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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-CenteredDianeCastleFR133460,6151851389415,97912 May 1217 Jul 12Yes

Sam and the Clues

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



Sam waited patiently in the SUV. Okay, she was waiting impatiently while pretending to sit still. Daniel was off filming the performance from Teal'c. Sam could hear Teal’c doing his impersonation, and the responses. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought it was really Jack, perhaps a quarter of the time. Most people wouldn’t have had any idea it wasn’t Jack, but she knew Jack a lot better than most people. And once Jack officially retired in three months, she was planning on ‘knowing’ Jack as often as she could get out of the mountain and his bad knees could stand it. Once they were living together, most people would probably believe that they had broken regs and been involved when she was still in his chain of command. But people like that didn’t know General Jack O’Neill. And people like that definitely didn’t know her. And people like that could take a flying leap at a…

Teal’c emerged from the restaurant, looking massive and intimidating. Sam didn’t think Teal’c ever understood how daunting he looked even when he wasn’t trying to be fierce. There was nobody she’d rather have on her six. Not even Jack. Well, she’d take the Jack O’Neill of ten years ago, long before his knees forced him out of fieldwork.

Daniel came rushing out of the bushes alongside the restaurant, nearly falling over something before catching his balance and running over to the SUV. Teal’c yanked open the shotgun door as Daniel slid into the back.

Daniel held up the video camera and grinned, “Got it!” Teal’c looked at Sam, and they smirked wickedly at each other. This was going to be better than the time someone had re-programmed Jack’s cellphone so that all his personal ringtones were switched over to songs like “I’m a Barbie Girl.” Jack had known it was her, but he was utterly unable to prove it. And since the phone hadn’t left his side while he was up at his cabin alone, he couldn’t even figure out how she had done it.

Sam asked, “What in the world do you think got into Anise?”

Teal’c said, “It is possible that this invisibility cloak has a side effect. Those armbands caused you to act with lowered inhibitions. What if she has utilized the armband technologies or some similar technology in some way to provide the invisibility, and she does not realize she is less… inhibited?”

Daniel winced, “An uninhibited Anise? I’m not sure I want to find that.”

Sam thought it was more likely that Anise had simply underestimated the amount of alcohol she was consuming, since Anise had a really annoying tendency to underestimate the risks of anything that didn’t threaten her. Sam really didn’t want to think about the consequences of Anise misusing nanotechnology like those armbands while she was on Earth.

Okay, Sam was now officially thinking about the consequences of Anise misusing nanotechnology on Earth. She was going to have to make a report to General Landry, and get some SGC people out here taking samples to ensure there weren’t going to be any ‘gray goo’ or ‘replicator’ consequences. She thought several extremely uncomplimentary things about Anise, but she didn’t say any of them out loud. Yet.

Sam looked around the parking lot. “Teal’c, make a quick circuit of the block, far enough away from me that you can sense Anise if she’s nearby. If you don’t find anything, try moving one block out from there and doing a wider circuit. Keep your radio live, in case you run into her and she tries anything. Daniel, contact the SGC and fill them in. Get some teams checking police calls, the hospitals, the morgue, fire department calls, emergency medical team calls, the whole deal. Tell ‘em to keep it quiet for now.”

“And what will you do, ColonelCarter?” Teal’c asked.

“I’m going to have a look through the guy’s rental. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

“Indeed.”

Okay, that time she was certain he was saying it just to get a reaction out of Daniel.

She moved their black SUV into a parking space between the guy’s rental truck and the restaurant, so she could go through the truck without being observed by anyone from the restaurant. She was already screened from the street by a big concrete wall, and the rental was now in the shadow of the SUV. She left Daniel inside the SUV, watching for trouble and making reports back to the SGC. She pulled on a pair of neoprene gloves before touching the truck.

It was a matter of seconds to use her lockpick set to open the passenger door of the truck and get into the glove compartment. As she read the rental agreement, she transmitted details over the radio for Daniel to give to the SGC teams. “Let’s see here… Rental for Alexander L. Harris. Okay, ‘Xander’ must be short for Alexander. Home and work addresses in Cleveland… He took the insurance, and even took out an auxiliary policy, like he was expecting to get the truck scratched up. Hmm…”

She looked through the trash bag hanging from the stickshift lever. “Someone has an unhealthy interest in junk food. Maybe five twinkie wrappers, a few visits to Winchell’s Donuts… Whoa. Some notes on a Summerfield Suites notepad. The notes look like a sketch for a sunroom, with dimensions roughed in. Summerfield Suites are expensive. Our ‘construction guy’ seems to have more money than you’d expect.”

Daniel’s voice came over the radio. “NID maybe? Or Trust?”

Sam admitted, “I doubt it. Either one would be a lot smarter about keeping their agent in the right kind of hotel with the right kind of car. This guy got a high-end rental and paid extra for insurance. There’s something weird going on here, but it doesn’t feel like Trust.”

Teal’c came in over the radio. “I agree, ColonelCarter. I have completed my first circuit with no detection of Anise. Not even while using the infrared goggles when I was not under direct observation by passersby. I am widening my circle now.”

“Copy that, Teal’c. And Daniel? Get someone to go out to the Summerfield Suites and see if Harris made it home. If so, find out if Anise is with him. If not, have them make a fast sweep through the place and see if there’s anything that shouldn’t be there.”

Sam went back to work. She quietly closed the passenger side door and moved to the rear of the truck. She had no trouble picking the lock on the camper top. Then she switched on a small infrared light and pulled on her infrared goggles. She had plenty of light to look through the gear in the back of the pickup, with no visible light showing to anyone else.

The truck looked like any construction foreman’s truck, except a lot neater, and a lot cleaner. Two toolboxes, an expensive toolbelt loaded with gear, cases for seven different power tools including an electric nailgun and a sabresaw, chargers for power tool batteries, a portable shop-vac, a box of supplies for carpentry and a box for electrical work, some carefully-stacked 4x4’s and 2x4’s, and a tube for blueprints.

She pulled out the blueprints and saw that someone had worked out how to re-model an old bungalow, complete with a sheet of non-blueprint paper that had that same sunroom, only drawn out in enough detail that someone could build the thing to specs. Each of the sheets was signed in the lower right corner: X. H. Which was bound to be Xander Harris.

And hidden behind everything was a large gymbag. Sam pulled it out and opened it. “Holy Hannah.”

“What is it?” asked Daniel over the radio.

“ColonelCarter, have you found anything important?”

“Oh yeah. Daniel, I think I could use your expertise.”

“Huh?”
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