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Xander and Yet ANOTHER Demon

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Xander and the New 'Verse". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Three years after the fall of Sunnydale, Xander Harris is in a bar, and something that isn’t human just walked in. It has to be a demon, right? Even if this is Colorado Springs…

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Stargate > Xander-CenteredDianeCastleFR133460,6151961392451,00212 May 1217 Jul 12Yes

Sam and the Moving Job

A/N: See chapter 1 for disclaimer, spoilers, notes on AU, and why Xander has his eye back.



Sam followed Xander’s directions to Vi’s parent’s home. She still wasn’t sure this wasn’t some sort of trap, regardless of how unlikely that seemed under the circumstances. The trouble was that she liked Xander. He handled Anise expertly, as if he had years of experience with her sort of behavior. He melded well with SG-1. She had a feeling he would hit it off with Jack, too. They would probably sit around trying to out-snark each other, but that would be good. Or, as Xander said, ‘of the good’. Sam was from California – in part, anyway, given that she was an Air Force brat – and even she found Xander’s ‘valley boy’ phraseology weird.

Breakfast had been interesting, even if there had been a few tense moments. When Teal’c had claimed that he was from Chulak in Mozambique, Xander had laughed and called him on it at once. He had said, “Hey big guy, I’ve been in Mozambique, and I know what the natives look like and sound like. And you ain’t it.”

And then there had been Anise’s comments, which were not always security-oriented. Not to mention the look on the faces of the elderly couple behind them when Anise stated that she wanted Xander to spend time with her in her quarters, since she still hadn’t learned the ‘lazy doggie’. Sam had thought the little old lady was going to choke to death on her omelet.

They drove over to the Summerfield Suites, where Xander showered and changed clothes. Anise just had to inspect the bathroom and the bed, including checking out the shower while Xander was still in it. Sam was worrying that Anise would want to stay there for another bedroom ‘workout’, but fortunately Xander got a call from Vi that she and the moving van were nearly at the house.

And then there was Xander’s reaction when he had seen what was under Teal’c’s cap. Most people freaked when they saw the mark of the first prime of Apophis. Xander studied it carefully and finally said, “It looks like they carved the shape out with a knife and poured the molten metal right into the cut. Must’ve hurt like a bitch.” Sam really didn’t like the idea that Xander had enough experience with torture and wounds that he could identify something like that.

They pulled up along the sidewalk of what looked like an ordinary one-story house. Sam was guessing it was probably three bedrooms and two baths. It looked distinctly better than the surrounding houses, not that the neighborhood was bad or anything. But it had a new roof and a new exterior paintjob, plus a very impressive-looking sunroom on the south side. Sam recognized the handiwork from the blueprints. It looked like Xander really was telling the truth about that part.

An attractive young redhead who looked like a college student in jeans and a knit hat waved happily. She shouted, “Xander! You made it!” She ran over and gave Xander a huge hug, before dragging him over to see her parents. “Xander! You remember my mom and my dad, right?”

“She seems most pleased to see him,” said Teal’c. He adjusted his baseball cap so that the mark of Apophis no longer was on display.

Sam noted that Anise scowled at that. Sam hadn’t expected to see the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head after just one night of drunken sex. She sincerely hoped that Teal’c was wrong, and Xander wasn’t some sort of James Bond super-spy capable of winning over any woman in a single night. All the SGC would need would be a lovelorn Anise trying to get back to Colorado Springs on a regular basis. Seeing her once every couple years was usually trying enough. It was a good thing Anise was willing to stay in the SUV, because Sam wasn’t sure how they would have explained Anise’s ‘costume’ to someone who wasn’t in the know.

Vi’s dad strode over to meet Xander’s ‘crew’. He shook Sam’s hand and smiled, “Hi. Mike O’Connell, and that’s my wife Mary Bea. I’m USAF, but retired. Made it all the way up to major. Don’t know how Xander keeps rounding up all the pretty girls, but welcome.”

Sam smiled back, “Sam Carter. This is Daniel, and that’s Murray. We figured Xander could use a hand here, since his construction crew won’t be coming to help.”

“Well, that’s mighty neighborly of you.” Mike stopped and stared at Sam. “Sam Carter?” He scratched his bald spot and asked, “Any relation to General Jacob Carter, by chance?”

“My dad.”

Mike scratched his bald spot again. “I served under General Carter. A good man. But… I thought the general said his daughter was in the Air Force too.”

Sam managed a smile. “I am. Colonel Samantha Carter, at your service.”

Mike rolled his eyes. “Only Xander would get a colonel to come out and help us move. That boy…” He turned back to the house to escort them over to the moving van. “I heard your dad was pretty sick a while back, and I hadn’t heard anything since then. Is he… okay?”

Sam went with the official version of the story. “Well, it was cancer, but we were able to get him a radical experimental treatment, and he’s in full remission now. He’s down visiting my brother Mark and his family right now.”

Mike walked into the moving van and said, “Hey, that’s great. Glad to hear it. He was one of the best CO’s I ever had. Okay, we’ve got all these boxes labeled, but I’d better show you what’s where in the house so you know what it means when the box says ‘bedroom’ or ‘sewing room’ or ‘office’. And we’ve got a dolly in here for the fridge and the freezer and the washer and dryer. The heavy boxes all have ‘heavy’ written on the top…”

* * * * *

The moving job was pretty simple, once Mary Bea stopped crying and hugging Xander for her renovated kitchen and her new sunroom. Teal’c moved the washer and dryer by himself, while Vi carried boxes and showed Sam and Daniel and Xander where to place everything. Teal’c and Xander moved most of the heavy furniture, while Sam pretended not to be frustrated over being treated like some helpless girl. If she could hike for miles with a fifty-pound pack and a P-90, she could damn well carry an easy chair forty feet.

But everything was moving along smoothly… until the refrigerator. Teal’c had it on the dolly and maneuvered it easily into the kitchen by himself. Sam and Vi were putting boxes in the rec room, so they had a clear view as he worked. Then Teal’c lifted the refrigerator to move it into place, and he accidentally stepped on the base of the dolly.

The dolly slid out from underneath his foot. Sam watched in shock as the fridge fell forward on him.

And stopped in mid-air.

Vi had somehow reacted, put down her box, sprinted across the rec room into the kitchen before the fridge could get more than halfway to the floor, and caught a falling fridge, plus Teal’c, with her bare hands. She was easily holding up the top of the fridge, with Teal’c still clinging to the front, even though he was now nearly underneath it.

Vi stood there, holding up the entire fridge in her petite hands, with no strain at all in her arms. And then she realized that Teal’c was looking up at her, and Sam was staring at her from the rec room. She looked at Xander and said, “Oops?”
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