Title: The Strange Case Of Mrs. Xander Harris
Author: mispel
E-mail: mispel9@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Summary: Xander's past intrudes on his new life.
A/N: Post season 7. Xander has left behind his demon-fighting life and married.
Disclaimer: I own none of it. Joss, ME and Fox own all
Feedback: Any comments would be welcome.
The Strange Case Of Mrs. Xander Harris
So many times Xander has said that all he wanted was a normal life. That's what we have. It was unfair of them to try and pull my Xander into all that occult stuff. You know, some people aren't equipped to deal with that kind of thing. Xander doesn't sleep well any more. All night I watch him turning and turning for hours before he sleeps. And it's all because those two girls came to our house.
It started when a blonde and a redhead knocked on our door. Listen to that. Sounds like the beginning of a joke. They said that they were sorry but they needed him - he was the only one who had seen some kind of demon and he had to ID it. So I thought it was joke, or a prank.
But he didn't.
They didn't see me standing there as they talked over the threshold. The two girls standing outside on our welcome mat, which didn't say welcome any more. Xander threw that one in the trash and got one that didn't say anything. He didn't explain, but he was very serious about it. Then he covered it up with a joked that it was to keep away the Jehovah's witnesses.
When the girls came in I hid. Xander told them he didn't want us to get pulled into all that. But we did anyway. He went with them and I followed.
I saw things. I saw demons.
You can't run away from them. Your legs take you back home and you turn on all the lights. But once you've seen them your eyes are opened. You can't keep from seeing them all the time. They are everywhere.
Xander doesn't see them. I think it must be his eye. Even when they stand over our bed he just keeps sleeping. I turn on the light. He wakes up and he asks me, "What is it, honey?" He looks right where I am looking then back at me. And he asks me, "What is it? Did you hear something? Do you want me to check the house?" But what good would that do? He doesn't see. I guess he can't with his one real eye looking at me, the other looking away. See, there is something wrong with that one eye. Xander calls it his good eye. But it's not. It always looks at me. But I know how to fix that.
I have to stop now - he's home. I'll write to you again and tell you how it went.
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An excerpt from a letter Mrs. Harris wrote to a longtime friend, a year and a half after her marriage to Mr. Harris, on the day of the incident.
The End