Title:Lost and Found

Author:White Werewolf

Rating:M

Chapter:3

Category:Buffy/Xander. Just like before. Some, but not allot. I'm taking this relationship very slowly to romance. Realistic if possible, and not forced.

Disclaimer:I don't own anything. Nothing. Ziltch. Nada. Zip-a-dee-dah! If you want to see what I do own, go to the site I designed for this series.

Spoilers:Anything post "Becoming Part 2"

Author Notes:This continues the Phoenixverse. I just finished the trilogy, and now the series can begin. Yay!

Crossovers:

Buffy: the Vampire Slayer

Hercules: the Legendary Journeys

Quantum Leap

And one big crossover, but I don't want to give it away. You'll find out soon enough, but telling you now will take away the surprise.

And a few others…

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Kelly watched as her father talked to other men. She knew something was going on, and of course her dad didn't want to tell her what was really going on.

It seemed like most of the time; her father didn't want her around. It was like he had this whole other world, and he didn't want her to be part of it. She loved her father, and was grateful that he did want to have her life with him, even though her mother divorced him and recently moved to Paris.

Paris.

That was always a sensitive subject. It seemed like her mother didn't want anything to do with her, and Kelly didn't like that. She knew that her mother wanted the best for her, but with her Paris, it seemed that it was hardly a reasonable alibi to be upset with her dad.

That was a different issue.

The issue that she was dealing with now is what to do with her father. She wanted to know why he didn't want her to be around with him. It was never questioning if he loved her, because above everything, she knew he loved her. The question was why didn't he like having her around.

She then remembered her father's last words to her, 'Want some good parental advice? Don't listen to me.'"

A mischievous smile crept on her face. She walked toward the trailer as she saw men carrying crates to boat. Climbing inside the trailer, she was amazed on how technologically based this vehicle was. Obviously, something big was going on.

She looked around and noted a closet. Opening it, she went inside and closed the door behind her. She was going to go with her dad, and see just how different this project was from Austin.

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"Faith, I'm worried. I already called Willow, Oz, Giles, and hell I even tried to talk to Cordy. And we know she doesn't practically want to do anything with me. Especially since she thinks I stole Xander away from her."

When she got her response, Buffy continued.

"I know it was his choice to go after me. But, she thinks I persuaded him to come after me. She thinks he has this big yen for me and that I use him as my puppet.

A few seconds pass on Buffy's end.

"What do you mean I do that?

Immediately, she responded "Of course not." A pause was made. And some realization appeared when she thought about the previous two years. "Well, maybe at first. But not anymore. And you know that, Faith. Xander and I are simply best friends. That's all."

Buffy rolled her eyes as Faith gave her answer.

"Please, Faith. Don't make me go through this right now. All I want to do is find him. He never showed up this morning after he left for patrol. I called his cell, and he didn't answer. Faith, I'm really worried here."

She listened to her friend to reply.

"No, I didn't call Gunn and the others. Why? I dunno why. Well, maybe because he really isn't that close to Gunn. And I highly doubt that he went to the SGC. It's been one night.

"You really think he might've visited Kevin? Well, it is possible. The two of them are close. Close enough that he invited Xand on his show. And LA isn't that far away. I used to live there.

"Alright, Faith. I'll give Kevin a call. Hopefully he has some insight. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

Then she hung up the phone.

Going to her desk, she opened a drawer and pulled out a small box. Lifting the cover, she sorted through numerous cards and shortly came to a special one.

After taking a breath, she returned to the phone and dialed the number hoping to receive an answer from a friend.

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Xander groaned as he awoke. Feeling pain from behind his head, he went to lesson it when his hand stopped from moving. Looking around, he realized he was in a crate.

"What's going on?"

He looked around, and was definitely in a box. He could tell from the lack of light that shined through holes left in the wood. Taking his hand, he went for his sword. Gritting his teeth, he punched the blade through the top of the crate. Cutting a line down, he made a hole on the top.

Standing up, he soon realized he wasn't in the truck anymore. Wherever he was, he was moving.

After getting out of the box, he continued to look around. Underneath his feet, he could feel the gentle movement of something. It wasn't a road that was for sure.

A door was a few feet in front of him. Keeping his sword in the ready, he approached the opening to only be greeted by a bright sunny day. A calming breeze circulated within the air.

He heard voices. It seemed to be coming from outside. As he stepped through the threshold, his eyes widened. "Ok, so we're on a boat now." The question was now where was he going?

