Okay, so that wasn't a "Secret Agent" costume...
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, just having fun. Joss owns Buffy. Damien Kindler and Amanda Tapping own Sanctuary (I think).
Author's Notes: This is just a drabble I was toying with. I may add on to it later, but “War of Angels” and “Powers Screw Up Again” take priority over this. I was just bored and was watching season 3 of Sanctuary. For continuity issues, this takes place after Halloween and several years before the first season of Sanctuary.
Halloween Night 1997 After the spell had been broken...
Ethan was running through an alley, hoping to put as much distance between himself and Ripper when the bust shattered. He knew that when things settled down, Rupert and his Slayer would probably go looking for him. That meant he had a couple hours minimum to get to his hotel, get his stuff, and flee town. Ten minutes later, he opened the door to his hotel room to see someone sitting there, wearing a three piece suit and drinking some wine.
“Well, well,” said the young man with eyes black as night as he bared his fangs, “I was wondering when you were going to show up.”
“Y-you,” Ethan stammered. He turned to go back out the door, but a wave of the stranger's hand caused the door to slam shut and the metal lock click into place. He turned around again to see the young man still sitting there, drinking his wine. “Wh-what do you want?”
“Ah...Ethan...Ethan...Ethan,” the young man said as he got up out of his chair, finishing off the wine and setting the glass on the table, “I want to know why your spell didn't completely dissipate. I should be my normal self again.” The teen's face shifted slightly, the black eyes returning to normal, color returning to his facial complexion as his fangs pulled back in. “But it seems that something is amiss here.”
“Well, mate,” Ethan said, “your costume wasn't exactly a costume.”
“You told me it was a secret agent costume...it even came with a funky electrical gadget.” The young man pulled out slender rod that was surrounded by tiny coils. “However, something tells me you're holding out on me.” The man's hand glowed blue for a moment, then electrical arcs crackled around the metal rod before jumping out at Ethan and scorching the wall next to him. “So, Ethan...where did you get this 'costume'?” Three days later...
It had been two nights since Halloween and, for the most part, things had returned to normal. However, something seemed to be a little off. With the exception of a phone call, no one else heard from Xander over the weekend immediately following Halloween. In fact, when the spell had worn off, Xander quickly ran off after checking to make sure everyone else was okay.
And now, it was Monday morning and Xander was not at the library with the rest of the scoobies.
“Are you sure he's okay?” Buffy asked. “He didn't seem like himself even after the spell lifted.”
“If you don't mind me asking,” Giles said as he thumbed through a book that offered a description of the ritual Ethan had performed, “what all do you remember?”
“Well,” Buffy said, “I can speak French.”
Willow just laughed and shook her head. “I still remember being a ghost, and I spent this last weekend touching everything to make sure I was solid.”
“Well, while you losers were trying to recover, I decided to soothe my Halloween induced trauma with a little bit of mall-therapy,” Cordelia said as she leaned back in her chair and began to file her nails. “Then I saw Dweeb-boy walking out of 'Black and Winterfield's.”
“Wait, isn't that where the rich snobs go to buy suits and stuff?” Willow asked. “Oh, no offense, Cordelia.”
“None taken,” Cordelia said, “and I must admit that your ghostly antics must have given you a backbone because you wouldn't have normally said that in my face like you did. Very good, Willow, soon you might become one of us.”
Willow's face paled. “Oh hell no,” she whimpered.
“What did Xander say to you?” Buffy asked.
“Nothing,” Cordelia replied. “I don't think he saw me and I was too stunned to approach him because he was...wearing real clothing.”
“Oh, but I saw you.”
They all looked up in the direction of the new voice and Buffy, Willow, and Cordelia's mouths all dropped open in shock. Meanwhile, Giles took off his glasses and began to polish them.
“Good Lord, Xander,” Giles said, “what happened to you?”
Xander closed the library doors behind him and smiled. “What do you mean, Giles?” He then looked down at his clothes for a moment. “Oh, you mean these? Eh...decided to change my wardrobe a little.”
“Xander, you're wearing slacks, a button shirt, a tie, and an expensive leather jacket,” Cordy said. “What's going on?”
“Oh, you know, lifestyle change. Got possessed by some vampire-like creature and...well...I got a long story to tell you.” He then gestured with his hand and one of the metal stools slid across the floor to stop behind him. He sat down and then grinned at everyone at the table. “It all started with a young and arrogant little pretty boy scientist named Nikola Tesla...”