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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)TanaxanthFR181316,22137536,08412 Jul 1231 Jul 12Yes

Chapter One

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, Hasbro owns their rights


Chapter One

One month, just one month since Sunnydale, the town that had tried to kill them repeatedly over the course of their lives, cratered and became a geological mystery. Xander looked around the Hyperion as he mused over the last month and silently thanked Angel for letting the survivors to stay here while they tried to figure out step two.

“Xander what are you doing,” Willow asked as she walked down into the lobby.

Looking up and smiling at the red head, “Oh nothing much Wills, just thinking about what we’re going to do now. We survived, have a bunch of slayers out there who have no idea what they are and I need to find a job.”

Willow paused and looked at her friend, reaching up to caress his left cheek avoiding the sensitive eye socket that was covered by a patch. “Xander you don’t have to do anything right now, the state is giving all the survivors a check because of that previously unknown mine which caused the city to collapse.” Willow grinned as she said that, whoever said Sunnydale syndrome was a local thing, didn’t know politics.

Xander rolled his eye at Willow, “Willow, you know I can’t sit still and collect disability payments or something I need to be doing something…”

As he was about to continue a man in a dark suit walked into the lobby of the hotel, he looked at the two people and asked, “Are you Alexander Lavelle Harris?”

Wincing at the mention of that name, he looked at the man and didn’t see a threat, aside from the pain caused by using his full name and replied, “Yes I am Xander Harris, who are you?”

Nodding as he reached into his pocket for an envelope and handed it to Xander, “Yes Mr. Harris, I am your mother’s attorney. With her death we were instructed to deliver this envelope to you.” Quickly handing both items to Xander, he turned and walked toward the exit.

“Hold it right there buddy,” Xander said, “What do you mean you were asked to deliver and envelope and a key, that’s it, nothing else?”

The lawyer actually grinned at Xander, “Mr. Harris, my firm prides itself on doing what it is instructed to do, as opposed to what is in the best interests of ourselves, if we were paid to do the chicken dance with a pair of wolverines, we would. I don’t ask questions, neither does my firm. Now have a good day.”

As the lawyer walked out of the building, Xander and Willow looked at each other then laughed at the image of chicken dancing lawyers with wolverines. “Well let’s see what is in the envelope,” Xander said. He opened it and took out the two pieces of paper, plus a small key and began to read a letter from his mother. Taking a deep breath and sitting down on the couch, he looked at Willow who had been watching him with concern.

“Xander, what is it? What’s wrong? Who do I need to get? Do I need to eradicate that law firm,” Willow asked with machine gun efficiency.

Placing his hand on hers and squeezing, “It’s ok Willow, Mom just confirmed what Tony has been saying for years. I never was his son. But apparently due to the years of drinking and the fact no one asked, she didn’t remember who my father was. Apparently near the end, she was sober and began to remember a few details and left them for me in a safe deposit box.”

“Where is the bank,” she asked.

“Oh in the main branch of Wells Fargo down town,” he said as he held up the key and looked at it. “Apparently the answers we seek are there.”

“Then let’s go,” she said.

Smiling at her, he stood up and held out his hand, as they prepared to leave they spoke to one of the younger slayers, leaving a message for anyone who came looking for them.

An hour later, they arrived in the main lobby of the bank and walked to a desk to speak with someone about opening a safe deposit box. After providing every bit of identification known to man, plus some he was sure required a marriage proposal, they were led back to the vault.

“Here you go young man,” as the manager handed him the box. “I will leave you both here to look inside.”

As they watched the man walk away, Xander sat down, took a deep breath and opened the box. He raised an eyebrow as he pulled out a pair of dog tags, a photo from that Halloween and a year book from a high school in Chula Vista.

“Ok, why is it everything in my life is a joke,” he wondered aloud. “Why did Mom put the dog tags I wore on Halloween and an old year book in here?”

“Xander, maybe she only remembered a few things and knew you could figure it out,” Willow responded as she placed a comforting hand on his.

Sighing as he took the items from the box and stood up to walk out of the bank and solve the latest mystery in his life. As they walked back to the Hyperion, his thoughts naturally went back to Halloween; the Halloween that Ethan Rayne came into their lives.

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So this is the first chapter of a story I have been working on for a couple weeks now.
The majority of the story will take place post S7, with flashes back in time to show how the crossover this is with contributed to the weirdness that was Sunnydale.
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