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I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor Enchanted. Buffy and her friends are owned by Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox whereas Giselle and Andalasia are owned by Disney. I own nothing but cheese. I take no responsibility for the characters and situations in this work of fiction. I am merely the conduit through which they play... they made me write this!

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Xander whistled to himself as he gazed at the New York City skyline. It was one of the sights he'd never gotten round to on his best-forgotten road-trip and it took his breath away. A loud shout from behind him reminded him of the reason he was here and he checked his safety line before he moved on.

When word of a dragon had reached the Council, the Scoobies had held an emergency meeting. They all knew about the dragon that had gotten away after Glory had opened the portal, even if they didn't like to talk about it, and they couldn't help but feel responsible. They'd begun to argue about who should go check it out until finally in desperation, after Buffy and Kennedy had jumped up from their opposite sides of the table and tried to scratch each other's eyes out, he'd suggested drawing straws. Giles and Dawn had leapt at the idea and, to his great surprise, Xander had been the one to draw the short straw.

Giles had pulled some strings, Willow had arranged his transportation and before he'd had time to really think about it, he'd found himself in New York, foreman of the construction crew carrying out the repair work to the building damaged by the dragon.

If there had been a dragon. Reports of it falling to it's death couldn't be backed up by a body and the people who had witnessed it were convinced that it had all been a part of some performance theatre act. Good old Sunnydale Syndrome struck again! Xander looked up at the bright blue sky.

Surely a dragon would have just flown away?

Suddenly he frowned, his attention caught by a bright gleam from halfway along the bent lightning spire. He climbed higher and realised that it was a sword. Ignoring the calls from his men further below, Xander climbed out onto the dangerous pole and pulled the sword out.

Light and agile, it felt somehow right in his hand. But how had such a well crafted blade ended up here? A tattered piece of dark blue velvet dangled from the long rapier point and Xander pulled it off and stuffed it in his pocket. After all, it was another piece of the mystery.