If You Live as Others Do
Summary: I met a guy back in the 'Dale who made me call him Master, but, no worries, I will not be making you eat any bugs.
AN: Hey, I wrote something! For those of you with me on author alert or anything like that, Keeping a Secret is still ongoing, I have not abandoned it. I just kind of lost my BSG mojo there for a while. I'm hoping to get back to it for real soon, I've got some ideas kicking around my head. For now, enjoy a little ficlet, as, yet again I prove myself incapable of writing a non-crossover. I do not own anything of Buffy or Battlestar Galactica though Joss Whedon does have my soul in his collection.

Lee Adama sighed loudly to himself as he closed his eyes and leaned back into the warped leather of his crumbling office chair. Another day filled with nothing but searching. Searching for a home that he no longer believed existed.

"Ah ah ah! None of that! I will not tolerate any brooding, buddy!" A loud voice jarred Lee out of his thoughts and with a graceful reaction he fell out of his chair onto the metal deck of his office.

After a moment of recovery the stunned man looked up towards the intrusion. Standing in the middle of his office was a being that, most decidedly, did not belong. The man was tall, with broad shoulders, covered by a shirt so garish and colorful that Lee quickly averted his gaze. The man had shaggy, dark brown hair framing a full face with a broad grin and the warmest brown eyes Lee had ever seen.

"Wh-who are you?"

"I'm your Jiminy. You can call me God. Or, Master if that works better for you. I met a guy back in the 'Dale who made me call him Master, but, no worries, I will not be making you eat any bugs. Unless you get broody again, that is."

Lee stared at the smirking man, who, after a minute of no response finally sighed in frustration.

"Ok, fine, just call me Xander, soldier-boy."

This, of course, did nothing to lessen Lee's confusion. "Xander? Uh… what are you doing in my office?"

Xander smiled broadly, and Lee couldn't fight the upward twitching of his own lips in response. I'm here to help you."

"Help me with what, exactly?"

"Find Earth."

Lee's draw dropped and he sputtered at the ridiculously dressed man in front of him. "What the frak-? Earth- Earth is gone; we just left!"

"No, you just left an Earth. That was, to be true, the former home of what you call the Thirteenth Tribe, but we're playin' a whole new ballgame now, Blue Eyes."

Lee doubted he was ever going to regain his mental footing while this man was in presence, and responded only with an eloquently put squeak.

The smirk was back. "Kobol was not the true home of humanity, Lee Adama. We're out there, right now, on the planet we call Earth. We're waiting for you to find your way home."

Brilliant, blazing brown eyes met Lee's gaze, and despite the oddity of the situation, Lee believed him. "But… what in the gods name are you?"

"Me? I'm a Scooby; at your service."