Prologue: Early Morning Thoughts
The Twelve Tribes
A Buffy: The Vampire Slayer/The Mummy
Email: Sirius@wolf-walker.net; firstname.lastname@example.org if wolf-walker decides to be a pain.
Rating: PG-13/R in later chaptersDisclaimer: Unfortunately, none of the characters in Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, The Mummy or The Mummy Returns belong to me. If they did, I wouldn’t be writing fanfiction. All I own is the plot and a few lonely O.C.s.
Archive: Sirius_writings (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sirius_writings), my site (http://www.wolf-walker.net) when the story is finished, XanderZone and Twisting the Hellmouth.
Author’s Note: I have not abandoned any of my other fics, but I got tired of listening to the rabid plot bunnies yammer on about this one. Maybe if I feed them, they’ll shut up (or at least get enough meat on their bones to make for a good dinner)? Xander’s birthday in this fic is the same as it is in “Seeing” – November 16, 1980.
A/N 2: This is definitely an A/U fic (though I’m of the belief that most fanfiction is, at least those which happen to be crossovers. Just my opinion). Also, I am sticking in as much as possible to movie canon and – in the movies’ tradition – taking vast
liberties with historical fact.
A/N 3: As always, ~~~~~ denotes a mid-chapter change in Point of View. The first actual chapter is short, but that’s where it naturally ended. The rest will be longer.
Timeline: Post-Halloween (Post-Phases, if you want to be even more specific), but – as previously mentioned – I’m writing this in the hopes of offing the plot-bunnies, so I’m not entirely sure where it’s going. Also, Halloween will not
be a focus or major part of this fic.
Summary: Xander knows more about the meaning of duty than anyone gives him credit for.
Prologue: Early Morning Thoughts
Monday, February 2, 1998
Sunnydale High School Library
The young man sitting quietly at one of the Library tables knew the instant Giles saw him. He didn’t even need to look at the Watcher to know that the older man had been badly startled by his presence. The clue was when the footsteps suddenly stopped, and the books that Giles had been shelving were set on a nearby table. It didn’t bother Xander that he’d frightened the older man, being that he hadn’t actually made any attempt to escape the Watcher’s notice. Xander was simply there, and – at that point in time – largely unconcerned with most of what was going on around him. The Scooby Gang founder had far more serious matters on his mind at the moment.
“Xander? How long have you been here?”
“Since before you came in.”
“What are you doing here this early?”
“Nothing much, G-man. Just cracking the books.”
“Had to happen sometimes, Giles. I do
manage to pass all of my classes, you know, freakish possessions, bug-ladies and… mummies… aside.”
“Xander… why are you here
“Mmm… school, library… I’m thinking it’s pretty much self-explanatory, seeing as libraries tend to be places of study and all.”
“Well, yes, but I’ve never seen you here for that purpose.”
“Most people don’t.”
That something was on Xander’s mind would have been evident even to Larry. That he apparently had no intention of telling anyone the specifics of that ‘something’ was equally as obvious. Nonetheless, Giles could not in good conscience leave the young man without at least attempting to discover what was disturbing him.
“Later, Giles. Just… later, alright?” The Watcher could not ever remember having heard such a note of exhausted despondence in Xander’s voice, and that – more than even his presence in the Library when there wasn’t an imminent Apocalypse – concerned him greatly. “I have some thinking to do before school starts.”
The Watcher nodded and went into his office, leaving the door open in silent invitation, quietly puzzling over why Xander would claim to be studying when there were no lights on over his table, and the Library had been in total darkness when the Watcher arrived that morning.