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Summary: Drabble. Xander meets Whistler.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > General(Past Donor)angelaaskFR71385031,90614 Apr 0514 Apr 05Yes
Title: The Gig

Author: angelaask

Rating: 13

Warning: character death

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

Distribution: Free for all. Just don’t forget to email me first.

Summary: Xander meets Whistler

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Author Note: It sounded like a good ideal for a drabble but I did wrote this at 2am. Sooo......


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Xander blinked. One minute he was in a dark warehouse filled to the brim with demons and the next he was standing in a meadow filled with wildflowers. A short man who stood no taller than his shoulders was standing in front him. The guy looked pretty normal except for the tacky shirt and the bowler hat on top of his head.

“Hey kid,” greeted the stranger.

“Who are you?” asked Xander in bewilderment.

“Whistler.”

“Oh I heard about you,” said Xander in recognition.

“Anything good?” asked Whistler with mild curiousity.

“Not really,” said Xander apologetically.

Whistler shrugged his shoulders dismissively as if he wasn’t expecting anything different. “Nobody likes the messenger. You get use to it after a decade or so.”

“So is there a reason why you're here?” asked Xander.

“No, not particularly. Just thought you might want some company.”

“Oh…thanks. So what happened?” asked Xander as an after thought.

Whistler smirked. “We won.”

“Well that’s good to know. Though I have to say it totally sucks that I didn’t get to see how it ends,” said Xander in put out voice.

“Yeah it does,” replied the smaller man knowingly.

After a few quiet moments Xander asked, “Um… where are we going?”

“End of the line, but you already knew that,” answered Whistler cryptically.

Xander’s brow scrunched up in thought as if he was trying to figure out a complicated puzzle. “Huh…I guess I did. Weird.”

They lapsed into another moment of silence, just taking the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery. “I like it here. It’s quiet…peaceful,” murmured Xander thoughtfully.

“Yeah,” agreed the smaller man solemnly.

Xander sighed. “So what now?”

Whistler gave Xander a contemplative look as if he was deciding something. “Well kid, I’m offering you the same gig they gave me. It’s a thankless job and the pay sucks. But it’s good work.”

The taller boy thought for a moment before making a decision. “Why not. It doesn’t sound any different from what I was doing before. Besides…,” then Xander smiled. “…it’s not like I have anything else better to do.”

Whistler answered Xander’s smile with one of his own, “Yeah kid.”

The End.

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