Imagine: The List
Fic posted by members of Vo's Imaginings YahooGroup

Author's Chapter Notes:

OK, when I started this chapter I gave my Muse free range to do whatever she wanted and this is the result. And if I tried to edit it or refine it she more or less b*tch slapped me and told me to leave it alone. So this chapter is a bit… different than my usual stuff.


It was a sudden bang that woke Jack from his sound sleep. Keeping his eyes closed and his breathing slow as if to fake sleep, Jack listened for more noises as his hand slipped under his pillow for the gun hidden there. After a few minutes with only the muffled sounds from the kitchen region, Jack slipped out of bed, his gun in his hand.

Dressed only in boxers, Jack moved silently through his home towards the source of the sound. With moves that the military has drilled into him years ago, Jack looked around the corner of the kitchen before entering it. "Don't move," he snarled as he pointed his gun at the back of the head of the intruder.

The intruder froze in place. "If you didn't want an omelet, Jack, you just had to say so," he replied.

"Harris," Jack snarled as he recognized the voice.

Xander turned his head so that he could look over his shoulder at Jack. "You still don't want to be my friend?"

"I'm not friends with blackmailers," Jack stated. "How did you get in here?"

"Do you mean how did I get in here through the locked doors; locks that you have recently changed by the way and haven't hidden the spare for yet. Or how did I get in here past the Marx Brothers who are watching the house?" Xander asked. "So where Teal'c? I'm surprised he's not here."

"Don't know who you're talking about," Jack commented with a smirk.

"You know big bald black guy with a gold tattoo on his head," Xander commented. "I wonder how much that had to hurt."

"So what are you doing here?" Jack asked as he flicked the safety to the on position.

"Well I was looking for the green onions for the omelets but I couldn't find any," Xander said as he turned around. "How about mushrooms?"

"There's a can of them in the cabinet by the sink," Jack growled before turning around and walking back to his bedroom where the rest of his clothes and a phone were.

"Ask Lou if he wants mushrooms in his omelet too," Xander called out.

It was roughly ten minutes later when Major Lou Ferretti entered the O'Neill residence to find Jack glaring at a young man who was busy cooking something on the stove.

"Morning Lou," the young man called out. "You want Swiss or Cheddar for your omelet?"

"Cheddar," Lou glanced over at Jack who was wearing a look that promised pain for those it was directed at.

"I seem to have gotten Jack up on the wrong side of the bed," the young man commented. "I'm Xander by the way; the current source of Hammond's Tums eating addiction."

Lou snorted. "So you're the blackmailer," he said in a tone that said he was less than impressed with what he saw.

Xander fixed Lou with his own version of Jack's glare. "Why does everyone insist I'm a blackmailer?" he asked. "A blackmailer is someone who demand things from someone so that information the blackmailer has is not be made public. And since I haven't demanded anything I can't be called a blackmailer."

"So what do you consider yourself to be?" Lou asked with a smirk.

"Well I always wanted to be Batman," Xander replied as slipped the omelet from the skillet onto a plate. Thrusting the plate at Jack, Xander said, "Here. Eat."

With a soft growl, Jack took the plate.

With a shake of his head Xander turned back to the mixing bowl. "Want mushrooms in your omelet, Lou?"

"Sure. Why not," Lou replied as he sat down next to Jack so they could watch Xander.

As Xander cracked the eggs against the bowl rim, he asked, "So Lou, how're Carol and the girls?"

 

~*~

 

General Hammond raised an eyebrow when he saw Jack and Lou scowling faces and the smug face of his latest headache, Alexander 'Xander' Harris.

"Mr. Harris, I presume," Hammond said in a less than pleased tone.

"Xander please, General," Xander said with a nod of his head. "Mr. Harris is a mean drunk that just happens to be my father."

Before Hammond could reply Colonel Pierce thrust a glass of water at Harris.

