Blood and Steel - Part One
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Spoilers: End of S3 of Buffy, all of the Highlander series, excepting Raven, Endgame and such.
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As he waited at a stoplight, Xander Harris found himself idly tapping the top of his steering wheel in time with the beat of the radio. Some Queen song he'd never heard before, he thought. He'd long since given up trying to dictate what he listened to, a couple hundred miles back. Changing radio stations every five minutes got to be annoying real fast. Especially when he could barely get the thing working as it was. All in all, he was amazed the entire car had lasted as long as it had, despite one little scare in Oxnard. And now, here he was, all the way in Washington. It was definitely a lot further than he'd expected to get, so he figured if nothing had gone wrong, now that he was this far from the Hellmouth, nothing would go wrong.
No sooner than that thought had come to mind that he'd instantly regretted it and wouldn't you know it, right as he finished his turn, Ol' Murphy decided to make his presence known. With a sputter, his car started to slow down, causing him to have to pull to the curb. He almost prayed that it would right itself, until the engine gave one final sputter and died.
Groaning, Xander leaned back into his seat for a moment. He should have known something would go wrong, sooner or later. He may not feel like the Zeppo, anymore, Key Guy and all, but a few days of nothing going wrong or anything trying to kill him just seemed wrong in every fiber of his being. It felt like a few normal days meant that something big just HAD to be on the horizon. He really hoped this wasn't the start of some serious badness, but he just couldn't shake the wiggins this was giving him. Slowly opening the door and stepping out of the car, he moved to the hood of the car, popping it. The smoke coming up instantly told him that he probably wouldn't be going anywhere soon.
Sighing, he stared disconsolately at the smoking engine for a moment. Looking up at the sky, he frowned. It would be getting dark soon and here he was, stranded. As much as he felt he could take care of himself, he'd rather not go looking for trouble. Glancing around, he hoped he might see some place he could maybe call a tow truck and get a cab ride to a place to stay for the night. His eyes settled on one place in particular. A place called MacLeod's Dojo.
Much later, he'd probably think about just how convenient it was that he'd just happened to break down right there of all places, especially considering the events that would soon follow. He'd wonder about the tug he felt telling him that that was the place he needed to go and he'd suspect that none of it was really a coincidence. But for now, he merely sighed as he walked towards the Dojo, shaking his head and wondering how this kind of thing always seemed to happen to him.