Title: Bourne Again 1/?
Author: Robert Jackson
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Thanks for Greywizard (john for the beta read)
Xander had been seeing Professor Walsh for a few months now.
He had been stressed out lately, and the dreams were coming back. Four years with no breaks, it takes a toll on the soul. And he really never had anyone to talk to about it. He had thought of going to Giles, but always at the last minute he would chicken out, justifying that something more important was always going on. And then Giles was fired from the Council and he never really recovered from that, and Xander really didn’t want to put anything more on the poor man.
And the others, they were living their lives, too, getting used to college, making new friends. Hell, it seems that Buffy met a new guy everyday from the way she talked. And Willow, she was in her element.
And there was no way he was going to go to Joyce with this - she had to deal with having a daughter that was a Slayer. The bad dreams of her daughter’s friend just didn’t measure up to it.
And to top it off, if he did say something, he would most likely pushed out again. And there was no way he wanted that to happen again. So, when he heard about Professor Walsh, it was perfect. Someone who was a professional, who knew about the mind. And the big thing was she wouldn’t tell the others. And she knew about the night life of Sunnydale.
The meetings began as a ‘get to know you’ thing. But it was getting better. Within a few weeks, she had moved her once a week meetings that lasted only 30 minutes with him to 3 times a week and for an hour on each visit. Xander told her about his working with Buffy, how he met her, how he helped her. And he told her about the possessions, the Hyena, the Soldier, even about the swim team.
In those few weeks, Walsh learned more about demons and magic than in her entire time in Sunnydale, and with the information she planned out Adam: what she needed, what she didn’t, to make him the best she could.
She was also interested in Ethan Rayne, the chaos mage. He could be of use to a sister origination, Treadstone 71. Plans had been in the works for a while, but had problems with conditioning agents: they were a bit unstable. But with Rayne, they would be able to have the perfect agents in days, not the months it took now. And they would be the perfect assassins.
How could you normally find someone that was just a construct of mental attributes? They would have no predictability, would fit in anywhere in the world and never question orders. You could even pick a local and within a few short hours, you would have a loyal agent to carry out any mission you needed.
And now, at long last, it looked like Treadstone would get a go ahead. Last night, Ethan had been captured. He had come to Sunnydale and had cast a spell on Rupert Giles last night. The terror she had felt last night, when the unemployed librarian was turned into a demon and chased her down the street, would now all be worth it. She had the mage now and soon he would be gone. Not before she had him ruffed up a little, though. Just an accident in transport, it happened all the time.
Plus, she would have the boy, who she knew wouldn’t be missed from her observations and Agent Finn’s reports. The group of civilian hunters had been pushing him out. Who would miss him? He would be long gone to the Washington training grounds.
And her covert group, the ones that handle the questionable problems, that she couldn’t trust Finn to do, could plant all the evidence that she needed to make it look like he left.
She just needed timing. And it looked like the time was right.
Buffy and Willow stood around the dinner table. They had planned this all out. Tonight was the night. Xander wouldn’t be allowed to go on patrols anymore. He had almost gotten killed the night before. And since he was the only one able to get a job, and had any kind of future, he was out.
Dawn was out with Riley and Tara, at the movies. Neither one knew what was happing tonight, only that they were asked to watch Dawn while they had it out with Xander. It was big, that was all they knew.
All but Xander, who walking into a fight without even knowing it.
“Hey guys.” Xander said as he walked into the house. “Sorry I’m late. But those pesky bosses don’t let people off just to meet with their friends.”
“Hey Xan,” Willow said, looking a little guilty.
“Xander,” Buffy said, “we need to talk.”
“About what?” Xander asked he could see something was coming, what he didn’t know, but there was something bad coming his way.
“Xan, We don’t think you need to patrol anymore,” Buffy said quickly. “You can still help with the research, you and Anya would still be part of the group. But you don’t need to put yourself in danger anymore.”
“Buff,” Xander said, getting pissed, “Where the hell is this coming from?”
“We have Riley and the rest of the soldiers. We even have Spike,” Buffy continued.
“So?” Xander asked, “Where were they when you needed me to help out with the Mayor?”
“Xander, you have done great things,” Willow said. “You’re important to us. We don’t want to see you hurt.”
“So it’s ok if I see you hurt?” Xander said looking at the girls. “It’s ok if you die while I sit back here and watch TV?”
“No, but is it fair that Anya is going to find out that you are dead one night because you couldn’t keep up with us?”
“Buffy,” Xander said looking at her in the eye, “Screw you. I was there for you every time you needed me, and now that you’ve got Riley I’m being sidelined? Where was he when I gave you CPR in the Master’s cave? Where were they when I pulled you out the water before the swim team got you? Huh? Where were they when you took off for the summer? Not here. I was. I have done more for you than almost anyone else and this is how you treat me?”
“Xander, don’t make this personal.” Buffy begged.
