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Summary: Xander still dresses as a soldier but who knew that choice lead him to finding out who his father is after the fall of Sunnydale.

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Comics > GI Joe(Current Donor)TanaxanthFR181316,22137536,58912 Jul 1231 Jul 12Yes

Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the characters from BtVS, wish I did, would be doing something much more fun, other than playing around in Joss’s sandbox. Also don’t own GI Joe as Hasbro owns them.

Chapter Seven

Xander walked into Caritas and smiled as he saw Lorne holding his head as someone else butchered what was once Cher.

Walking over to the bar and ordering a double Sea Breeze then pointing to the host, he walked over to Lorne’s table and set the drink down. “Evening Lorne,” Xander said, “Rough night?”

Seeing the drink and downing it immediately, then looking at Harris with a rueful shake of his head. “Peaches, you don’t know the half of it,” he said with a sigh. Then nodding to the three in the back corner, “those three have a great idea of cracking the Earth open like an egg, no idea how or when but even the foulest of demons want this rock in one piece.”

Turning as he stretched and getting a look at them, then nodding to Lorne. “I’ll have the girls keep an eye out for them.” Xander stood up as a familiar song came up and started humming softly to himself as he walked out the door.

Lorne froze as he caught a couple of the notes Xander hummed, he was about to stop him and tell him what he saw when he realized this wasn’t a bad thing. Then with a sigh he walked over to tell the Parthas Demon about his upcoming encounter with a talking bird.

“What do you mean this is the best you can do,” Shipwreck asked for what seemed the fiftieth time in the last hour.

Trying to maintain his composure and not kill the sailor, Mainframe answered, “It isn’t like tracking a missile or someone on foot. RedTree does not leave prints; the fact that we were able to get this close is a minor miracle.” Sighing in frustration, “Listen we’ve been doing this all day and I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry and could use a drink.”

“Rum and wenches,” Polly squawked.

“Quiet bird,” Shipwreck muttered. “Fine, we’ve walked over most of downtown and I don’t recognize this part honestly.” He then watched as Polly flew over and landed on someone’s shoulder. “Polly what are you doing,” he called out. “Sorry, but birdbrain here has a mind of her own.”

“Ask him where to eat,” Polly demanded.

The strange looking man looked at Polly and shivered slightly, “You could go in there, it’s a bar named Caritas. They have dinner specials and a bar with quite a good selection. Just make sure you say Joe Parthas sent you.”

Raising an eye brow at the man and shrugging Shipwreck said, “Thanks. Now come on Polly leave Joe alone.”

Polly flew off of Joe’s shoulder and landed back on Shipwreck’s as they headed toward the entrance of Caritas.

As they entered Caritas they stopped and looked around, the clientele were different that’s for sure. “Save my bones for Davy Jones,” Shipwreck muttered as what looked like an extra from Star Wars walked past them.

Mainframe looked around and nodded at Shipwreck, “well we are here, let’s see if it is safe to eat.” Walking over to the bar they saw a bartender come up, “Joe Parthas told us to come in here for something to eat and drink.”

The bartender nodded and pointed a table out to them. As they sat and looked around Polly was humming along with whatever was singing up on stage.

“You realize General Hawk is never going to believe this right,” they both said at the same time.

While the Joes were getting ready to eat and Caritas, Willow received a message from a friend online, apparently RedTree had made some waves when she went into the Joe database. Frowning and going over her tracks she found someone had been able to trace her to the Los Angeles area. Sighing and quickly entering their database again, deleting all references to her as well as any leads they may be following.

Then making a note to be more careful in the future, after all RedTree was a ghost who didn’t leave a trail, she went back to tracing the Council’s money and putting it to good use as opposed to funding resorts for Council Members.

Shipwreck, Mainframe and Polly are enjoying their meal, surprised by the quality of food being served.

“I haven’t had food like this since I was back home,” Shipwreck said as he saw Mainframe nod in agreement. “I wonder how he got my mama’s recipe for tamales.”

“I don’t know but this is probably the best home cooking I’ve had since the last time I was in Phoenix,” Mainframe continued.

As they both ate they looked around the bar, wondering how most of these people were able to go outside in what had to be expensive and extremely hot costumes.

Watching from his table Lorne chuckled, these two were going to have an interesting time in town. He waited until they were done eating then walked over to see them.

“Enjoy your meal Joes,” the host asked with a smile.

“We did at that, though I would love to know how you got my mama’s recipe for some of this stuff,” Mainframe said.

“The cook is gifted, what can I say,” Lorne replied with a smile. “Now then what brings you three into my establishment? It isn’t often normal people like you all find your way in here.”

Looking at each other and shrugging, Mainframe answered, “We are tracking someone down and when we were outside, Joe Parthas suggested we come in and get a bite to eat before finding a place to stay for the night.”

Frowning slightly, at the mention of the Parthas demon and remembering what the reading had dealt with a talking bird. Looking at the parrot on the sailors shoulder and wondering if Joe had simply assumed, then grinning as Polly spoke, “Time for some music.” Polly began singing along with the vampire on stage and sounding much better to be fair. Then a blinding headache struck him as he saw Polly’s future.

“Double shot whiskey,” Lorne said quickly as the bartender brought the drink over, before it even hit the table the host had grabbed it and downed it.

“Is there something wrong,” the Joes asked at the same time.

“Oh no,” Lorne said with a slight grimace then shooting a glare at the parrot, “Sometimes I forget how easily you can blend in Polly. Does he know what you are?”

“Nope, but it’s time for him to learn the real story of the world,” Polly spoke quite clearly.

“You could have warned me you know,” Lorne said with a rueful grin.

“Where would the fun in that be,” Polly asked and answered at the same time.

“What is going on here,” Shipwreck all but shouted, “Polly what is wrong with you?”

Sighing and grumbling about certain feather dusters who didn’t know they’re place Lorne answered, “I have a gift; I can get images of the future from people when they sing. And your friend here is an old acquaintance. Do me a favor sailor; hum a couple bars so I can verify what I saw.”

Shipwreck looked at Mainframe, Lorne then Polly who was bobbing her head up and down then began humming something they heard on the radio earlier that day.

Lorne looked at Shipwreck and nodded, then looked at Polly with a mild glare, “Polly you are right you know, but he isn’t going to believe it when he sees it.” Then facing the Joes, “I think you will be surprised what your search for RedTree actually leads you to. Though I do wish a camera were available when you find it.”

Polly nodded, and flew onto Shipwrecks shoulder, “Anchors aweigh swabbie, time to find a safe harbor.”

Both Shipwreck and Mainframe sat there a moment and stood to pay.

“Don’t worry about paying, this was on the house,” Lorne said with a smile. “Though if you are looking for a place to say, head for the Hyperion. Their rooms are quite nice.”

Watching the Joes leave, Lorne sat back and laughed, he was glad he still came here, it beat working 24/7 at Wolfram and Hart.

AN: Reviews always appreciated.
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