Xander watched as Willow was being attacked once more and he looked around his dreamscape. He could tell that it was a dream, because the view of Willow was through a mirror, and her screams were muted. A regal woman stepped closer, and Xander frowned at her.
“Why did you bring me here?” He kept his voice neutral and calm, not knowing if this was a trick or a gift.
“I am showing you that Willow Rosenberg is having the three fold rule returning her punishments upon her. When she sent you to your new world, she then cast a spell to remove all traces of the supernatural from the realm you were born in. That destroyed the reality, and she didn’t care that it killed billons of innocent people. She did this alone, and thus she alone will suffer for her actions. That and she has many past actions to account for. One does not try to end the world without being punished.”
“Okay and what does this have to do with me?” Xander was sick that Willow had hurt so many people and looked at the woman before him once more.
“As the one who suffered from her actions the most, I, Hecate, Goddess of Magic, grant you a boon. What is it that you wish to have, and remember that there is little magic in this world.”
“Before I ask for the boon, what kind of magic lives here?”
“The Immortals live here. Foundlings that, once suffer a violent death, live until their head is severed from their shoulder. They can survive any wound and even die, for their bodies are human, and they are caught in a parody of life called “The Game” where they believe that the last one standing receives a “gift” for being the last of their kind.”
“Well shit.” He thought it over and nodded at his idea. “I’d like the gift, or boon, to know who is an Immortal, and if they are evil.” The smile on her face made him wonder if he made the right choice.
White and blue lightening flashed around him and with a cry of “Done”; Xander woke up gasping in his bed at the hotel and was quickly soothed back to sleep by two pairs of hands and murmuring voices.
Xander hated the fact that he had so little time with Ezra and Vin at the convention, and eventually Horatio smacked him for it. He was not allowed to be grumpy at work, because it gave Calleigh a sugar rush to make up for it afterwards, since Xander always got her the good stuff.
His new gift from Hecate wasn’t pinging yet, and for that, Xander was grateful. He would hate to hunt someone down and dispose of them if they were evil, since Xander knew that killing Demons was one thing, and killing humans, no matter how long they lived, was another.
What made it worse, was that there was a crossover case in from New York and Mac Taylor was hounding him to see why he wanted to go Fed. He knew that being tenacious was a good trait in being a CSI, but the man was pushing it. Horatio had found it amusing at first, but when the gym began to get a serious workout from Xander’s temper, Horatio knew he had to stop Mac from getting hurt.
“Not sure why you’re glaring at the bullet, unless it doesn’t match.” Came a heavy New York accent from the doorway and Xander looked up with a blink.
“Sorry, Taylor was just here and I was stopping myself from beating him within an inch of his life for pushing where I don’t want to go. Is he like that with all of you?”
“Nah, you’re just a puzzle to him, and Mac hates puzzles he can’t get. I’m Danny, by the way.”
“Xander Harris, I think we met at the convention for a moment. Ezra is so going to laugh at that.”
“I think we did, and Ezra?”
“Ezra Standish, undercover operative for the ATF. I’ll be their tech, but also his back up when it comes to needing another body. The rest of the team is too well known, and it’s always safer if a two man job is done by two men.”
“I can see that. Why in Denver though?”
“Well, Chris’ team saved my life. They were finishing a bust when they saw me. I was pretty bad off, I really don’t remember much, but I know that Ezra and Vin stayed with me the most as I was healing. Apparently I was beaten by a few thugs before the bust went down and was left for dead. I lost a lot of memories that day, and found out, in the hospital, that my file within the government computers had been eaten by a virus and was one of the few that couldn’t be recovered.” He shrugged.
“So, they set me up, helped me get a job, and then I went back to school. I had been in Africa for just over a year and was helping build homes for a few villages and setting up camps for “Doctors without borders”. They were nice enough to send over proof that I had been in Africa and wasn’t some poor schmuck lying to the government. I got to know the team as a group, and when I went to school, AD Travis told me that I would always be welcomed to the ATF in Denver. So, that’s where my job lies.”
“Wow, never thought it was something like that. Mac mentioned that you pissed Gibbs off too. Can I ask why?”
“He was hurting a good friend of mine and encouraging one of his people to take pot shots at him too. I got pissed on his behalf, and last I heard, my friend was headed to Huston for his shiny new job. Besides, he likes the people he was talking to at the convention.”
“He told Mac that you steal people?”
“That’s ‘cause I got Abby and Ducky to think about coming to Miami. I want them away from the grumpy bastard; because I know he’ll hurt them sooner or later.”
“So Mac doesn’t have to worry about you getting us to leave New York?”
“Does he abuse or hurt you in anyway?”
“Naw, he’s a good boss.”
“Then he has nothing to worry about.” Giving Danny a smile, Xander went back to his bullets and the New Yorker left the room. He’d have to tell Mac what he found out. It’d calm his lover down then he and Don could have some fun that night instead of listening to Mac mutter about confusing Ballistic Techs.
But before he did that, Danny smirked as he snuck up on the contemplative Marine and goosed him, getting a good squawk, before innocently looking at the crime scene photos. He hid a smirk at the glare, yeah; he was going to have fun with his Marine tonight. Maybe Don would get to play too.