Title: 20 Minutes with Xander in Smallville
Author: Karl Stahl
Pairings/Characters: Xander, OC; Lana, Chloe, Clark
Summary: Written for the "20 Minutes in Smallville"-challenge. Xander visits a certain coffee shop in Smallville.
Crossover with: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Smallville
Length: 360 words
Author's Notes: written for the "20 Minutes in Smallville"-challenge #1655
Xander looked around in the small coffee shop. It was part of an abandoned old cinema, and had a comfy feeling. It was early in the morning, mostly high school students and a few business men were visiting. He thankfully placed his hands around a big cup of coffee and drank slowly. While years of fighting had trained him to awaken at once, he still liked the flash of caffeine in his blood. He had missed that, a good cup of coffee was hard to come by in Africa.
The high school students made him feel old, slightly out of place with his greying hair and the eye patch. He remembered being that young and believing that vampires and demons would only be found in movies and comic books.
The girl who had served his coffee was gorgeous, long brown hair, expressive eyes. She was talking to a cute blonde girl, or better talked at. Xander noticed the camcorder slung over her shoulder and the notepad peeking out of her bag. Some kind of reporter maybe or, considering her age, a high school reporter? Maybe he could ask her for information.
A boy came in, simple clothing, blue jacket, farmer's boots. He went to the girls and was greeted. No hugs. The blonde talked at him, asked him something. He shook his head, denied.
The chair beside Xander scraped over the floor. He turned his head.
"You're not paying attention." Liza accused him, bouncing down on the chair. She was a small girl from Namibia, fourteen years old, looking like twelve. His self-appointed guardian slayer. She had told him she'd accompany him looking for this new slayer and hadn't budged since.
"What were you looking at?" They both turned their heads towards the three teens.
Liza breathed in sharply. Xander looked at her again.
"That guy", she whispered, her eyes wide, "he's strong."
Xander raised a questioning eyebrow.
"My spider-sense tingles," Liza grinned, proud that she"d gotten the strange reference right, Xander seemed so fond of.
"Demon?" a whispered question.
"No, I don't think so." The pint-sized slayer considered the question a moment longer.
"He's not female." She added with a grin.