Harris looked at the glass, then at Pierce and then back at the glass. With a dramatic sigh Harris took the glass and drank half of the glass before pouring the rest of it over of his head. Handing the glass back he said, "Satisfied?"

Pierce nodded. "Good to see you again, Knight," he said with a grin.

A scowl appeared on Xander's face. "Good to be seen again, Velma."

Pierce smile disappeared. "Alexander."

"Jethro," Xander countered.

With a much put upon sigh, Pierce said, "Xander."

Xander's face broke out with a grin, "JD."

"Colonel Pierce," Hammond snapped, "I think it's about time you tell us exactly what is going on."

Pierce glanced grimly at Xander before saying, "To be honest, sir, that’s exactly what I want to know too. The last thing I knew was that Xander vanished after the explosion and this is the first time anyone seen him since."

"You mean the gas explosion that never was," Jack growled.

Xander smiled proudly as he took a seat at the conference room table, "That was some of my best work."

The members of SGC looked at the young man in shock as General Hammond said, "Son, are you telling me that you blew up your school."

"Isn't that the dream of every kid?" Xander replied. "Besides it was necessary."

"Necessary?" Hammond said in outrage. "Do you know how many people died due to your prank?"

Xander shrugged his shoulders before looking over at Pierce.

Pierce shrugged his shoulders in return. "As far as we can tell, none. Some injuries but nothing serious."

Hammond eyes narrowed as he stared at the two men before him. "There were 14 confirmed deaths that day."

"That few? I'm impressed," Xander said before turning his attention back to Pierce. "So how are the Scrappies?"

"Besides hating that name and worrying about what to do if you suddenly show up one night, they're doing pretty well," Pierce replied. "They say things have slowed down."

"Ahhh got you love summer in Sunnyhell," Xander said fondly before turning back to General Hammond. "General I know you're concerned about those deaths but you have to believe me if we hadn't blown the school more people would have died… a lot more."

"Mr. Harris, I have absolutely no reason to trust you," Hammond growled as he glared at the young man. "Three days ago you approached one of my men in order to blackmail him. And not five minutes ago you admitted to blowing up a high school, an action that lead to the death of 14 people. So tell me Mr. Harris what reason do I have to trust you?"

Xander let out a sigh of frustration. "Would it help if I told you that I wasn't blackmailing anyone? That I don't have any evidence hidden with anyone just waiting for it to sent out."

Hammond blinked in confusion at Xander's declaration. "Then why did you contact Colonel O'Neill?" he demanded.

"So he," Xander point at Colonel Pierce, "would come out of whatever hole he hides in and investigate."

"And you couldn't contact me or one of the Scrappies, why?" Pierce glared at the younger man.

"Well it could be the fact I was in hospital after having the shit beaten out of me. Or it could be that I had less than forty-eight hours to get out of Sunnydale before Buffy made my ribcage into a new hat. Of course I'm sure that Willow would be helping her do so while making sure that my death was as long and as painful as possible," Xander said as he named off the reasons. "Or it could be I sent all the information I had off with Mrs. S when we sent her out of town before graduation and she hasn't returned yet. She's under orders to hand it over to Giles in the event of my death. And if both Giles and I were dead," an evil grin appeared on Xander's face, "you would be dealing with her."

Pierce crossed his arms over his chest. "Then it's a good thing that neither you or Giles are dead. So what happened with the Blond Necrophilic and the Red Nightmare to get them pissed off at you?"

Xander shrugged his shoulders. "They found out about the Lie."

Everyone looked at Xander, waiting for him to continue before Pierce groaned, "Oh shit! They found out about that!"

"You know while this all might very informative for the two of you, it does nothing for the rest of us," Jack commented. "I'm sure the rest of us have some questions. I in particular have questions about how you knew about my past."

"Or how you knew about my wife and girls," Lou growled as he stared at Xander with a promise of pain.

"Halloween, 1997," Xander answered with a smirk. "In a way you really have to say all of this was really the Troll's fault."

"What does that have to do with anything!" Lou demanded.

