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This story is No. 2 in the series "A Promethean Odyssey". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: He was supposed to be an army officer, but then Xander didn't know the difference between army and Air force fatigues... and instead ended up as a soldier with one hell of a secret.

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Stargate > GeneralAlexanderMcphersonFR1321,7312128,33527 May 1327 May 13No

Chapter One

Staring out at the sun, he couldn't help but smile at an unforeseen benefit behind the night.

Principal Snyder was gone. Apparently, he'd told everyone he was leaving, and vanished in a glow of lights. His visit to giles, to see if everyone else kept something, had initially been diverted with the introduction of their new principal, who was every bit annoying as Snyder, but without the hostility. Rather, the guy was more like flutie.

He winced at the other unforeseen result of the night. Joyce Summers now knew about Vampires... and Buffy had in no uncertain terms nor without evidence, had told her, shown her and somehow in the space of ten minutes during that meeting with Giles, gotten the elder Summers on board with the whole 'yay go slayer' thing...

"Hey, Xand. What's up?" Aforementioned currently-brunette asked, sitting next to him on the roof of the library.

"Just wondering at what point we'd start wishing for Snyder back." He joked.

Buffy grinned, and nudged him in the shoulder, "Don't you dare. Here, it might actually come true. Now come on, what's really bothering you?"

He sighed, and asked, "have you ever wondered how I managed to stay in the AP classes?"

"Not really, you're as smart as willow..." She wrinkled her nose in displeasure as she added, "You just do the whole 'lazy guy' thing because being that smart is willow's thing."

He blinked... and to his shock, Buffy actually caught on without seeing the look on his face, "Wait... That's not it? What? Don't tell me the 'idiot xander' act isn't..."

"I'm not dumb..." He frowned at the shocked slayer, who calmed down a little, and added, "I'm not smart... and the whole 'math not agreeing with me' thing is math actually not agreeing with me. I'm only in those AP classes because I've learned how to get by on one hour of sleep a night. The teachers are beyond useless so I just sleep, which you know already. I get maybe two more hours sleep worth a damn there, but thats enough for my dreams, I think... hmm. Dreams."

She smiled a little remembering something, then stared at him as he too remembered something regarding his sleeping patterns, particularly the content of dreams during-

"Focus, Xander."

"Sorry. I do most of my studying at home when mom and dad sleep."

"So, where's this heading, Xand? You thinking of dropping out?"

He shook his head, then paused for a few seconds, then nodded. "I could probably pass them in a heartbeat... now..."

Buffy stared at him, and blandly replied, "I'll give you a huh with a side order of what?"

"Look, the guy I turned into was this arm--- Ah" he winced, rubbed his forehead and corrected, "Air force scientist... who hated being referred to as army by civilians like me who don't know the difference."

Buffy smiled, even as she shifted closer a bit and put a comforting arm around his shoulders, and "uh-huh"'d.

"He had a sister who was smarter than willow when she was willow's age, and he was on the same level as her. I'm talking, hand in designing the next generation in stealth fighters smart... And..."

"And it stuck."

"Yeap. Only, I've still got my brain, so thinking that hard gives me a headache. And don't get me started on understanding last night." He added with a mental groan as his mind put paid to his words...

"Xander? XANDER! Focus On Me!"

".whaa?" He blinked, only he must have been very slow blinking, because it was much brighter now, easily five hours or so and midday or something, even though that clock tower still said eight past nine, and god the light hurt and thinking hurt and--


"He's waking up..."

"Oh... good.... Xander, are you alright?"

Xander blinked his eyes open, and groaned as the light directly overhead decided to make his headache worse.

"That's a no." Buffy deadpanned from somewhere off to the side, then stepped into view, blocking the offending fixture. "Hey there sleepy head. You missed quite a bit of fun with your fainting spell."

"I did not faint... and don't say that word." He winced, the last word reminding him of recent events too well.

"... Right. you just, 'passed out'. How's the headache?" She asked, as she passed him some pills which he dry-swallowed with haste.

"Bloody..." Swallow, "Killing me." He slowly pulled himself up, and saw he was back in the library. "How long was I out?"

"Sixteen hours."

He blinked, and noticed that the light that had caused so much pain a second ago was actually the lights in the room, and not sunlight streaming from the now dark skylight.

"Oh, good, he's awake." Joyce spoke up from an open doorway, and quickly came in carrying a thermos flask. "Here, you must be thirsty."

"Thanks." He took the proferred flask, sniffed and then took huge gulps of the hot - british - drink.

He idly noticed Giles sending looks Joyce's way, and Buffy pretending not to notice, and finally decided to ask something obvious other than the most, "Buffy told me before that you , uh... know... now... I guess you're probably curious about... uhm... what she's usually fighting..."

Joyce nodded and launched into her side of what had happened.


He stared at the pencil.

The pencil firmly remained where it was, stubborn.

He thought hard... and the nib broke on nothing. He smiled.

"I thought you went as a scientist?"

Xander jumped in fright at the unexpected comment, and stared as Buffy walked in with a whispered 'sorry'. "I did... A scientist who wanted to... turn Magic into a science and had the personal talent to use it... A little. Telekinesis like floating anything weighing one gram... like that nib."

Buffy blinked as the broken off nib from the pencil was indeed, floating. In fact, she was that focused, she didn't realise she had just passed xander a handkerchief.

"So, uh... Is this guy a real guy, or not?"

"I did look him up on Willows computer... Or should I say, tried." He sighed... then added, "But apparently not all of 'Xander Carter' was a fictional creation of the spell... Apparently, that sister I spoke of... exists. And I'm frightened by some of the implications, like her... specialty... and... academic stuff she'd written..."


Colorado Springs

A phone was what interrupted her latest musings on a particular difficult problem.

Answering it, she heard a male voice quote someone... a quote that was, if her guess correct, herself.

"Who is this?"

"... Um... Alexander. I kind of am in this bad situation where I kind of have some new stuff in my head kind of and memories of a guy who isn't real who happens to be the brother to this scientist I now know about thanks to that stuff in my head and...." She blinked at that and heard the whispered end to the nerve-wracked speech, "the guy who doesn't exist is apparently some big scientist that works on Project Blue Book..."

She frowned... and a second later the voice added, louder, "So you can kinda see my problem... Sam? Sam you there?"

"These... memories, how did you get them?"

"Advanced misuse of the stuff that you and dad were ixnay on in the ilitarymay... and I'm not talking about when mom died. I mean, your mom,... I mean... damnit."

"You've got marks memories?"

"No, I., uh... was kind of 'Alexander Carter'... your younger but just as smart brother, assigned to SG-2..."


The End?

You have reached the end of "Stargazing" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 27 May 13.

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