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This story is No. 1 in the series "Thirty One". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: 31 things Xander never was.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsLadyAvariceFR153218,57728168,9051 Oct 121 Nov 12Yes

Ch 19: Warriors Old and New

CH 18 Costume: Van Fanel from Escaflowne

Ok the soldier was out.

He could cope. He could deal. He could….

Were those blue contacts in the bargain bin?

He grinned, suddenly coming up with a workable idea.

"Hey Xander, who are you supposed to be?"

"A guy, who's very good at going undercover, and seems to have problems staying awake in class."

"I thought you dressed up for Halloween."

"Har har, Buff. Har har."

"Umm, guys?"

Xander was nervous. It was rather obvious from the way he was avoiding everyone's eyes and the shuffling of his feet.

"Umm, I remember last night. All of it."

The explosion of noise was expected. He didn't even try to answer any of the babble of questions. Not that he could understand any of them anyway.

The noise abruptly halted with a sharp thwack of metal hitting wood.

Three sets of stunned eyes looked at the small metal blade embedded in one of the shelves.

"And I think it might be useful to make sure I keep remembering it."

The look on Xander's face brooked no argument.

~30 years later~

The old car bounced a bit as it traveled down the time-beaten drive way, weeds choking the sides. The man at the wheel smiled. He'd waited a long time for this.

He entered the house silently. It took a few moments before the first expected visitor came. The large black dog growled at him. The man just smiled and held out his hand. A sniff later and the dog was quiet, if a little confused.

"Can you show me where they are, boy?"

The dog cocked its head before turning back towards the house, the man following quietly behind him.

The clock was as he expected, the dog moving past it and down the hidden stairs. The man mae sure to close it behind him.

It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you, after all.

"… I swear! It was insane, there were monsters everywhere! And this girl was talking to me, she passed right through me!"

"Willow's fine. She was put back in her body after the spell ended."

Two men, one young one older than he, turned to regard him warily.

He just smiled, walking into the light so they could see him, one eye twinkling with amusement.

"I take it you had one… Hell, of a Halloween?"

"How did you?"

"My name is Xander. Thank you for helping my friends."

"The one that girl was talking about? But she was my age!"

"And so was I, about 30 years ago. I've been waiting a long time to meet both of you."

"Just a moment. You're Xander, Alexander… Alexander Harris, from the New Watcher's Council, born in Sunnydale California, friend to the Red Witch and the Prime Slayer?"

"Correct. The girls thank you for the clothing fund."

The old man smirked.

The young one was horribly confused.

And the black dog regarded them all with something akin to fond amusement.
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