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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 > GeneralCrazyDanFR186871,01739964572,20016 Feb 1215 Oct 14No

Death is only the beginning....

I had to write this one.

'Nuff said.

Also I don't own 'Murder, she wrote' or BTVS or Final Destination.



Sunnydale California...

“Are you sure about this?” The aged, but not old woman asked her riding companion as she entered the city.

Her companion was silent but her intent was clear.

“He's just so young.” The woman said softly as her car began to vibrate far more than what the engine normally was capable of causing.

“I understand. Your time with him will be different than it was with me won't it?” The woman asked.

The excessive rattling and vibration in the cab of the car stopped.

“All right. He should be at school. His mother told me he likes to spend a lot of time at the library. It's funny though. I never pegged him for a big reader.” The woman said softly.

Her companion's response was what could be considered laughter to those that could interpret it.

Nodding to herself the woman drove towards Sunnydale High. She had a distant nephew to meet.



Sunnydale High Library...

“Oh my.” The woman said as she felt something close to what her own hometown produced but it was much more pronounced and sinister.

Her companion agreed with her. It wasn't supposed to be this bad here. Someone had altered it.

“Aunt Jessica?” Xander said as he looked up from the very droll and dense demon compendium he was researching for the latest crisis. Giles and Willow were out gathering ingredients while Buffy was over at Willy's for more information. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he got up to hug his distant aunt.

Jessica Fletcher smiled at her relative. “I'm retiring. Again.” She told him.

“For real this time?” Xander asked her with a grin.

“For real. I don't have many days left Xander. I've already closed up shop in New York and I'm heading back to Cabot Cove for a while.” Jessica Fletcher told her nephew.

“You've still got a couple of years left Aunt Jessica.” Xander told her. “What's really going on?”

“You know how odd things tend to happen around me?” Jessica asked him.

“I've heard things.” Xander hedged. If what he'd heard correctly from his Uncle Rory, his aunt was around a lot of dead people. Like, way too many dead people.

“Murders.” Jessica said softly. “I've been around what could be considered a stupidly large number of murders. There's a reason for that.”

“It's not like you're a harbinger of death or anything right?” Xander asked her with a grin.

“Well...” Jessica said with a sigh as a darkly dressed teen walked out from behind the stacks.

“Uh oh.” Xander said as his recently honed Hellmouth sense started tingling.

“Like I said. I'm retiring. She needs a new... companion.” Jessica told him, not realizing her companion had physically manifested.

“So... she's been with you on all your travels?” Xander asked.

“She's been out wandering on her own now and then but yes.” Jessica told him. “I'm sure you've heard the stories about people narrowly avoiding death in catastrophes only to die horribly later?”

“Yeah. She gets away from you every now and then huh?” Xander asked.

“I'm no spring chicken.” Jessica agreed.

“So now what?” Xander asked. “Dinner and movie?”

Jessica raised an eyebrow as she realized her nephew wasn't talking to her. She turned to look behind her and almost had a heart attack then and there.

It was only the young girl shaking her head that eased her seizing heart.

“You've got some years left Aunt Jessica. She'll be okay with me here. I really think she'll be... entertained.” Xander promised his aunt.

“You always were one of my favorites.” Jessica told him as she patted his hand. “I'll be going now.”

“Goodbye Aunt Jessica.” Xander said as his new 'friend' sat in his lap.

The two watched her leave.

“You know... I've never seen her jump up and kick her heels together before.” Death said quietly.

“Me neither. So... what do you for fun?” Xander asked her.

“Well... aside from the usual... have you ever heard of Rube Goldberg?” Death asked him.

“Yeah. Oh...” Xander said in understanding. “But first... I want to see you in action. If you don't mind that is.”

“Proof?” Death asked.

“Or a date.” Xander shrugged. “I'm thinking bowling.”

“I can work with that.” Death grinned. “I can totally work with that.

Tbc.....
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