*Disclaimer* I do not own the Riddick series or Buffy nor do I make any money from my stories.*Xander looked around the Magic Shop and was pleased to see his friends all there and doing research on their new evil of the week. It was something that Xander had seen himself and had brought to the others attention. Now he just had to hope that they found what was coming before it actually got there. He looked back down at the book he was reading and was surprised to see that it wasn't in the same language that it had been in when he started reading it. He looked up in concern to ask Giles if his book had changed languages only to feel as if the world had tilted on it's axle and he was standing in a strange corridor that had no color at all. All around him were these guys in dull gray uniforms were standing at attention. He heard a deep voice speaking and so he followed it hoping for a clue as to what was going on. He stepped into a large room with a whole bunch of people in it that were all dressed in strange clothes that were all different colors. He looked around to find the speaker and was surprised to see a large bald man sitting on a throne on a dais at the front of the room. He was about to go back to the room he had come from when the man on the throne stood up and began advancing on him. He turned and began to run down the first hallway he came to. The man was so close to him that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck when he tripped.."
Xander sat straight up with a shout and was a little surprised to feel his head hit something. He looked around and saw his friends all standing around him and the thing he had hit turned out to be Buffy's face.
"Sorry, Buffy. Strange dream."
Giles looked over at him and asked, "What was it about?"
"I was here helping research something and then I was in some weird hall with strangely dressed people. I saw this big, bald guy on a throne and then he was chasing me. I couldn't understand anything the people were saying and the book I was reading in the beginning of the dream, it changed languages on me."
"I would have to read up on dreams to really understand what it means, Xander, but, I wouldn't worry to much about it. If you have it again try to remember more details about the people if you can. It could be important."
Xander nodded and said, “Will do, G-Man.”
He looked at his watch and said, “Well, I gotta go, guys. I’ve got an early shift at the site tomorrow. I’ll see ya’ll tomorrow afternoon.”
Xander made his way back to his apartment and crawled into his bed with a sigh as he settled down and hoped that the dream didn’t come back. Unfortunately for him someone upstairs really wanted him to see what happened next because, as soon as his head hit the pillow he was sound asleep and falling right back into the dream where he left it at the Magic Box.
* The man was so close to him that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck when he tripped and he fell flat on his face in the hallway. He scrabbled to get up again but, the big guy who had been chasing him had been right behind him and took this moment to leap onto his back. Xander grunted with the sudden added weight but managed to not squeak like a little girl.