Seeing the sun, he knew they couldn't be coming from vamps. And seeing that he didn't have a cellphone, he knew he was pretty much on his own.

The voices he heard were getting loud. Three of them were talking in English. The other one he recognized as Spanish. But due to the translator microbes from his encounter on Haploxia, the Spanish language wasn't a problem for him to understand.

"Lindstradt air rifle. Fires a subsonic Fluger impact—delivery dart."

"Does it work any better than your satellite phone?"

"That's funny. I loaded it with the enhanced venom of Cronus purpurascens, South Sea clone shell, the most powerful neurotoxin n the world. Acts within a 2,000th of a second, which is faster than the nerve conduction velocity. So the animal's down before it even feels the—pfft—prick of the dart."

"Is there an antidote?"

"Like if you shoot yourself in the foot? Don't do that. You'd be dead before you even realized you had an accident."

"I have a son, my friend. I won't go near the island."

"Wait. Wait. A moment."

"Father, wait."

"The guy wants to unload at the shore right here. He won't go up the river. He heard too many stories about this island chain, and he wants to drop us off and anchor offshore."

"What types of accounts, Mr.?"

"What stories?"

"He's heard stories of fisherman who've came and never returned."

"I have a radio, I have a satellite phone."

"He has the radio, the satellite phone."

"When you need me, I'll come within 2 hours."

"It will only take 2 hours to come back. But, he will not stay here."

"I won't go near these islands. They call them the five deaths."

"The five deaths?"

"Yes."

"What does that mean?"

"The five deaths, he says."

His eyes shot up. The five deaths. He sighed, "Oh, no, my life's not too complicated."

Xander wanted to know what he got himself into now. Shaking his head, he knew he had to make contact with whomever was talking. Especially if he wanted to find a way to get home.

Taking another few steps forward, he spotted five people actually. Four adults and one child.

One of the men turned around as he saw him approaching. "How did you get on board?"

Xander chuckled slightly, "Um, hi."

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Kevin Sorbo sat sighed as he scanned the latest script for an upcoming episode.

A sudden knock was heard on his door.

"Come in."

Eric came in saying, "Kevin, you have a call on line one. It's Buffy."

He nodded, "Thanks, Eric." As he left, the demigod picked up the phone. "Hey, Buffy."

"Hi, Kevin. By any chance did Xander stop by your house last night?"

"No. Xander never stopped by last night. Is everything alright?"

"No. He went out to do a late patrol last night and never returned. I tried calling his cell, and he didn't have it on. None of our friends saw him either. I'm worried."

Herc noted the concerned tone in her voice, "I'm sure he's alright. Xander can take care of himself."

"I know he can, Kevin. But he left a note saying that he was going for a short patrol. Probably left around 3. I went downstairs in the morning, and he wasn't there. And this was at 8."

"Did Willow try a locator spell?" Kevin asked getting a little worried.

She replied, "Yeah, she did. But I don't think it worked. It kept moving all over the map. I'm worried, Kevin. I was hoping that he went by your place. Now, I don't know what to do. I don't want to call the police because I don't think they'll do anything truly successful. And I'm betting something supernatural is at work here."

"First of all, Buffy. Relax. Breath."

Buffy did as he requested.

"I'll see what I can do. I'll tell you what. I'll search for him down here. I'll call you again shortly. Don't worry. We'll find him."

As Kevin said those words, Buffy calmed down a little. There was something about him, something about how he used his words that always made her calm. Maybe it was because Xander and him were good friends, or maybe because he understands everything that happened to them this past summer so far.

"Alright, Kevin. I really appreciate what you're doing for me."

He smiled, "Anytime. I'll call you soon."

Then the phone hung up on her end. Hercules did the same.

He got to his feet and looked toward the ceiling.

"Aphrodite?"

A sudden bundle of golden sparks appeared. "Hey, baby bro."

He smiled, "Hi. I was wondering if you could do something for me. I need you to scry for Xander."

Her eyes shot up. "X-babe?"

Hercules nodded, "Yeah, he's missing. His friend tried doing a locator spell but it didn't do that well. Could you cast a stronger one? Buffy's worried sick. And to tell you the truth, I'm a little worried too. It's not like him to be missing for this long without making contact."

She nodded, "Sure thing, Baby bro. I love that friend of yours. He brought me into your little Scrappy Gang."

Hercules grinned, "You proven that you could take things seriously. And it would really help us out."

Aphrodite smiled, "So not a problem. I'll scry for him. Be right back with the information."

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TBC