see chapter one for disclaimer
Xander walked away from the school with only a slight limp, offering prayers to every deity he'd ever read about in Giles books. He couldn't believe he'd actually gotten O'Toole to stop the bomb. Xander slowed to a halt, the bomb. The bomb, he'd just left sitting in the basement of the school for anybody to find. Or accidently set off. With a groan Xander turned back around, and headed back toward the school. Grumbling to himself that it'd be some freak janitor with a grudge against Synder (reasonable in his opinion), who'd decide to blow up the school.
He made his way carefully by the closed library doors, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. If the others didn't want him around, he wasn't going to keep pushing himself on them. As harrowing as tonight had been, he'd taken care of everything without needing Buffy to come to his rescue.
Once again in front of the bomb, Xander stared at it. How was he going to get this thing out of here? He sighed, he was going to have to take it apart. Half way through dismantleing the trigger mechanism he heard an odd crashing noise echoing through the supposedly deserted hall. His eyes narrowed, if O'Toole hadn't left this could get ugly. He cocked his head to one side and extended his hearing as far as it would go. He could hear several odd noises but couldn't quite make out what they were. Pocketing the bits of wire he sighed and quietly left the small room to check out the sounds.
Riddick came through the Gate with a shudder, it was not going to become his favorite form of transportation. His first few steps were just the tiniest bit off balance, and he stumbled into what looked like old-fashioned desks. He caught himself, stilling quickly as he examined the room. He could smell earth, and damp. A hint of sewage, and oddly enough some type of beast. The smell of hormones, and youth. The sound of approaching footsteps caught his ear, and he slid back into the shadows of the room.
Blending into the darkness like he was born of it, Riddick waited for the coming male.
Xander opened the door slowly, poking his head in warily. He was pretty sure O'Toole was gone but better safe than sorry.
Riddick held still watching the human male as he searched the room. Riddick could hear the young man muttering, with the occassionally exclamation thrown in. He bit back a curse as he realized the young man wasn't speaking Standard. The first fuck-up of this fucked up plan. How was he supposed to get this done, if he couldn't understand the natives. As the male came farther into the room, he made the conscious switch to the limited three dimensional sight. The young man was tall, lanky. He obviously hadn't reached his full growth yet. Still, he'd be impressive whenever he did. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a mouth that would have gotten him in serious trouble in Slam.
"O'Toole if you're still here, I'm kicing your ass," muttered Xander. "Fuck, here kitty, kitty." The back of Xander's neck itched. He couldn't see or hear anything but damn if he didn't think someone or something was here. Paranoia Xander, you're taking it too far, he thought. Turning with a sigh he got ready to leave.
Riddick thought about letting the young man just go. But the Elemental had said he was being sent to someone who would help him. He slid out of the shadows.
Xander froze, and spun back around as he caught the glint of silver out of the corner of his eye. "My God, it is me. Not the Hellmouth," groaned Xander as the massive man with the glowing silver eyes appeared out of nowhere. This was an entirely different level of weird. Whether it was a bad weird was yet to be seen. Stepping back slowly, he held up his hands. "Woah, there big guy. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Riddick ignored the sounds coming out of the kid's mouth, instead focusing on his body language. This was a youth used to fight or flight mode. So, maybe this wasn't a momenutal fuck up. He had no use for scholars, or mystics. But another warrior even a young one was good. If what Aereon said was true he had a good bit of time to train him. Knowing it was useless he spoke anyway. "Riddick."
Xander quit backing away; he hadn't attacked and in fact seemed to be trying to communicate. Of course, the Mrs. French had wanted to 'communicate' as well. "Uh, I'm sorry I don't speak demon. Well, I can read some. But the speaking thing, uh I do well to speak English."
Riddick sighed at the flow of babble. The first thing he'd have to do was teach the kid the art of silence. "Riddick," he tried again, pointing at himself. "Riddick."
Was that his name? Man, this was one strange demon. "Uh, Xander," he said pointing at himself. "Xander. And uh, I hope you're not planning on eating, sacrificing or otherwise doing unpleasant things with my person anywhere in the near future."
Riddick growled, then sighed. He was pretty sure somwhere in that flow of babble was a name.
Xander jumped at the growl; he could practically feel the impatience in it. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He wasn't exactly in the mood to take him to Buffy. He didn't need the hapless Xander comments at the moment. But he couldn't just leave him here either. Not that he thought he could make this man do anything he didn't want to. Frustration was the order of the day it seemed. Xander dropped his head into his hands, rubbing at his temple; unaware of the almost subaudible growl of frustration he gave in return.
Riddick smirked; the kid was just as irked about the situation as he was. Still, he wasn't freaking out. And if what Aereon had said was true, he was in Earth Prime's past. As far as he knew the natives hadn't even known there was extra-terrestrial life let alone see an alien. He slowly approached the kid hand out, he couldn't do harmless but he could try.
Xander tensed, ready to take off at the slightest hint of a threat. But all the man did was hold out his hand, Xander couldn't believe he was doing this but he stuck out his own. The man took it and said the foreign word again.
Well, apparently that was his name. "Xander."
Riddick gave a grin, finally a one word answer. He let go, and waited. The kid obviously wasn't staying here. His best bet was to go with him. The kid would lead him to his team, or home. Either one worked for him. It would give him time to learn the language, and assess his new surroundings.
Xander was bemused. Tonight was one for the record books. Actually, this was it. He was through for tonight. He was going home, going to bed, and try to forget most of this night ever happened. If the demon, mage, man whatever turned out to be a big bad, the gang would deal with him later. If he turned out to be harmless, well then none of them even needed to know about him. "All righty, then. Now that we've exchanged pleasantries. Good night. Good luck. God speed. I'm out."
With that Xander turned and walked away. If he were a drinking man he'd need a drink. Several of them in fact. In one night, he'd faced down killer zombies, hell bitches, and lost his virginity. Fun times.
Riddick followed the muttering young man silently. Up through the halls of what he now recognized as a school from some old holo vids. He kept just out of the younger man's range of senses; which he had to admit where pretty decent for a humans. Nowhere near good enough to catch him, but they'd be good in a fight. As they neared the entrance, a smell began to permeate the air. He frowned; the stench was nearly overwhelming. He'd have said there was no smell worse than Butcher Bay or the pits of Cremtoria but this place.... It smelled of death, blood, fear, and some unnamed unholy thing. Almost reminiscent of the pits of the Necromonger conversion chambers. The threshold of some hell.