Xander just smirked as he nodded his head towards Colonel Pierce who has sitting there his eyes closed, his burrow furrowed.

"What did you go as, Xander?" Pierce asked cautiously as he opened his eyes with dread.

"I was the King of the $2 costume," Xander replied. "I had a set of fatigues and a pair of slightly used boots that had been for sale at the airport’s lost luggage sale. They ever had the guy's name in on the tongue. Can you guess what the name was?"

"O'Neill."

"And you got it in one guess," Xander replied smugly.

To say what happened next was a surprise to almost everyone except Xander would be an understatement.

"What the fucking hell were you thinking!" Pierce exclaimed. "Do you know what could have happened? How dangerous and stupid that was?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe something like saving lives," Xander snapped back. "It's not like I was a squad of Marines traipsing through the street going 'I'm hunting for wabbits.'"

"We weren't that bad," Pierce shouted as the members of SGC watched in silence.

"No. You were worse!" Xander snapped. "At least Elmer had something he could kill a rabbit with!"

Pierce seemed to bite back on his anger. "We would have been fine," he growled.

"You would have been dead and so would've your men," Xander replied calmly. "And that was one thing we didn't need in that town and you know it JD. Now I knew the risk I was running when I stayed there but what choice did I have?"

"And what of me and my men?" Pierce suggested.

"Lunch."

Pierce snorted. "Don't you mean midnight snack?"

"Well if you got up at dusk, lunch would be around midnight," Xander replied.

"While another gentleman might find all of this as amusing as I'm sure you do, none of this is telling me what the hell is going on," Hammond snapped. "You," he pointed at Xander, "Colonel Pierce told me you were the only one who could tell me what's going on. I suggest you start talking."

Xander looked at Hammond in confusion before turning to Pierce. "I am?"

"President's order, Knight. He was of the opinion that you created the mess, you get to clean it up," Pierce explain. "As long as you still have a pulse that is."

"Right," Xander grumbled softly to himself. Turning to Hammond he asked in an almost begging tone, "Are you sure you want to know? I mean really sure."

Hammond glared at Xander.

"Right, you're sure," Xander replied. "Just remember it's not my fault if you end up have nightmares, end up in therapy or wearing one of those nice jackets that tie in the back. Then again considering the stuff you're used to you might already have one of those nice jackets or at least a Tums addiction"

Xander glance once more at the General in the hopes he would change his mind but see the determined look on his face, Xander sighed wearily. "You know growing up as a kid all those things you were scared of; vampires, mummies, the thing under the bed… well they all exist and my hometown is Disney World to them."

Those at the table looked at Xander in disbelief before looking at Colonel Pierce for an explanation. "He's telling the truth," he said. "They all exist except for…"

"Leprechauns," Xander supplied the answer.

"Right, expect for Leprechauns," Pierce said.

General Hammond looked at each man in turned before picking up the phone that was sitting next to him. "Dr Fraiser, could you please come up here," Hammond ordered politely.

"Ah the Napoleon of Needles. She Who Needs Not be Named," Xander said as he listed of some of Colonel O'Neill's more popular name for the good doctor. "The Welder of the Penlight of Doom."

Pierce shook his head.

"Well she is," Xander said seeing Pierce's reaction. "She's like one of those scary women who dress up in black leather with whips and stuff just so they can order guys to lick their boots clean but with needles and stuff."

"Dominatrix," Major Ferretti chimed in with the correct term.

"She's single?" Pierce asked.

Xander nodded his head while Jack slowly shook his head. "Colonel while I don't doubt you sanity… ok I am doubting it when it comes to the vampires and stuff, you really don't want to get involved with Dr Fraiser."

"And why wouldn't he, Colonel O'Neill," a voice said from next to the door.

Xander turned in his chair so he could see the red hair doctor. "Because you're the Dominatrix of Needles," he said in the most charming of voices.

