Title: I‘m Coming to Get You (3/?)
Author: Ed Scott
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners... none of
who are me.
Summary: Response to Anime Ronin’s Soldier Boy Challenge. I hope I get this right.
A/N: I give credit to Danii for using her idea about subconscious walls holding back dangerous possessions in her Cards series.
Warning: Crossovers (Of course)
Feedback, It's the coin of the realm.
Xander felt himself getting up from a very hard ground. Grunting, he stood up. When he looked around, he saw what looked like an Army base. With nothing better to do, Xander decided to explore it. During his exploration, he noticed there was no one around.
“Are you sure you’re alone?” A deep voice from behind him startled Xander. When he turned around, a man of over 6’ and 200+ pounds of pure muscle stood behind him wearing fatigues. “Well nephew, I guess it’s time.”
“Right, Uncle John. So, what do I do?” John Rambo pointed at a wall behind Xander.
“Climb that wall behind you. When you land, you’ll undo what that Watcher did to you. Everything I did, you’ll experience. Everything I felt, you’ll feel. Everything I saw, you’ll see. And everything I know, you’ll know.” Xander turned around and saw a 7’ high cement wall that went on forever. Xander shook his arms in preparation of his jump. “You’ll also get the nightmares I get. Are you sure you want them?”
Before he started running, Xander looked at his uncle. “To keep my friends safe? They’re a small price to pay.”
“Before you start running towards that wall, I’ll give you a my phone number that you’ll think you’ve always known. Call me when you get the chance.” Xander saluted his uncle and started running.
Casa de Summers
Xander’s groaning got everybody’s attention. His thrashing caused Buffy to hold him down. She held him hard enough to hold him in place, not to cause permanent injury. Everybody was happy when Xander stopped thrashing, but were concerned when he opened his eyes and they saw the look of murderous intent in them.
“Now calm down, Xander. The Watchers’ attack dogs left after releasing mom, myself and Giles. They also wanted to apologize to you. They fear some uncle of yours more than that Travers jerk.”
“They’re all dead. They just don’t know it yet.” Xander hit Buffy in the back of her knee. Her hold was loosened enough for Xander to get free and he headed for the door.
“Don’t you dare leave this house, young man. If you do, I’ll never allow you into our lives or my house ever again.” No one believed how angry Joyce Summers was until that moment.
Defeated in his anger, Xander went back to the couch. “OK, Mom.” Still pissed off, but not wanting to upset his mom, he sat back down on the couch.
Joyce took Xander’s hands in her own. “Now Xander, those wet works guys apologized to me and for that, you will not kill them. That old guy Travers on the other hand, him I will allow you to kill.”
“They tried to kill my only daughter and possibly myself. You think any self respecting mother would allow her only child’s possible killer to walk away unharmed?”
Satisfied with Joyce’s reasoning, Xander turned to face Giles. “Giles, is there a way I can contact this Travers person?”
“My brother Roger is with him. I can call him for you.” He headed to the phone.
“Thanks, Giles.” Xander got up and followed him to the phone.
“Hello, Roger. Don’t say my name on the phone.”
Hearing the seriousness in his brother‘s voice, Roger Giles lied. “Hello, Smithers. Did you let everyone know about the boy and his family in Sunnydale?”
“The boy is here and wanting to talk to Travers. Put him on. Would you please?” Roger walked over to Quentin Travers’ seat and handed him the phone.
“Phone call for you, sir. It’s Sir Reginald.” Travers ripped the phone out of Roger’s hand.
Getting his temper under control, Travers talked into the phone. “Sir Reginald?”
“Sorry, this is not Sir Reginald. This is Alexander Harris in Sunnydale.” In a deep, threatening voice, Xander continued. “I’m coming to get you. You’re going to die and I’m going to kill you. And if I have to take out every tweed bearing asshole to get to you, I will. But, I think in the interest of self preservation, they’ll let me kill you then cover it up to look like the IRA did it.” Xander would have continued, except he was cut off when Travers threw the phone across the plane and it shattered.
Xander hung up the phone. Before he called his uncle, he said. “I think I got his attention.”