as quickly as Faith had. Grabbing hold of her outstretched hands, Masters twisted his body in his chair and pulled her forward in a controlled takedown that allowed him to slam the surprised and unsuspecting brunette against the floor behind him.

After apparently effortlessly pinning her arms behind the futilely struggling Slayer, Gil looked over his shoulder at the stunned expressions on the four young people who were now staring at him with shock and disbelief, and said, "I suppose I'll need to explain how I could do that, hmm?"
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