Book 2: Greetings From Moriarty

By MultiMapper
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Chapter 2

About two hours out on the open road, Xander broke the silence, "Wes?"

Wesley glanced over at Xander and lifted an eyebrow.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Xander said sheepishly, while stroking the egg under the wet towels.

"For what?" Wesley asked, a little coldly.

"For treating you bad, Wes, I never gave you a chance and I was awful to you. I don't have any excuses, I was a jerk." Xander finished quietly.

Wesley continued driving, with no expression. Xander looked up from his egg, then asked, "Wes?"

"Do go on, I'll stop you when I disagree with something you've said." Wesley said primly.

Xander stared in shock. Then he turned his gaze back onto his egg, and continued to stroke while thinking.

[Why should he forgive me?] Xander thought to himself. He couldn't think of one good reason. He had given Wesley no reason to ever do anything for him, and yet here he was.

"If I promise to act better, would you think about giving me another chance to be your friend?" Xander asked hesitantly.

"I have no reason to trust in your promises. But be that as it may, I will offer this in return. You treat me with respect and I will do the same for you. If we can manage civility, then perhaps one day, we can attempt friendship." Wesley said very seriously.

Xander thought about Wesley's offer and was about to accept when something occurred to him.



"I know it sounds a little weird but, I'm not sure I know how to be civil. I mean, I know what I think of as civil, but I don't think it's the same thing that you think of as civil. Do you know what I mean?" Xander babbled to a halt.

"Strangely enough, I believe I do. Very well, if you will try to be civil, I will understand if you slip up, but be aware that I will bring such occasions to your attention, privately of course, and if I find that you are not sincerely trying, the deal is off." Wesley said with steel in his voice.

Xander thought about it, bargaining for the possibility of future friendship. Then it occurred to him that Wesley had already given him what he wanted, in his own way he had said that they could possibly be friends. Now he just had to prove to Wesley that he was serious about wanting him as a friend. Realizing that, he smiled, "Thank you Wesley, thank you for the offer and thank you for coming to get me from New Mexico."

"You're very welcome Alexander." Wesley said formally.

Xander flinched at the use of his formal name but decided that he could live with it from Wesley.

Another hour of silence passed before Wesley spoke, "Alexander, do you have any idea what made you able to conceive?"

Xander thought only a moment before answering, "I was on the swim team in high school. The coach added something to the steam in the steam room to change us. The guys that were on the swim team longest, changed into monsters, they looked like the creature from the black lagoon. When we discovered what he did, the rest of us were taken to the hospital and given transfusions to remove the poison from our systems. But the stuff was in the steam, so it saturated our skins and we breathed it in. Ever since I left the hospital, I haven't been able to go more than half a day without getting wet or I feel bad. If I go a full day, I get sick. And seeing as I've laid an egg, I think I was changed into a sort of amphibian or reptile."

Wesley thought about what Xander had said for a moment, then said, "So that's why you made a point of taking a shower before we left the motel room?"

"Yes, and if we are going to drive straight through it could be a problem. I mean it won't do any serious damage, but I'll be sick for a few days after we get to L.A." Xander said apologetically.

"We can stop later tonight. I'll call Angel when we do to let him know what's going on." Wesley said evenly.

Xander opened another bottle of water and began to wet the towels around the egg.

"Why do you feel it is necessary to keep the egg moist?" Wesley asked with honest curiosity.

"It just seems to be the right thing to do. I suppose I'm following my instinct, besides, when I have let the egg dry out a little, it becomes agitated." Xander replied.

"Do you have any other left-over effects from your adventures?" Wesley asked.

Xander thought, then began, "Well, I do heal a lot faster and better than most people. I mean, about 2 months ago, I lost an eye, it was completely gouged out. It grew back. I stopped wearing the eye-patch when I left the others and got the motel room. I think that's part of the seamonster steam thing. I mean, you know that you can cut the tail off some lizards and it'll grow back? Oh yeah, I can see in almost complete dark and smell things better than most people can. I think that's from the hyena possession."

Xander stopped for just a second then continued.

