This land is your land
Disclaimer: I don’t claim ownership to the characters from the television-shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Lois & Clark: the Next Adventures, the West Wing or the Gilmore Girls.
Timeline: This comes after Syringa Vulgaris, Pulmonary and Artery. But can be read on its own. Just FYI.
A/N: I had no idea what the diner in Smallville was called. I’m not sure that the show even dealt much with things happening there (it’s been a while since I’ve seen it, but I used to be an avid watcher.)
I am not sure how much sense this makes, but the concept is that Xander is road-tripping across America after Hell’s Bells, and realizations he has come to afterwards. I’ll probably have people scream that their characters are out of characters at times, but I did try as much as possible to keep them within the boundaries where we know and love them.
Title: This land is your land
September 19th, 2002
Xander got the hell out of Los Angeles in the middle of the day. There was loads of sunlight, and the vampires in the building were all asleep in their respective rooms. The other members of the crew were either sleeping in, at work or at college.
Nobody that mattered was there to see him dump the large sports-bag into the backseat of the Volvo he’d bought just before they left Sunnydale. A couple of cars might have seen him, but as Hyperion still advertised themselves as a hotel on the signs... it wasn’t an unusual event for someone to drive away from a hotel with luggage.
It would probably have made for a more catching tale had he snuck away from the Hyperion in the middle of the night, but trying to get out of The Central of Good when everyone was awake would have been a quest Xander wasn't ready for.
He didn't want to be talked out of it.
He wanted to leave.
Xander was done with fighting the good fight along the slayers and their merry band of buggered, or what they were calling themselves these days. Not that he didn't revel a bit in helping save humanity - he'd read the cartoons and dreamt of the life of a Superhero. But in between those dreams had also been a hope of a normal life, one without demons and things that went bump in the night.
One where he could prove himself larger than his father.
The thing with Anya had been pretty much shot to pieces from the day he hesitated and left her at the altar.
The Wedding that Wasn't, as Dawn had dubbed it. Shortly after that the Geeks had closed the Hellmouth in some kind of spell that had backfired on them.
The Scoobies had left Sunnydale.
There wasn’t anything there for either of them, and Angel Investigations had provided them with solid incomes for the past five months. Who knew that many wacky things happened in Los Angeles?
Xander started the car. He could only hope and pray to everything holy that this one wouldn't break down in Oxnard. He didn't know if he could handle washing dishes, and whatnot there again.
Where he was going? He had no clue. Somewhere normal. Somewhere people didn’t wear crosses because of the vampires, or carried stakes around with them as if it was an everyday item.
Xander was chasing the American dream across America, and the goal was 2.5 children, a dog, a house with a picket-fence, and someone to cuddle at night.