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So Much For A Vacation

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Summary: Xander gets sent on a forced vacation, but we all know how well that will turn out

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DC Universe > Human TargetSerenityChildFR1832,8750287,34027 Aug 1215 Sep 12No

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: see Chapter 1

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Chapter 2


Silence reigned for a moment before all hell broke loose.

“You have a brother?”

“You’re his brother?”

“Dude, really?”

The three men spoke at the same time.

“Yes, he has a brother. Half brother actually. Yes, it’s me, and yes really,” Xander answered all three men. Used to the way his girls reacted to similar situations it was easy for him to understand the onslaught of questions.

“Half brothers?” Chance asked.

“Yup. Same, father, different moms,” Xander replied.

“So why are you here, Xan? And how the hell did you find me?” Guerrero demanded.

Xander pouted. “The girls kicked me out. Something about taking a vacation somewhere where they wouldn’t have to worry about me being killed and I would have somewhere to sleep that wasn’t on sand. I tried to tell them that not everywhere I slept in Africa was sandy, but they wouldn’t listen. Will just handed me my bag and a piece of paper with you’re name and address and shoved me out the door with orders not to come back for at least a month,” Xander babbled.

“What the hell have you been doing in Africa?” Guerrero demanded.

“They sent you here to not worry about you being killed? Did they even look at what we do?” Chance asked.

“And how exactly did your friend find us?” Winston questioned.

“Will’s a computer genius. There is nothing she can’t find if she puts her mind to it. Of course, it helps when the person she’s looking for is the same one who taught her everything she knows.”

“Really? Guerrero, taught someone, without resorting to death threats?” Chance asked, sceptically.

Xander snorted. “Hardly, but you try saying no to the puppy dog eyes of doom.”

“You have a weakness for puppy dog eyes? Who knew?”

“Dude, I was 15 and she is scary when she wants something!” Guerrero defended himself.

“Tell me about it,” Xander muttered.

Chance chuckled. “At least I know whenever I want anything; I have to send Carmine first to soften you up.”

The look Guerrero gave promised pain, but Chance only laughed harder. Realising his glare was having no effect on the other man, he turned it on his brother.

Xander threw his hands up in surrender. “Woah, hey! I don’t even know who Carmine is!”

“My dog,” Chance told him.

“Oh. Wait, you have a dog? Can I meet him?”

“Later. Stop trying to distract me, Dude. You know it won’t work. Now, Africa?”

Xander shrugged. “I was working.”

“In Africa?” A nod. “Where?”

“Here and there.”

“And what work do you do exactly that involves working ‘here and there’ in Africa and being in danger of being killed regularly enough that your friends send you here to be safe for a while?”

“I wasn’t in that much danger! Spike was with me! And besides,” here Xander shrugged again. “I can look after myself. Have been for a long time.”

Guerrero growled, but before he could say anything further Xander’s phone started ringing.

Looking at who was calling, Xander frowned. “Sorry, I have to take this. What’s up, G-man?” he asked the person on the other end of the phone. There was a pause before His expression turned darker. “Are you serious? I’m on vacation.” Another pause. “Take it up with Buffy and Willow then. They’re the ones who shoved me out of the door without giving me a choice! This time the pause was longer, and Xander’s shoulders slumped. “Fine. Tell me where and I’ll take care of it. But you can explain it to the girls. And I’m taking an extra week!” With that, he hung up.

“Sorry, but that was my boss. Looks like I have to work tonight, so maybe I can come back tomorrow?” he looked at his brother hopefully.

“Of course!” Chance answered for him. “I for one would like to know more about you. You must have a lot of stories you can share.”

“If you even think about it, don’t forget I have just as many stories about you,” Guerrero threatened.

Xander just grinned. “You don’t scare me. I know your middle name!” Guerrero just raised an eyebrow. “Oh, right. Never mind.” After all, his was mush worse that his brother’s. “I better head out. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Could I stop you?”

“Nope!” Xander called out as he headed to the lift. He had stepped aside to let two women exit, before he waved as the doors closed.

“Is that a new client?” Ilsa asked.

“That’s Guerrero’s brother,” Winston replied.

“Brother?” Ilsa’s surprise was obvious.

“Dude, you have a brother? Why didn’t you tell us?” Ames demanded.

“My private life is how I like it. Private,” Guerrero growled. Heading for the lifts, he called over his shoulder, “Later Dudes!”

“Where’s he going?” Ames asked.

“If I know Guerrero, probably after Xander,” Chance replied. “He never did say what his work was. Guerrero doesn’t like to be kept in the dark about things. He’ll be back after he’s found out that Xander is up to.”

TBC

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AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm actually writing this at work, and its been hectic this week but I'll try to post at least one chapter a week. I just don't like posting a new one until I've written another one. That way I should always have something to post. :) Also, cheers everyone who pointed out my mistake. Meant to change it before posting and forgot! Oops! Fixed it now.
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