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BLAH. BLAH. THE USUAL STUFF.
NOTE: THIS FIC IS BASED IN THE FIRST SERIES 1
MISTAKES DO HAPPEN
Xander was doing his usual distraction part. This was letting the head demon to beat him sense less. Right from the start of life Xander wasn't one for fighting, in every school in the world there that kid that's, you know that one. Bullied, beating and made to fell like hell. Well even he beat up Xander. Usually he would wake up after a few hits with Buffy, Willow, Giles or even Cordy standing over him. But not tonight because just as he blacked out, an over-zealous angel was flying overhead.
He woke up in a strange, place a set of large gates in font of him, but nothing else. Except the old man at the gate sitting behind a desk. Looking through a large, old, book. "Next!" called the old man. Xander suddenly realised he was at the front of the queue. He stepped forward. "Name?" the man never looked up.
"Xander Harris."
The man frowned, "Full name, please."
"Alexander Lavelle Harris."
He scanned down the page and the next one. "One moment please" He lifted out a laptop form a drawer. He typed something in and scratched his head. "How old are you?"
"17."
"Well, well we have a mistake." He lifted a telephone at his side. "Hello. Yes front desk here we seem to have a problem could you come up here now. Thanks."
There was a puff of smoke and the Grim Reaper stood at the side of the desk. His hood was down showing his skull in its full glory. His eyes where to tiny dot of pale blue light. YES, the word just appeared in his mind deaths jaw didn't move.
"This boy is here to early he not to be here for another 90 years" the man looked at death unflinchingly.
HMMM. THAT IS STRANGE. NEVER BEEN WRONG BEFORE. Death looked at Xander for the first time. DON'T REMEMBER TAKING HIM. He took a small notepad from inside his robe. WHAT'S HIS NAME.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris, number 1526687484779216" the man read it of the screen.
LETS SEE, NUMBER 1526687484779216. NO, NOT SEEN HIM TODAY. MAYBE IT WAS ONE OF YOU'RE LOT AGAIN, Death looked at the old man, WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME. AND IT VERY INCONVENIENT I DON'T HOW THE OTHER ONE COPES.
"I'll check" he lifted up a small PA microphone next to him. "Will the angel responable for delivering number 1526687484779216, please report to the front desk. I repeat, will the angel responable for delivering number 1526687484779216, please immediately report to the front desk. Thank you."
A man in a bright white suit appeared a moment later. "Yes?"
"Ah, Connor where did you pick him up?" The man turned to the angel.
"A Qonthor Demon layer. I made sure his heart had stopped. He was dead."
"Yes but he was to be revived. Oh dear well it may be alright. Death if you would please."
OK, WHERE'S HE TO GO.
"Sunnydale, California." He turned back to the queue, "Next!"
IF YOU WOULD FOLLOW ME. Xander followed death in a state of shock.
"Am, I. dead."
WELL TECHNICALLY. BUT YOU WILL BE BACK SOON.
"And your death?"
WELL YES BUT NOT OF THIS UNIVERSE. HE HAD A BREAKDOWN I JUST STANDING IN FOR A FEW MONTHS. Death led him to a small stable. In it stood a white horse, not a skeletal horse as you might expect, but one made of flesh, not just bone.
"I thought you rode a Skeleton for a horse." Xander still not quite grasping that he was dead.
HAD ONE THE HEAD FELL OFF EVERYWHERE. IT WAS IMPRACTICAL. Death saddled the horse. HIS NAME'S BLINKY HE'S QUITE FRIENDLY. Blinky began to nuzzle Xanders shirt.
"Hey! That's new!" The horse carried on regardless. "Hey stop it!" The horse stared him in the eye and gave him a look he thought that horses couldn't give. Those looks of 'I know and see if I care.' It went back to eating his shirt. "Damn!"
Death got on to the horse and helped Xander up. SO, SUNNYDALE LIVED THEIR LONG? Blinky took to the air and disappeared.