"Oh is that so," Fraiser said in a tone that promised humiliation and pain like a true Dominatrix as she glared at Jack.

"I didn't say that," Jack quickly said in his defense. "He did," as he pointed at Xander.

"Aha. What else did the good Colonel say?" Dr Fraiser said as she glared at O'Neill.

"Well that no matter how much he like to pull your chain by calling you the Welder of the Penlight of Doom or Lady Of Cold Hands, he does truly value what you do here and how often you saved his worthless ass and that of his team after doing something incredibly stupid but necessary," Xander said innocently.

Fraiser looked at the young man and then at Colonel who was staring at the kid in shock. "He said all of that?"

"Well he didn't say it but he does believe it." Xander explained.

Fraiser crossed her arms over her chest. "Really. And how do you know that?"

"I dressed up as Jack for Halloween when I was a sophomore," Xander replied.

"And that is why you were asked to come here, Doctor," General Hammond said as he rubbed his forehead as if to easy a headache. "Colonel Pierce and Mr. Harris are both claiming that vampires and such creatures exist. I would like you to run a full work up on both of them."

Fraiser narrowed her eyes at the two strangers on the base. "Harris?"

Xander nodded his head. "Xander Harris of Sunnydale California."

Fraiser took a step back as she stared at Xander in horror.

Xander and Pierce glance at each other before Xander said, "If it helps I still have a pulse."

"And he past the Holy Water test," Pierce added in.

"But you're a child!" Fraiser exclaimed.

Xander shrugged his shoulders. "Not like anyone else was going to do anything."

"Dr Fraiser," Hammond said, his concern was very much evidence in his voice. "Do you know something of this matter?"

Fraiser glanced over the General then back at Xander. "Yes, sir," she replied softly.

"Witch or Potential?" Xander interrupted before the General could say something else.

A look of disdain came to Dr. Fraiser's face as she looked down at Xander. "My grandma is a Traiteur," she stated with pride.

"Traiteur?" Jack said as he looked back and forth between the kid and the doctor.

"It's a Cajun healer," Xander explained. "One part modern medicine, one part herbal healers, one part shrink and one part busy body."

Fraiser crossed her arms over her chest. "I don’t think Nana would be happy being called a busy body."

"Well I doubt she would like being called the grand master of a spy ring," Xander suggested. "And a pretty good one judging how you reacted. So was it my name or the town?"

"Both," Fraiser admitted.

"Dr Fraiser perhaps you'd care to enlighten the rest of us," General Hammond growled softly as he nodded to an empty chair. "Starting with how you know this young man."

"Yes, sir," Dr Fraiser said as she sat down. "To be exact I don't know Mr. Harris exactly. It more that I know of him through my grandmother, sir."

"And how does your grandma know our friendly neighbor blackmailer?" Colonel O'Neill said.

"I'm a bit curious about that myself," Pierce admitted as he eyes the red haired doctor.

"JD, did you ever think that you're the late comer to the party? And that all the cool kids had been there for hours?" Xander said with a smirk.

"You mean like the stuffed shirts?" Pierce asked.

"One example and not a very good one at that," Xander replied. "They don’t know how to play well with others."

Hammond pinched the bridge of his nose. "While this might be very enlightening to some of you, it is not getting my questions answered. Dr Fraiser, Mr. Harris and Colonel Pierce have alleged that vampires and other such creatures exist. What exactly do you know about this matter?"

Janet Fraiser looked down at her clasped hands. Taking a deep breath she raised her eyes and looked directly at the General she said, "They do exist."

"Oh for crying out loud!" Jack explained. "Next you'll be telling me that Big Foots are really Wookies!"

"It's the other way around, Jack," Xander said. "The actor who played Chewbacca was a Big Foot. Most of the aliens in Lucas's movies are demons of one breed or another."

"You," Jack said as he pointed at Xander. "No more talking. Every time you say something my head hurts."

"Welcome to my world," Pierce mumbled softly as Xander pretended to zip his mouth shut.

