A Good Start
Title: A Good Start
Author: Ed Scott
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners... none of which are me.
Summary: After Becoming, Xander ends up in Maryland to give a message.
Warning: Crossover (JAG)
A/N: Instead of going as a soldier for Halloween, Xander went as a fighter pilot.
Feedback, It's the coin of the realm.
The first night after Buffy disappeared, Xander started getting dreams. Not the dreams he'd like to have, but dreams about crashing into a jungle and a fear of being taken prisoner. The man in his dream was Harmon Rabb Sr. He's a fighter pilot for the Navy. He was nervous about what was going to happen, but was resigned to his fate. Since advances in aviation were made, fighter pilots on both sides, were considered too valuable to be left in POW camps.
Not wanting to be captured, Rabb decided to get to his allies as soon as humanly possible. He made good time before night fell. When the sun set, he was 12 miles from where he landed. He was stunned when grabbed from behind and felt something bite into his neck. His last thoughts before darkness overtook him were of his family.
"Xander. Xander. XANDER! You fell asleep."
"Sorry, Cordy. It's not you; I just had a hard night last night. Then I get these weird dreams. And before you say anything, it's not one of those dreams." Xander went for a walk to clear the cobwebs. 'That dream was so real, I could almost feel the blood dripping down my neck as that guy was being drained.' Twenty minutes later, Xander re entered the library. There was no one there, so he decided to use what little he could remember about using the Internet.
"OK, let's see here. Web browser up. MIAs. Vietnam War Memorial site. Harmon Rabb, Sr. After high school, he joined the Navy and became a pilot. Shot down in a battle on Christmas Day, 1969. Skipping cause of death. Left a wife, now remarried living in San Diego. And one son, Harmon Rabb, Jr. Joined the Navy and became a pilot, just like dear old dad. Nighttime carrier crash suffered night blindness. Now a lawyer for JAG. I seriously doubt he'll believe me if I tell him his dad was killed by a vampire. Says here, his CO is Admiral AJ Chegwidden. Navy SEAL, two tours of Vietnam. He might believe me."
Xander turns the computer off.
"Now, how do I get to Maryland? I'll clean out my bank account of $1,500. My folks have a few hundred lying around, they'll just think they drank it. That should be enough for a few days." Just then the gang showed up in the library.
"Hey, Xand. You feeling better?"
"Much better, Wills." Xander took a moment to gather his courage. "Look guys. I need to go to Maryland for a few days." There was a lot of shouting going on in the "quiet" library.
"Does anyone remember what happened during Halloween?" They all quieted down, except for Oz. He never said a thing, just raised an eyebrow. "Now that I've gotten your attention. I have a confession to make. I never forgot the skills I learnt as being Maverick from Top Gun."
"As if, Xander." Cordelia rolled her eyes at him.
"Anyway, as I said, I remembered the skills, but until an hour ago, I didn't know his name. Harman Rabb, Sr. Shot down in Vietnam on Christmas Day, 1969. He is officially listed as MIA, but he was really killed by a vampire. He left a wife, who is now re-married and living in San Diego, and a son who is a lawyer for the military.
I would go to San Diego, but his widow would just slam the door in my face. His son would be easier to convince because his Commanding Officer is a former Navy SEAL, who did two tours in Vietnam. I have the money for a week in Maryland, I just have to fly there."
"Xander, what is the name of his son's Commanding Officer?" Giles asked.
"Admiral AJ Chegwidden."
"Are you bloody serious? I met him twenty years ago in a pub in London. He challenged anybody there to a drinking contest. I was there so I took him up on his challenge. He did not know that I cast a spell on myself so that I could not get drunk. Navy SEALS remember you, even admires you, if a civilian can out drink them. I shall call him and let him know that you are on the way, Xander."
"Now that the trip is scheduled, I need Cordelia to help me get a suit. I do not think showing up at the Judge Advocate General's office in a Hawaiian shirt is a good idea."
"It's about time! I've been telling you that you needed new clothing for months. Now that you are going to meet Military Lawyers, you want new clothes.
I'm your sort of girlfriend, why won't you dress up for me?" Cordelia complained.
"I was going to ask you to go with me, Cordelia. Since your parents are out of the country for the next two months, they'll never know that you went to Maryland. At least, until the next credit card bill comes in."
"You were? I could use a vacation from all the weird stuff that happens around here. We're getting separate rooms, Buddy. They'll be next to each other but they will be separate."
Xander and Cordelia leave the library, making plans on what to do when they get to Maryland. They agreed to go see the Orioles play Toronto on Saturday because Roger Clemens is pitching and to an outdoor concert on Sunday afternoon.