Father of Mine
Epilogue
Xander sat watching the play ground as little children played and parents kept a careful eye out for normal predators that hunted only in the day.
He was glad to be out of the hospital after a week in recovery. He was not looking forward to the physical therapy he was going to go though once the cast was off. The fall he had taken that had saved his life had also severely fractured his leg. The doctor had promised that with help he would be back to normal within a few months. The gun shot had been as bad as he thought which wasn't much and would heal by the time the cast came off in a few weeks. Until then he was to take it easy.
Spike had insisted Xander be moved into his apartment by the time the cast came off and was planning on having a few of his demon friends pack up all of Xander's things and move it all as soon as he could get out of the lease. That wasn't going to be very hard; Spike could be very persuasive when he wanted.
"Hey," Sam said walking up in jeans and a zip up sweater that made him thinner then normal.
"Hey," Xander said with a smile. "I thought you left."
Sam nodded flipping a lock of hair out of his face, "I did, had to tell my boss all went well and to make sure the Mro'nic'ta doesn't go after you again. Also found out some interesting news."
"What's that?" Xander asked wheeling the wheelchair closer to a bench so Sam could sit down.
"David was not only a werewolf he was a powerful mage too." Sam said perching on the bench facing Xander. "He made you believe you had dated him when in reality you hadn't, it was his way of getting close to his victims."
Xander nodded. "Yeah I kinda figured that out when I looked back on that. There was just too much that didn't fit and then I started remembering what really happened at those times. Somehow I would rather have the fake memories."
Sam smiled. "Don't worry too much Xander; all records of the Harris' having children have been erased and your real parents have been given a history. Any official government papers will state that Spike, or William Brandshaw- Stone is your real father. It's the least we could do."
"For what?" Xander asked
"Saving my life for one," Sam said, "Getting me inside for another." He tilted his head. "How did you know I was out there anyway?"
Xander smiled mysteriously, "You need to practice at that chameleon thing some more. I saw you through the peephole."
Sam gave him a look that told him the blond didn't believe a word he said but was going to accept his secrets. "I'll be sure to tell my boss I need more practice."
Xander nodded, "How did you find me?"
Sam smiled and dropped a piece of colored cloth in Xander's lap. Then he tapped his nose.
Xander picked up the piece of cloth and started at it. "Hey wasn't this once my shirt?" Sam nodded, "Is that how David found me too?" Sam shrugged. "You're full of answers aren't you?"
Sam laughed; "Sure," he fell silent as if remembering something. "They wanted me to tell you, you wont be having any more problems from the Mro'nic'ta, I'll be sticking around for a while, but I doubt you'll be seeing me."
"Uh-huh," Xander said with a small smile. "What are the Mro'nic'ta?"
Sam eyed him, "That my friend is not something you need to know. Ever."
"They nearly kill me and I don't need to know," Xander said, "I guess I've had worse reason."
Sam shook his head. "See you 'round man," he stood dropped a package in Xander's lap and walked away.
Xander stared at the book shape package for a second then carefully opened it. Eyes wide Xander looked around for Sam. Sam walked past a car and vanished before he came out the other side, it would be pointless for Xander to call him now. Xander just looked at the book in his lap silently in shock.
***
"You think that was wise?" a figure asked from the shadows as Sam watched Xander open the book the demon had given him.
"Of course," Sam commented leaning against the tree. "He'll have it no matter what happens and we'll be able to find him."
Whistler walked out of the shadows in his usual tacky suit, "He could be a danger, he saw you when you were shadow."
Sam looked back at the demon with a dirty look, "No shit he saw me. The boy's important to our future; the Powers have plans for that one. Just like they have plans for Angel and Spike and the Slayer and every other person they come across. We just have to make sure the Darker Powers don't take out all our advantages."
"Calm down man" Whistler said, "When the kids needed he'll be ready."
"Yeah, I know." Sam said looking back at Xander, "There is something big coming that will affect our plans. Something we can't stop. The Oracles saw it, I saw it."
Whistler nodded and faded in the shadows. Sam stayed where he was until well passed dark.
***
As the sun set on Sunnydale, California one lone figure in a wheelchair watched the sun set, the diary of Katie Linn Stone resting protectively in his lap.
Author's note: The character's Sam and David Grandshawn are owned by Eva McGregor
Stay tuned for scenes from the next episode of Ordinary People:
Deeds and Service
Xander sat watching the play ground as little children played and parents kept a careful eye out for normal predators that hunted only in the day.
