I do not own BVTS or Las Vegas. This is simply a fun story crossing the two. Hope you enjoy.

It took a lot for Xander to drag himself to work the following day. As it turned out Habbel had a problem with a dangerous demon that had kidnapped a few of the clan's younger members with plans for a sacrifice. The clan knew where the children were but they could not get close due to a specific warding system. Humans however could enter unharmed. That's where Xander came in. Of course he couldn't say no once he found out the ones in danger were just kids, but he really wished he had had back up.

Thankfully aside from a few rather slow vampire grunts the only tough opponent was the demon itself. Turns out it was an Ethros demon hired to cause the destruction of the clan. While not necessarily stronger than a human it was rather large and gave Xander a very tough time. His cracked ribs and multiple bruises attested to that. It had taken several hits with an axe to finally end the demon's life. Once that was done the barrier fell and the Clan led by Habbel rushed in, several being the parents of the taken children.

By the time he had finished the clean up and receiving of thanks from the various members as well as declining several marriage offers, the morning had started in full swing. With only just enough time to go to his hotel, shower and change he practically had to run to make his appointment at the body shop. And that had been a fun two hours of listening to all the excuses for why the parts weren't in and how much longer it would take for the repairs, not to mention the cost. When done he had a headache and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

A quick call from Marcus nipped that thought in the bud real quick. Apparently Lou was still sick and they needed someone to help out in the back. So while he wouldn't be on the floor for the extra hours he would still be working. Now he just needed to keep anyone else from realizing he was hurt. Of course he had plenty of practice after years with his parents and then later with patrolling so he didn't see it as a problem.

Suppressing a groan he opened the door to the employee entrance and made his way to the locker room. He made sure to give everyone a wide berth so as not to accidentally bump up against his wounds. Inside the locker room he found it unsurprisingly empty. Most of the guys were already on the floor in the middle of their shift. Anyone not there would be in the break room.

Slowly he opened his locker and pulled out his button up shirt and pants. He would leave the vest until his official shift. He paused as he looked at the shirt wondering if he could manage to change without anyone coming in and seeing his newest bruises. Looking around carefully he figured he had a good shot so slipped off his t-shirt.

"Damn man." The sudden voice startled Xander badly and he jumped pulling on his wounds. Turning with a hiss he saw Mike leaning against the far side of the lockers eying him with sympathy. "That had to hurt. What you think Danny?"

"I think our boy got the shit beat out of him." Said Chief of Security commented dryly from where he stood at the other end of the lockers. Either way all escape routes were cut off. "Of course when someone's picked up by a car with two giant thugs, they usually aren't still breathing the next day…"

"Look it wasn't like that." Xander sighed as he moved so that both men were in his eyesight, a fact Danny noticed right a way. "He needed a favor and he heard of me through various sources."

"That must have been some favor." Mike whistled low.

Too tired to think of a better lie Xander stuck with the truth. "A guy took a bunch of kids and was planning to kill them. Their families couldn't contact the cops for reasons I'm not going to get into. They couldn't handle this guy or his crew…"

"But you could?" Danny raised a disbelieving brow.

"It's taken care of and the kids are safe." Xander shot the man a look. "If you got a problem with that fine. I'll walk. But that's all I'm saying on the matter."

Mike looked surprised that the kid would stand up to them like that considering his normally harmless persona. Danny however had his and Ed's suspicions confirmed. Harris moved and acted like a soldier when no one was looking. This kid knew more about the world and things most people didn't acknowledge than he let on. He also knew if Harris walked, they would never see him again.

"Come on, you need to get patched up." Danny flashed the kid a wry smile when he blinked in confusion. "From the looks of some of those bruises I'm betting you got some cracked ribs. They need to be wrapped right or you're gonna be in a lot of pain later."

In a matter of minutes Xander found himself in Ed Deline's office with a first aid kit on the coffee table and Danny helping him patch up. Mike had taken over watching the security feeds while the Chief was busy. Ed Deline sat in his chair going over files. He hadn't said anything yet but he had given Xander a significant look.

Thankfully Danny obviously knew what he was doing and Xander was fully patched up in a matter of minutes. Though not healed his ribs felt a hell of a lot better. In fact he could probably do his shifts with little to no problems. That is if he got out of the office.

"Thanks."

"No problem." Danny patted his good shoulder turning to put the rest of the medical supplies away. Once done he perched himself on the edge of the couch waiting. For what, Xander didn't know but he really wanted someone to talk. The tension was a bit much for him.

"So you want to tell me why you came in looking more colorful than a Picasso?" Ed's voice held a note to it that set off several warning systems in Xander's mind. Still, he knew better than to keep silent. These people didn't suffer from the Sunnydale syndrome of looking the other way.

"Like I told Mr. McCoy and Mr. Cannon, the man who picked me up was asking for a favor. A man that they couldn't handle took several kids from their clan. They also could not call the police for reasons that I'm not at liberty to say. I was able to get the kids out and make sure the bad guy won't bother them again." He sighed tiredly feeling like a broken record. Briefly he wondered what cockamamie story Buffy would have tried to use.

"And do you owe these people money? Are you in some kind of trouble with them? Because looking at you now that was one hell of a favor to ask." Ed eyed the boy in front of him.

"No. I don't owe anyone anything. Unless you count the garage that's holding my vehicle hostage, but that's because the parts aren't in yet." He shook his head to break away from his little side tracking. "I never even met the guy before. Apparently he's heard of me, how I have no idea, and he knew I would be able to help."