"Dr Fraiser, please continue," Hammond said as he shot his second in command a look.

"When I was a little girl, sometimes when I was visit my Nana's clinic one of the Others would visit her looking for help or to pay their bill," Fraiser explained.

"By Others I'm assuming you mean vampires," Hammond said.

"No, Sir," she replied with a shake of her head. "Vampires are more like intelligent animals that just happens to look and act like humans before they kill you. The Others are normally neutral demon races, some of which can pass as human."

"Hold on! Are we talking about demon like from the Bible, that type of demon?" Ferretti asked as he eyes the good doctor.

Fraiser shook her head. "They're more like refugees or immigrants than some force of evil at least the ones I've met. I've suspected that some of them are alien in origin or result of a Gou'alds' experiments."

General Hammond took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before asking, "Doctor, are there any of these beings on my base."

"Under the patient/physician confidentiality, I cannot tell you, sir but I can say that I feel that every person on this base is loyal to the Earth and >all of it's citizens," Fraiser stated.

Hammond nodded his head as he accepted Fraiser's reassurance. "And what can you tell us about Mr. Harris, Doctor?"

Fraiser looked over at the young man in question. "If rumors are accurate, he is the White Knight of Sunnydale. The only mortal to ever face down the master vampire Angelus and survive."

"Angelus?" Hammond asked as he looked at Xander and Colonel Pierce.

"Think Bram Stoker's Dracula and them make him mean… sick, twisted and perverted," Xander replied

"Bad guy, huh," Jack said.

"One a scale of 1 to 10, with Angelus being a 10. Apophis would rate… a 7," Xander replied. "And that’s only because I’m giving him points for being the big bad of the Goa'ulds."

"Can't imagine Apophis being too happy at rating so poor against a vampire," Jack commented to himself

"So you're this big bad vampire hunter then," Lou said as he eyed the young man in front of him.

Xander snorted. "Hardly. I'm the Zeppo. I also answer to the donut boy, a nummy treat and the oh so affectionate term of bait."

"And the one everyone turns to when they need someone to save their ass," Pierce spoke up.

"Yeah… Well… How quickly they forget," Xander replied bitterly.

By this time General Hammond had pulled out the bottle of Tylenol he always carried with him when SG-1 was on the base and swallowed two of the small pills. "Son, in the simplest terms could you please explain how you know so much about Colonel O'Neill."

Xander opened his mouth then shut it. Opened and then shut it once again. Finally he said, "I had a pair of Jack's old boots, a set of fatigues and a toy gun which was the trigger for a spell done by a chaos mage name Ethan Rayne."

At the sharp hiss from Dr Fraiser, Xander said to her, "You've heard of him?"

Fraiser nodded her head. "And if I ever meet the bastard again, I'm going to find out if it hurts more to be zat in the balls or not."

Every man at the table squirmed at the thought. "So not a good guy?" Jack asked.

"He rates about 3, 3.5. Not a good guy but not evil either. He like some who keeps asking 'Are we there yet' until the driver snaps," Xander explained.

"In other words he's like Jack," Lou chimed in with a smug look.

"No. Jack rates at least a 5… maybe a 5.5," Xander replied.

"I'm evil?" Jack said in disbelief.

"Ever play D&D?" Xander asked.

Jack shrugged his shoulder. "It's been explained to me."

"OK, so in D&D you would be considered a Chaotic Good," Xander explains. "However because of your work in SGC you could also be considered a Chaotic Evil."

"OK kid explain how Jack can be Good… and Evil," Lou asked what was on everyone's mind.

"How many governments has Jack helped overthrow? How many Gou'alds has he destroyed thereby destroying someone's religious beliefs?" Xander explained. "How many time have his actions led to the death of someone or the start of some war?"

"Hey! We help free people from the Gou'alds!" Jack exclaimed.

"Did they ask for it?" Xander replied. "If you gave someone CPR and they survive but end up being permanently mentally disabled, did you do a good thing by saving them or a bad thing by forcing them to live as less than they were?"

