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Summary: In honor of Dogbertcarroll's 'Flickering Lights', a bunch of mostly Xander centered one-shots.

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralCrazyDanFR186770,02439884541,05916 Feb 1217 Jun 14No

Time to meet a maker...(Warehouse 13 continuation)

I don't own Warehouse 13 or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This is a piece of fanfiction and away we go......

This is a continuation of 'Pay the Lady before you Leave'



Detroit Michigan....

“Mmm.... tickles.” Xander said as he stood up from where he was crouching and turned around to face his attackers. “You're gonna have to do better than that little zap gun if you want to put me down.” He grinned.

“Well...shit.” Pete said as he stared at his Tesla and then at the eyepatched stranger that was giving him some really bad vibes at the moment.

Xander stared at the man and then moved his head to the left a little. “Myka? I'd say it was good to see you but your pal there went from zapping me with a souped up tazer to pulling a firearm on me.”

“Xander... Hi.” Myka said carefully. “It's complicated.” She said before whispering to Pete to put the gun down.

“Pretty complicated if you're trying to mug me for buying a storage locker.” Xander said with a snort. “What's the deal?”

“What's your deal pal?” Pete countered. “How did you shrug off the Tesla? Nobody does that unless they're packing an artifact!”

“Wow. He's kinda high strung isn't he?” Xander grinned.

“Slightly psychic and you're giving him all sorts of problems. Is this part of the extracurriculars you did in high school?” Myka asked him.

“Yeah. Artifacts?” Xander asked.

“Items of power. It's kind of a thing. Why are you here?” Myka asked him.

“Same. This locker contains the original PKE meters from the first 'Ghostbusters' movie. They're a lot more than just props now.” Xander said. “So... there are supposed to be four of them. Wanna split'em and go our separate ways?”

“No can do there buddy. They're coming with us.” Pete said as he brought out his badge. “We're Secret Service.”

“Funny, I've got my own orders signed by the president himself.” Xander said as he reached into his coat pocket. “I think I've got higher clearance than you.” He tossed the papers to Myka.

“These are real.” Myka said as she looked up at Xander. “We need to call our boss.”

“Do what you have to, just have Happy McTriggerfinger over there put his weapon away.” Xander said with a shrug.

“Pete, put the gun down while I call Artie.” Myka said.

“Myks.” Pete whined.

“Just do it Pete.” Myka told him. “This shouldn't take long.” She said to Xander.

“Yeah sure, whatever.” Xander shrugged. “Can I put my hands down now?”

“We'd rather you didn't.” Myka told him.

“Okay.” Xander sighed. “It's one of those days I guess. Makes me wish I had a smoke-bomb up my sleeve. Oh wait! I do!” Xander said before throwing his hands down and in the process releasing two smoke-bombs he had secreted away in his sleeves at the feet of the two secret service agents.

“Oh what!” Pete said as the smoke quickly enveloped both Myka and himself. “See, this is why I wanted to keep a gun on him.”

“Pete... Something's different.” Myka said as the smoke started to clear.

“What the heck?” Pete said as he looked around. “Why are we in a bathroom?”

“It's a ladies handicapped stall.” Myka said as she looked around. “But where?”

“Doesn't matter. He's got artifacts. Several. He's going down.” Pete said as he got a serious look on his face.

“Let's get someplace less conspicous and call Artie.” Myka said. “We need to know more about Xander.”

“You dated him.” Pete snarked. “Plus what's less conspicuous than a ladies room?”

“How about one that doesn't have people waiting to use the stall?” Someone called from outside the stall they were in.

“Point.” Pete sighed. “Let's go find out where we are.”



The Warehouse.....

“Where are you guys? That doesn't look like the storage facility.” Artie said as he answered his Farnsworth.

“Yeah. About that.” Pete said carefully.

“What happened?” Artie said with a sigh.

“Well for one you really didn't give us enough money.” Pete complained. “Then some guy bought like all the lockers. And it's someone that used to be bedroom buddies with Myka!”

“Really?” Artie asked with a raised eyebrow before composing himself. “That's not important. Did you get the items?”

“Again about that.” Pete sighed.

“What happened?” Artie demanded.
“Have you ever heard of someone being teleported by smoke-bombs?” Pete asked.

“No. Can't say that I have.” Artie admitted. “Though... never mind. Where are you?”

“Greyhound Station. In Chicago.” Myka told him. “Ways away from Detroit. We need everything you can get us on one Alexander Lavelle Harris formerly from Sunnydale California.”

“What kind of middle name is Lavelle?” Pete asked.

“I'll tell you later.” Artie said. “Get back to Detroit. I need you to return the rental car before you head back to the Warehouse.”

“We're on it.” Myka said before closing the Farnsworth.

“Man. Can't we just get someone to return the car?” Pete whined.

“Our stuff is still in it.” Myka reminded him.

“Crap.” Pete said. “We're gonna have to be part of C class boarding aren't we?”

“Probably.” Myka sighed. “I hate rush jobs.”



Two flights and one car return later....

The Warehouse.....

“What have we got?” Pete asked as he and Myka came into the offfice.

“Well... officially not much.” Artie said. “Claudia however dug up way too many conflicting reports off of some sub-groups. As for the Executive order... it's real. He can grab artifacts. Some obscure treaty I've never heard of. I've already tried calling Mrs. Fredrick. She's not answering.”

“So what have we got on him?” Pete asked.

“Some say he's a viking warrior of some sort. Has some sort of weird vision power.” Claudia said as she brought up some web pages. “Others call him the 'sane one' only cause he isn't. Lately though there is a whole other group that's been calling him the 'Mad Tinkerer.'” She said as she brought up the latest chats she'd found. “Guys, I don't think he's just hunting artifacts. I think he might be making them. Those 'smoke-bombs' he used? They ping in a way that's way too close to the mists of Avalon for anyone's liking.”

“He's a Maker, or as one former agent classified them... an Artificer.” Mrs. Fredrick stated as she startled everyone in the room by being behind them and talking.

“Gary Gygax was a warehouse agent?” Myka asked.

“It all makes sense now!” Pete exclaimed. “Wait, who is that again?”

“He invented Dungeons and Dragons.” Claudia said as she rolled her eyes. “Archivists?” She asked Mrs. Fredrick.

“The best ones I've ever seen.” Mrs. Fredrick said with a nod. “Leave him be. I do not want a Maker here. The things he could do with already active artifacts let alone the building itself....”

“Got it.” Artie said. “You heard the lady. We may not like it but we ignore the issue of Alexander Harris for now.”

“But I haven't even heard all your names yet.” A voice said from behind everyone.

They all turned to stare at Xander who was grinning like a loon.

“Don't do that!” Mrs. Fredrick shouted.

“Ooh!” Xander said, ignoring the Warehouse's guardian with casual ease. “What does that button do?”

“No, Don't!” Claudia and Artie yelled at the stranger.

TBC......
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