"When Ethan Rayne did a spell on Halloween that made everyone become what they dressed up as, I was dressed as a soldier. So I have this guy's memories, his name was Sergeant Christian Allen Milford. He was a munitions expert..."

"Does Mr. Giles know about all this?" Wesley asked in disbelief.

"Oh no, I've never told anyone. Giles knows that I remember the soldier stuff and the hyena possession but he doesn't know that I have her senses or can hear her in the back of my mind." Xander said simply.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Wesley asked, concerned.

"He didn't seem to want to know. I mean, he knew that I remembered the hyena possession but never asked me anymore about it, and he knew that I remembered the soldier, but never asked how much I knew about him, never even asked his name." Xander answered.

"So is that everything?" Wesley asked, a little concerned.

"Oh no, there's more. When I was split into two people, Willow broke the spell by saying something like 'undo the spell'. I became one person, physically, but there are two of me in here. But it's really okay. The shy, quiet me likes to stay in the background and he just takes over when I'm bored. He likes to read and watch discovery channel. This me, the one who's talking to you is the one out front most times." Xander said freely.

"Why didn't you tell Mr. Giles and Ms. Rosenberg that you weren't reintegrated?" Wesley asked, disbelieving.

"Well I, er we, discussed it and decided that we both want to live. I mean, when the demon split us into two people, it made us individuals. We LIKE being individuals, we like BEING. We both have life and enjoy different things. So whenever I get the chance to do something one of me likes to do, that one takes over and does it. We get along and are both fully aware, so it's not like some Cybil thing happening. I mean, technically I DO have multiple personalities but they were formed when I was two separate people so I figure it's okay." Xander answered, starting to get a little nervous.

"Then that's the lot?" Wesley asked with wide eyes, glancing at Xander.

Xander shyly looked at Wesley and shook his head.

"I was also infected with every disease that the white men introduced to the Chumash tribe indigenous to Sunnydale. Since then, I haven't had any disease. And when I was in the thrall of Dracula, I... well, that's more of a preference than an ability..." Xander trailed off.

Wesley focused back on his driving, and began to process the information. He had the strangest feeling that these weren't all Xander's abilities.

Xander was feeling like he may have said too much, and now Wesley would think he was too strange to be his friend. So he thought, [time to try out this civility thing and see how it works.]

"So, do you think I'm a freak?" Xander asked Wesley quietly.

"No Alexander, I do not." Wesley answered immediately.

Xander just nodded his head and began stroking the egg again.

"Alexander, I must say that I am surprised that you shared all that with me. May I ask why?" Wesley asked quietly.

"Short answer... you asked, no one ever did before. Long answer... I trust you Wesley, I mean... I never took the time to get to know you and I wasn't nice to you but I've always trusted you. From the little that we worked together I saw enough to know that you do what you believe is right and you are loyal. You may have noticed that I trust my instincts, and my instincts say that you are someone that I can depend on."

Once again they fell into silence. As the road and the time passed them by, they were both considering the things that had been said.

After a while, Wesley inquired, "Alexander, may I ask you a somewhat personal question?"

"Of course Wesley, but I might choose not to answer." Xander responded in his most polite manor.

"I was curious about the baby's other parent, simply for the sake of determining what your baby's genetic make up is. Was he human?" Wesley asked, trying not to offend.

Xander gave a gentle smile, "Don't worry Wesley, I'm not sensitive about my baby's other father. It was Spike."

Wesley was shocked. The baby's other father was William the Bloody, the Childe of Angelus. Then he began to look at all the pieces that went into the making of this baby. So on top of all of Alexander's physical alterations, possessions, and magics that went into making this baby, the other father was a master vampire, which makes the baby a natural being fathered by an unnatural creature. That means that human or demon influences could come from that side of the baby's makeup. [There bloody well has to be a prophecy about this child.] Wesley thought as he tried to focus back on his driving.

The mention of Spike seemed to have effectively killed the conversation. So the two stayed mostly silent for the rest of the evening, and late into the evening, they stopped at a motel to rest for the night.

To Be Continued...

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