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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 CollectionsLadyAvariceFR153218,57728168,8711 Oct 121 Nov 12Yes

Ch 8: Old Friends

CH 7 Costume:
Zak from Fern Gully

Xander grinned as he rooted through the bin and found what he wanted. Dusting off the wide-brimmed hat he tucked it under his arm with his other find, a great duster.

Soldier was not in the cards, so be it.

Wasn't it so much better to be one of the first Secret Service agents?

Grinning as he took his bag and thanks the proprietor he didn't notice the initials on the gun with his other two items. The ones that had a childish scrawl in "H. F." and a more adult hand had carved "T.S." right next to them.


"Agent Sawyer, ma'am. And what in the Sam Hill is going on here?"

He'd seen some pretty fantastic things in his life, especially considering his friends, or didn't see in Skinner's case, but this town was just insane!

"Oh no, you got turned into your costume."

The agent's eyebrows vanished under his hat.

"'Beg pardon?"

Many years later:

"I am sorry sir, but Alexander is out on assignment in Africa at the moment."

It had taken many years and even more hurdles to get the New Watcher's Council up and running smoothly. Thankfully it had happened, and in no small part to the work of Xander. He'd found almost every girl from the Dark Continent, trained them, protected them and sent them to the main branch when they no longer needed him. He'd left almost as many broken hearts as he had happy, healthy girls.

"Ah, too bad then. If you'll pardon me, I can be contacted at that number when he gets back. Just tell him that a friend of Huck's wanted to talk to him about a rifle."

"Of course sir. I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you."

Giles watched as the elderly, but still dangerous man gathered his coat and hat, gave him a nod and turned to exit the room.

Both of them were shocked to see the one-eyed carpenter leaning casually against the door frame with a smirk on his lips. Giles started polishing his glasses on reflex.

Boy had gotten far too sneaky in Africa.

Both men were silent for a moment before a slow grin stretched across the man's face. Xander gave a small nod, his own smile widening.


The smile on the man's face seemed to take away years. Just how old was he?


"Oh dear lord."

The men both started laughing as the Watcher polished a new crack in his lenses.

Bloody reincarnation.
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