"You do what you can and hope for the best," Hammond said softly.

"Exactly," Xander replied. "And that why Jack's rated a 5. Because no matter what you do or you don't do someone will see you as an evil person."

"Damned if you do; damned if you don't," Dr Fraiser said to herself.

General Hammond sighed wearily. "We seem to be off track," he announced. "Mr. Harris…"

"Xander please, sir," Xander interrupted.

"Xander correct me if I'm wrong but are you saying that one year you dressed up as a soldier for Halloween and magically you gained all Colonel O'Neill's memories?" Hammond said.

"That’s correct, sir," Xander replied.

"You then used that knowledge to battle creatures that exist in your hometown," Hammond stated, "and to destroy your high school."

"I had been fighting vampires and other demons before then, sir. What I gained from Halloween just meant that I could survive longer," Xander explained. "And the only reason we blew up the high school was to destroy the demon our town mayor turned into since we didn't have a volcano handy."

"Your mayor was a demon?" Hammond said with dread in his voice.

"You didn't have a volcano handy?" Jack said in disbelief

Xander shook his head. "No he started out as human but a number of dark rituals, some sacrifices and a 100 years later he became a 70 foot long Olvikan demon. Think really big snake with teeth. Last time someone had to face one of these demons, the only reason it was destroyed was because of an eruption."

Hammond nodded his head slowly at that thought. "So after destroying this demon you came to Colorado Spring to visit the Colonel."

Xander hesitated before answering, "More or less."

General Hammond stared at Xander, waiting for the boy to squirm in his chair and answered the question fully.

Xander sat patiently waiting for Hammond to go on.

Pierce chuckled softly as he noticed that Hammond was trying to intimidate Xander into talking. "Xander's stubborn enough to out wait God himself… actually we're pretty sure he's done that to one god already but we don't know which one."

Xander shook his head. "No. Don't think I've faced off against a god yet, just a Primal Spirit. And she was the one in control but willing to listen to reason."

Hammond sighed wearily as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Son," he said softly. "Could you please tell us more about what you did between the time your school exploded and meeting with Colonel O'Neill."

"Sure," Xander said happily. "All you had to do was ask. Well after we defeated the bad guys, somehow the girls learned about the Lie and they didn't react well."

"The Lie?" O'Neill said.

Xander sighed. "It was a command decision. The love of a teenage girl or 6 billion lives. They disagreed with my choice."

"The good of the many outweigh the good of the one," Jack said.

Xander snorted. "Unless you're a teenage girl then it's screw everyone else and give me what I want."

Xander poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher on the table. Taking a drink, he continued on, "So after waking up in the hospital about 24 hrs later, I find out I only have 48 hours in which to get out of town or else. Of course the 48 hours started when they found out about the Lie, so I grabbed what I could and ran."

"From two teenage girls," Ferretti snorted.

"Two teenage girls who would happy cut out my heart with a spoons while talking about the cute new shoes they found at the mall," Xander replied.

"See what you have to look forward to," Jack commented as he teased Lou about his little girls.

"They'll use a rusty knife," Lou replied.

"I hear railroad spikes work well when it comes to torturing people," Xander added in.

"Speaking of Spike I heard that he's in Brazil trying to win Dru back," Pierce commented.

"I wish… good luck to him," Xander said before pausing. "You know I just realized how incredible fucked up my life is."

"And for that reason, it's probably best that no one asks any questions anything you just said," O'Neill said.

"Trying experiencing it," Pierce commented. "After a bit a round of kitty poker over pizza seems like a typical Saturday night."

"Shit!" Xander growled. "I forgot I that Steve owed me 3 tabbies."

"Steve?" Pierce asked.

"Blue demon with the horns," Xander replied, "picks his ear when he has a good hand."

"And what is kitty poker?" Hammond asked with dread in his voice.