He was glad to be out of the hospital after a week in recovery. He was not looking forward to the physical therapy he was going to go though once the cast was off. The fall he had taken that had saved his life had also severely fractured his leg. The doctor had promised that with help he would be back to normal within a few months. The gun shot had been as bad as he thought which wasn't much and would heal by the time the cast came off in a few weeks. Until then he was to take it easy.
Spike had insisted Xander be moved into his apartment by the time the cast came off and was planning on having a few of his demon friends pack up all of Xander's things and move it all as soon as he could get out of the lease. That wasn't going to be very hard; Spike could be very persuasive when he wanted.
"Hey," Sam said walking up in jeans and a zip up sweater that made him thinner then normal.
"Hey," Xander said with a smile. "I thought you left."
Sam nodded flipping a lock of hair out of his face, "I did, had to tell my boss all went well and to make sure the Mro'nic'ta doesn't go after you again. Also found out some interesting news."
"What's that?" Xander asked wheeling the wheelchair closer to a bench so Sam could sit down.
"David was not only a werewolf he was a powerful mage too." Sam said perching on the bench facing Xander. "He made you believe you had dated him when in reality you hadn't, it was his way of getting close to his victims."
Xander nodded. "Yeah I kinda figured that out when I looked back on that. There was just too much that didn't fit and then I started remembering what really happened at those times. Somehow I would rather have the fake memories."
Sam smiled. "Don't worry too much Xander; all records of the Harris' having children have been erased and your real parents have been given a history. Any official government papers will state that Spike, or William Brandshaw- Stone is your real father. It's the least we could do."
"For what?" Xander asked
"Saving my life for one," Sam said, "Getting me inside for another." He tilted his head. "How did you know I was out there anyway?"
Xander smiled mysteriously, "You need to practice at that chameleon thing some more. I saw you through the peephole."
Sam gave him a look that told him the blond didn't believe a word he said but was going to accept his secrets. "I'll be sure to tell my boss I need more practice."
Xander nodded, "How did you find me?"
Sam smiled and dropped a piece of colored cloth in Xander's lap. Then he tapped his nose.
Xander picked up the piece of cloth and started at it. "Hey wasn't this once my shirt?" Sam nodded, "Is that how David found me too?" Sam shrugged. "You're full of answers aren't you?"
Sam laughed; "Sure," he fell silent as if remembering something. "They wanted me to tell you, you wont be having any more problems from the Mro'nic'ta, I'll be sticking around for a while, but I doubt you'll be seeing me."
"Uh-huh," Xander said with a small smile. "What are the Mro'nic'ta?"
Sam eyed him, "That my friend is not something you need to know. Ever."
"They nearly kill me and I don't need to know," Xander said, "I guess I've had worse reason."
Sam shook his head. "See you 'round man," he stood dropped a package in Xander's lap and walked away.
Xander stared at the book shape package for a second then carefully opened it. Eyes wide Xander looked around for Sam. Sam walked past a car and vanished before he came out the other side, it would be pointless for Xander to call him now. Xander just looked at the book in his lap silently in shock.
***
"You think that was wise?" a figure asked from the shadows as Sam watched Xander open the book the demon had given him.
"Of course," Sam commented leaning against the tree. "He'll have it no matter what happens and we'll be able to find him."
Whistler walked out of the shadows in his usual tacky suit, "He could be a danger, he saw you when you were shadow."
Sam looked back at the demon with a dirty look, "No shit he saw me. The boy's important to our future; the Powers have plans for that one. Just like they have plans for Angel and Spike and the Slayer and every other person they come across. We just have to make sure the Darker Powers don't take out all our advantages."
"Calm down man" Whistler said, "When the kids needed he'll be ready."
"Yeah, I know." Sam said looking back at Xander, "There is something big coming that will affect our plans. Something we can't stop. The Oracles saw it, I saw it."
Whistler nodded and faded in the shadows. Sam stayed where he was until well passed dark.
***
As the sun set on Sunnydale, California one lone figure in a wheelchair watched the sun set, the diary of Katie Linn Stone resting protectively in his lap.
Author's note: The character's Sam and David Grandshawn are owned by Eva McGregor
Stay tuned for scenes from the next episode of Ordinary People:
Deeds and Service