NOTE: THIS FIC IS BASED IN THE FIRST SERIES 1
MISTAKES DO HAPPEN
Xander was doing his usual distraction part. This was letting the head demon to beat him sense less. Right from the start of life Xander wasn't one for fighting, in every school in the world there that kid that's, you know that one. Bullied, beating and made to fell like hell. Well even he beat up Xander. Usually he would wake up after a few hits with Buffy, Willow, Giles or even Cordy standing over him. But not tonight because just as he blacked out, an over-zealous angel was flying overhead.
He woke up in a strange, place a set of large gates in font of him, but nothing else. Except the old man at the gate sitting behind a desk. Looking through a large, old, book. "Next!" called the old man. Xander suddenly realised he was at the front of the queue. He stepped forward. "Name?" the man never looked up.
"Xander Harris."
The man frowned, "Full name, please."
"Alexander Lavelle Harris."
He scanned down the page and the next one. "One moment please" He lifted out a laptop form a drawer. He typed something in and scratched his head. "How old are you?"
"17."
"Well, well we have a mistake." He lifted a telephone at his side. "Hello. Yes front desk here we seem to have a problem could you come up here now. Thanks."
There was a puff of smoke and the Grim Reaper stood at the side of the desk. His hood was down showing his skull in its full glory. His eyes where to tiny dot of pale blue light. YES, the word just appeared in his mind deaths jaw didn't move.
"This boy is here to early he not to be here for another 90 years" the man looked at death unflinchingly.
HMMM. THAT IS STRANGE. NEVER BEEN WRONG BEFORE. Death looked at Xander for the first time. DON'T REMEMBER TAKING HIM. He took a small notepad from inside his robe. WHAT'S HIS NAME.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris, number 1526687484779216" the man read it of the screen.
LETS SEE, NUMBER 1526687484779216. NO, NOT SEEN HIM TODAY. MAYBE IT WAS ONE OF YOU'RE LOT AGAIN, Death looked at the old man, WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME. AND IT VERY INCONVENIENT I DON'T HOW THE OTHER ONE COPES.
"I'll check" he lifted up a small PA microphone next to him. "Will the angel responable for delivering number 1526687484779216, please report to the front desk. I repeat, will the angel responable for delivering number 1526687484779216, please immediately report to the front desk. Thank you."
A man in a bright white suit appeared a moment later. "Yes?"
"Ah, Connor where did you pick him up?" The man turned to the angel.
"A Qonthor Demon layer. I made sure his heart had stopped. He was dead."
"Yes but he was to be revived. Oh dear well it may be alright. Death if you would please."
OK, WHERE'S HE TO GO.
"Sunnydale, California." He turned back to the queue, "Next!"
IF YOU WOULD FOLLOW ME. Xander followed death in a state of shock.
"Am, I. dead."
WELL TECHNICALLY. BUT YOU WILL BE BACK SOON.
"And your death?"
WELL YES BUT NOT OF THIS UNIVERSE. HE HAD A BREAKDOWN I JUST STANDING IN FOR A FEW MONTHS. Death led him to a small stable. In it stood a white horse, not a skeletal horse as you might expect, but one made of flesh, not just bone.
"I thought you rode a Skeleton for a horse." Xander still not quite grasping that he was dead.
HAD ONE THE HEAD FELL OFF EVERYWHERE. IT WAS IMPRACTICAL. Death saddled the horse. HIS NAME'S BLINKY HE'S QUITE FRIENDLY. Blinky began to nuzzle Xanders shirt.
"Hey! That's new!" The horse carried on regardless. "Hey stop it!" The horse stared him in the eye and gave him a look he thought that horses couldn't give. Those looks of 'I know and see if I care.' It went back to eating his shirt. "Damn!"
Death got on to the horse and helped Xander up. SO, SUNNYDALE LIVED THEIR LONG? Blinky took to the air and disappeared.