In His Lady's Service
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Ms. Harris found herself sober on a rare occasion. It was at that point that she realized something that she should have long ago. Alexander had, for a few years, been behaving in a similar manner to an old friend. It was just enough to jolt her mind into gear. With tears in her eyes, she picked up the phone and dialed as her son ran out of the house. He had bruises from his father. Someone picked up on the other end of the line.
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Xander spent the night in the library.
“Xander, what are you doing here?” Giles asked, exhasperated when he found the young man camped out in the periodical’s section.
“Fell asleep reading.” Xander said grinning. Everyone was still hiding things from him, but he got around it by keeping his ears to the town.
Giles sighed then walked back downstairs. He had to find that ritual. Then he paused. It was right before his eyes. “How’d I miss it?”
Xander grinned morbidly. If they didn’t try to hide things from him so hard, they would’ve noticed that several key pieces of information just happened to appear on the table when he stumbled into it on occasion. But, they had other things on their minds. It didn’t matter though. He’d stopped the zombies from triggering the bomb. He would always be available if they needed him again. After all, as he occasionally joked, he was in His Lady’s service.
“Are you going to stay there all day?”
“Nah, G-man. I’m going on a doughnut run, want any?”
Giles sighed. “I wish you’d stop calling me that. And no, I don’t need any doughnuts.”
Xander grinned, and walked out.
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If he timed it just right, dear old dad would have left for work. Then all he would have to do was avoid his drunk mom. As he neared the house however, he noticed an interesting sight. His father was leaning against a black Mercedes Benz, with his hands behind his back. Two other cars of the same make were parked nearby.
“Great, what now?”
Off to the side, was his mother. Strangely, she seemed to be sober and in full control of her mouth if nothing else. Standing in front of her was an immaculately dressed black haired man. As he neared, he heard strange words.
“It’s been a long time, MoneyPenny.”
“Too long, James. Far too long...” Then she saw Xander. “I.... This is my son. He’s why I called. My husband and I are a danger to him. For his own good, keep us away. Take care of him for me.” Then she picked up the things she’d packed, and walked toward the other Mercedes.
The man known as James looked at her with sorrow tinged eyes. “All you ever needed to do was ask. When have I ever denied you?”
She hesitated, then looked away. “Alex has the look you used to get. I have the feeling he needs some... special attention. I trust you will take care of that? Maybe bring Uncle Q in? Something tells me he’s been dabbling in your line of work.” Mrs. Harris then got into the car, and it pulled away.
Mr. Harris started cussing and yelling. “Where is that...”
James stalked forward and hit him, breaking his nose. “Take him away. I don’t care where.”
“Of course, 007.” Said one of the figures, that Xander hadn’t noticed coming up behind him. Mr. Harris was shoved, yelling, into the back seat. The car drove off. Only one was left. Xander and the man who was either James or 007 whatever that meant, stared at each other in silence.