"Poker played for kittens instead of cash," Xander replied. "It's a great way to get information."

"Unless someone decides you're a yummy treat or they take offence to you winning too much," Pierce said as he hinted to the sort of trouble Xander has gotten into. "And if they're good sports you're then left with all the cats you win."

"Which you then hand over as bribes or as payment for info," Xander commented.

"You know I'm starting to wonder if there was something in the omelet he made for us this morning or if I'm in the infirmary drugged to the gills," Lou said as he leaned over towards Jack. "But then I realize that there is no way my sub-conscious could be this fucked up or even let you be the star in this mess."

"Why am I the star of this?" Jack replied.

"Well I wasn't the one who the kid blackmailed," Lou stated. "Besides something this strange could only happen to you!"

An ear splitting whistle silenced the room. Everyone turned to look at the source of the noise, at Dr Fraiser.

"This has gone on long enough! I want answers," Fraiser demanded. "You!" she said as she pointed at Xander. "I want to know why did you decide to track down Colonel O'Neill and what happened since you left the hospital till the time you met Colonel O'Neill."

"With Buffy withdrawing her protection from me, I suddenly went to someone only a few demons would go after to something that every demon would go after since they didn't have to fear Buffy getting revenge for harming or killing me. So after I escaped the hospital, I did the only thing I could do which was to grabbed the few things I didn’t want to lose, my emergency cash and then high tailed it out of town. I stopped off at some… people I knew I could trust and had them hide my signature so I couldn't be tracked easily," Xander fired off quickly under Dr Fraiser's glare. "After that I did my best to lose anyone who was following me before arriving in town. I checked into a nice hotel near the academy then I went to visit Jack."

Fraiser nodded her head in acceptance before she turned her steely eyes on Colonel Pierce. "And what exactly is your involvement in all of this?" she demanded.

Pierce turned to Xander questionably, to which Xander nodded his head. Pierce then nodded over toward General Hammond.

"JD, she's a woman. She's Cajun, a red-head, a doctor and she's pissed," Xander explained. "While the General can make your life miserable, the good doctor can make it hell on Earth."

Xander's comment drew some muffles snickers, even a soft chuckle from the General himself as he recognized the truth of the young man's words.

With a shrug of his shoulders Pierce replied, "My team and I, are part of a government agency that was founded by President Roosevelt to monitor and track supernatural beings. We were assigned to investigate Sunnydale after those who were sent in previously had either vanished or died under mysterious circumstances."

"Mysterious circumstances?" O'Neill said.

"Demon chow," Xander replied off-handily, "if they were lucky. Human sacrifices if they weren't."

Pierce shrugged his shoulders, "While completing a patrol through the town, my team had the luck to meet Xander."

"They were having their asses handed to them by a couple of fledglings and I happened to show up in time," Xander translated.

Pierce sighed. "Xander ended up as our informant within his group. He kept me advised of the apocalypse season."

"Apocalypse season?" Jack said in surprise. "No! Wait, I don't want to know."

"Wise choice," Pierce said grimly "Anyway Xander worked as our informant and the general expert for our group."

"Which reminds me," Xander interrupted, "when were you going to tell me about the underground base the military was building?"

"What base?" Pierce replied in confusion.

"The one under the Delta Zeta Kappa fraternity house," Xander replied.

Pierce slowly shook his head. "There isn't shouldn't to be any military in Sunnydale except for my team and the army base."

Xander gave Pierce a pointed look.

Pierce sighed once again. "Right, I'll look into it."

"There's something I don't understand," Major Ferretti directed this to Xander.

"What's that?" Xander asked.

"I kind of understand how you know what you know and about what goes on in that place," Lou said. "And I understand how you used us to get hold of Pierce but there had to have been an easier way. So why?"

"Because," Xander said simply, "I need you to kill me."

 

~*~

 

Note:

Before 2004 Army and Air Force fatigues were the same… or at least as far as I can tell they were the same.

Traiteur - is Cajun healer

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