A/N: This is Xander's summer post season three. This story was just something I thought up one day, and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it.

Summary: Ever wonder if something more happened that summer in Oxnard than Xander let on?

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Xander does not belong to me, (or the rest of the Buffy universe for that matter). This story is mine. I've put many finger-breaking hours into this, so please let me know if you like it. Thanks.

BOB

"DAMN IT!" Xander yelled as he pounded on his steering wheel.

Smoke boiled up from under the hood. Xander was suddenly afraid to look under the hood because he knew exactly what he would find -- the worst. His days of being a Zeppo had taught him that much. Unwillingly, he exited his car to inspect the damages. Under the hood he found that the engine had fallen out of his car. He cursed again and kicked the car. The hood of the car slammed down. Xander moved his hands out of the way of the hood just in time. The bumper then fell off causing Xander to jump back.

"I can't even win a battle against a car. How pathetic am I?"Xander asked no one.

Xander looked at a sign that stated he was in Oxnard. After walking around for a while, he found a pay phone and called a tow truck. He waited for what seemed hours in the sad excuse for a lobby of an auto repair shop with everything that had been in his car. Half asleep, Xander snapped to alertness when the mechanic burst into the room with a large grin.

"Ah, there flees any hope of ever continuing my trip,"Xander said under his breath as he rose to walk over to the desk.

The mechanic tucked his pencil behind his ear and begun reading off the list of things that would need to be repaired. Xander looked on in despair when the mechanic flipped the page and continued reading his list. When he finished, it took a few moments for Xander to come to life again.

"That's great -"Xander checked the mechanic's nametag, "Bob. But how much is all this going to cost?"

"Well, with the parts, labor, and assesment prices . . .you're looking at 2,000 dollars at the least."

"2,000 dollars? I don't have 2,000 dollars!"

"Call your parents, boy. I bet they can bail you out."

"I don't have parents,"Xander said, unwilling to resort to calling them.

"Well, then you can pay me for the assesment and take your car somewhere else."

"How much is the assesment?"Xander asked pulling out his wallet.

"200 dollars,"Bob said without blinking.

Xander closed his wallet and put it back in his pocket.

"So what do you do if I can't pay for the assesment, Bob?"

"Keep your car until you can."

"Right, then, Bob. I'll be back,"Xander said Terminator style. Xander cracked a smile at his wittiness, but Bob remained unphased. Bob was obviously not as ammused as Xander. "I'm just going to go then."

Xander turned around and walked out the building. He shook his head in confusion and noticed that the sun had set.

"When did the sun set?"Xander asked.

He decided to consult his watch. He hit the "light" button, and the watch declaired it to be nine-oh-one.

"Dark is not good. Vampires are out and about now, and I don't have any pointy, wooden objects. Okay. First things first. Need to get inside."

Xander sought for the closest building to the one he had just exited. Neon lights illumiated the night. Xander looked on in horror at his fate. He took a deep breath.

"The Fabulous Ladies Night Club, here I come."

Carrying his possesions, Xander walked across the street wondering why the powers would punish him so. Maybe it had somthing to do with blowing up his school ...

R&R plz.