“No, Buffy, it’s very personal. My friends don’t want me around.”
“Yes, we do!” Willow said, “We even want Anya, too.”
“Will, when was the last time you saw Anya?” Xander asked.
“Uh, just a little while ago?”
“Yes, it was a little while ago,” Xander said, looking down on his oldest friend. “Anya moved out of Sunnydale a month and half ago. She said something about moving to LA. She met a dancer at some club.”
“Xander?” Willow said. How could she not have known about this?
“No!” Xander snapped, bringing both girls up short. “You know what? I’m through. I have stood by both of you. And you know what? You’re right, I have been giving up on a life, just to be here. So I’m done. The next time the world is coming to an end, don’t call.” Then he paused. “Why am I telling you that? That’s just what you’re going to do, anyway.”
And with that, he left two speechless girls behind.
“When he calms down, we will go talk to him,” Buffy tell her redheaded friend.
“Yea, that should be next year,” Willow said, getting up and walking out of the room.
It would be the last time they would see him for a very long time.
End flash back.
“Yes,” Walsh was saying looking over at the young man. “I see what happened.”
“I am just so tired.” Xander said, “The nightmares about the war, then no one to listen to me. If it wasn’t for you, I would have gone crazy.”
“I have just what you need,” Walsh said, opening a drawer in her desk. She pulled out a bottle of blue pills. Opening the container, she handed Xander three pills and a small glass of water.
“Take these and you’ll feel better. They’re anti-stress pills.”
“Thanks, doc,” Xander said as he downed the pills. And within minutes, Xander was unconscious.
Looking over the drugged man, Walsh pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number from memory.
“I’ve got one for you. He already has some conditioning with the new process,” Walsh said, watching the boy. Too bad. He was a nice kid, but you had to break eggs sometimes. “Yes, he is ready to transport.”
Ethan Rayne stood over the boy. He recalled seeing him in Sunnydale, one of Ripper’s brats. He had already gone through the others. Thirty-two people now were weapons for the American government.
And now this boy. He had a list of people/personality traits that the bosses here wanted in this boy’s heads. Only this one already had a start on them. And there was something else. A sliver of Primal energy. Not really enough to do anything, just bring out dark impulsive actions.
But it was a start.
He had been told what he was to place in this boy’s mind, but unlike the others he would add a little more. He was a agent of chaos, wasn’t he? And this boy would just be perfect.
Ethan set up the spell, the items he needed were in place. And soon the spell would be in effect. But he put a few twists on it.
He revived what primal energy was left. But not too much; just enough to give him a edge. Not that he really cared one way or the other. But he might come across Ripper again, and he didn’t want it being said that he didn’t help his kids. There was no telling what Ripper would do to him if he didn’t help this boy.
He knew he couldn’t get him out, or himself for that matter, so he did what he could. He pushed a lawyer, history teacher, computer programmers/hackers and many more into the boy’s head. By the time he was finished with the boy, he was a master of weapons and could slip smoothly into any place in the world.
And with that Xander Harris disappeared... At least for a little while.
10 years later.
New York City
Pamela Landry was sitting at her desk on a sunny day, wishing she could get out of the paper work. She was still working on it from that cluster fuck in Europe. She had feelers out looking for Bourne but he had just disappeared like the ghost he was.
Then her phone rang and that familiar voice came across it.
“I hear you’re still looking for me.” Bourne was speaking in a calm voice. Pamela knew he could be anywhere around the world, so she didn’t hit the call trace alarm on her desk.
“Bourne?” she asked knowing full well who it was. She just couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“What do you want?” Bourne’s voice had gone from calm to cold in a second.
“I wanted to thank you... For the tape,” Pamela said.
It was a big thing for her to thank someone. She never really did that in her whole career. She did what was needed or right and didn’t care about what happened or who had got hurt; it was part of the job. Sure, she would hunt someone to the ends of the earth for hurting one her people, but in the long run, she never really cared. So her admitting this was a big thing.
“We got what we needed. It’s all tied off. It’s over.”
“I guess I owe you an apology,” Pamela continued after a pause.
“Is that official?” Bourne asked.
“No. It’s off the record. You know how it is.”
“Goodbye,” Bourne said. He had found out what he wanted to know and now it was time to be moving on.
“Wait. Wait!” Pamela called over the phone. She was digging through a file on her desk.
“Alexander Harris. That’s your real name. You were born in Sunnydale, California. Why don’t you come in and we’ll talk about it.”
When Pamela said the name, Bourne felt something. A flash of red hair. A blonde girl smiling. And a dark haired girl telling him she was going to show him around the curves. Then nothing.
“Bourne?” Pamela asked over the phone when he didn’t say anything.
“Get some rest, Pam. You looked tired.”
And with that he hung up the phone and walked away, while Pamela spun around and looked out the window of her office.
He had been watching her again.