"So out of the kindness of your heart, you went against an obviously dangerous foe?" The sarcasm dripped heavily from his words and Ed felt bad for it but he had to see if his judgment about the kid so far was right.

Xander frowned deeply. "It was the right thing to do. I wasn't about to let a bunch of kids get killed."

"The right thing to do would have been to go to the police." Danny chimed in helpfully.

"I told you they couldn't contact the police."

"Why not? The police are trained to handle hostage situations." Ed argued rationally.

"Not like this." Xander squirmed under their intense gazes. He never felt so exposed in his life, not even under one of Willow's resolve faces. "Just trust me; the police wouldn't have been able to handle this, not without a lot of people dying."

"Why?" Danny pressed.

"Because… because…" Xander looked away from them trying to gather his thoughts. He knew if he told them the truth they would throw him in the loony bin. If he lied he'd lose all trust and likely be fired. Neither option was preferable. But he had to come up with something and the second option would make sure everyone back home stayed safe. Just as he opened his mouth to push onwards Ed spoke.

"Because they were demons?"

Xander choked slightly. " Wh-what?" He would deny that his voice rose an octave higher. "There's no such thing as demons…"

Ed chuckled slightly as the boy got worked up. "Calm down Alex. I know about demons and other monsters. So does Danny and most of my security staff. I used to be CIA and anyone working night shifts have come across a vampire or two, especially here in Vegas. What I want to know is how an 18 year old kid knows about demons and has enough of a reputation for the Head of the Karnack Clan to request your help personally."

Xander just sat there unsure of what to do or say, though he certainly mimicked a goldfish quite impressively. When neither man said anything, just sat there staring at him in amusement he finally seemed to break out of his daze. "Uh…it was beginning of sophomore year. My best friend was turned. I… I had to stake him." Xander looked away swallowing hard as the guilt of killing Jesse reared its head once more. He could still remember his eyes, the feel of the stake sliding into his chest, and the dust that settled heavily around him. "I couldn't ignore it after that. Even if most of the people back home prefer to ignore the truth and live in denial… I couldn't."

Ed studied the boy further while Danny made a noise of sympathy. Neither man doubted the truth of that statement, however they knew there was more to it.

"So you've been fighting vampires and demons on your own since you were what? Sixteen?"

"Fifteen." He absently corrected. "And I wasn't exactly alone. There are others who know. But I won't go into that. It's not my place to say." The look he gave them more than closed that subject.

Again neither man doubted that and in fact both of them felt respect grow for the kid for his steadfast loyalty to his friends.

"Apparently you're good enough to catch the attention of several powerful demons." Ed continued blithely. "Habbel doesn't go to just anyone for help, especially not a human. Then again with the moniker of White Knight I can see why he'd want you."

Groaning in embarrassment Xander slid down into his seat. "That's not really a name I like."

"Why not?" Danny looked at him in surprise. "It's kind of heroic sounding."

"Yeah except it was given to me by a psychotic vampire with a penchant for too much hair gel, who got pissed because I wouldn't let him eat Buffy." Xander groused before his eyes went wide. "You didn't hear me say that."

"Buffy?" Danny snorted in disbelief.

"Hey. Don't go mocking her name." Glaring at the man who threw his hands up in surrender he let it linger for a moment before settling down. Ed hid a grin behind his hands, studying Mr. Harris further. When it came to himself the boy often let others walk over him or put him down, but his true character appeared in his defense of his friends. "This isn't going to be an issue with me working here is it? 'Cause if it is I can go elsewhere. I don't want to be a problem to anyone."

Blinking back into the present Ed shook his head. "No it's not, but I take it given your reputation that you hunt on a regular basis?"

The boy gave a half-hearted shrug. "Only occasionally. You guys don't have demon problems like we have back home. Though I might get called on again since the word is apparently out that I'm in town."

"Well as your employer and given your age I'm gonna ask that you check in after your patrols. Also if you think there's something you can't handle or you get in over your head I want you to call me." Ed stated seriously as he passed a phone over to Danny who in turn gave it to Xander.

Taking the object almost mechanically the teen studied both men. "Are you sure? Not to sound rude or anything because having backup would be great. Especially since I'm not the best fighter, mostly I'm just too stubborn to give up. But this is really dangerous stuff and people could get killed…"

"No worries kid." Danny chuckled thinking how weird it was that this young teen would try to protect the two experienced adults. "I've been trained by the marines and Ed was CIA. We can handle a lot of things. Not to mention I'm a local so I know more about this town than you do and that could prove vital."

"I see your point. It's always better going into a fight well informed." The way he said that indicated he had lots of experience with such things. A rather disturbing thought to both men.

Not much longer after that they sent Xander on his way. Ed had tried to get him to take the rest of the night off but the kid had refused stating that he had given his word to Marc he would work and he didn't back out on his word. Silence sat heavily in Ed's office for a good while after the kid's departure.

"He'd make a good Marine." Danny mused suddenly, breaking the tense air. "It'd certainly help his self-confidence."

"True. From what information Marc was able to pull up and what extras I got from a few friends the kid has not had a good home life, but he's quite resourceful."

"Oh yeah?"

Throwing a small thin file with the word confidential stamped across it down on the desk Ed rolled his shoulders. "Yeah. Stole a rocket launcher from his hometown's army base. Apparently he needed it to defeat a demon who, and I quote, 'no weapon forged by man could kill'. According to my contacts he's been essential to saving the world many times only he doesn't get half the credit he deserves."

"So we're keeping him right?"

"We may have to see about that."