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Chapter 2: "I've Got To Get More Guy Friends
Xander looked down at his clipboard studying the figures for the building he and the rest of his crew were working on and let out a yawn. I've got to start getting in to bed earlier. These late night patrols are starting to wear me down, Xander thought to himself as he yawned again. He was on the third floor of a three story building that when completed would be Sunnydale's newest office complex. He was supposed to be doing a check on what materials they would need to order for the next phase of the construction of this floor of the structure. At the moment though he was just fighting to stay awake.
Hmm.if you don't wake up Harris they'll be scraping you off the ground with a squeegee. Wouldn't want to give Anya that satisfaction, Xander thought blinking his eyes and yawning again.
"Long night boss," said one of the workers.
Xander looked over at the guy who had said something. It was the new guy. What was his name, Xander thought? Eric, Ethan, Evan. Evan that was it. "Uh yeah, Evan had a little trouble sleeping again last night."
Evan gave him a grin, "You sure look like it. If you ain't awake up here you might get hurt. Why don't you go down and get some coffee?"
"Don't worry about me I'm fine. Just worry about that welding you're supposed to be doing," Xander said a little irked by Evan's words. Who was this guy? Who was he to tell him to be careful? He was the foreman damnit and he hadn't got there by being clumsy.
Xander turned to go and didn't see the hammer lying on the walk board of the scaffold he was standing on. His foot slipped out from under him and he fell over the edge of the scaffold. The next thing Xander knew he was falling through air and thinking about the hard ground below when he felt himself suddenly jerk to a stop. He looked up and saw a strong, gloved hand holding him by the ankle. Looking from the hand and following the muscular arm that the hand was attached too led to the grim face of Evan.
"Told ya' to be careful boss," Evan said grabbing a hold of Xander's other ankle and pulling him up. Xander sat on the scaffold trying to regain his composure.
"Uh, thanks Evan. I'm going to go get some coffee now. If you need me I'll be passed out in my truck."
"Let me walk with ya' down Boss. We don't want you becoming a bloody stain on the ground now do we," said Evan with a wry grin on his face.
Xander gave him a look and nodded, "You know saving my life and sucking up is not going to get you a raise don't you?"
Giving a mock look of horror but then a loud bassey laugh, the other man just shook his head, "Just doing my job. I wouldn't expect anything less from you if I was in the same situation."
"Right," Xander said walking to the small lift that was used to bring up equipment and materials. By the time they had walked to the coffee pot in the small field office that Xander used, he had decided he liked Evan. He had an easy going attitude and a good sense of humor, he kind of reminded him of Jesse in a way just only several inches taller and wider.
"You're new to town aren't you," Xander said over his coffee cup.
Evan took off his hard hat revealing scruffy dark brown hair and scratched the back of his head, "Yep been around for about a month or so now. Haven't really had a chance to look around though, tryin' to find work, a place to live and all."
Xander thought it over for a moment and figured why not take a chance. "Why don't you go out with me and a few of my friends tonight? We're all going to The Bronze and it would be a good way for you to see a little bit of Sunnydale."
The other man took a sip of his coffee thinking it over for a second and then nodded. "Sure I'll go. Hell, guess I've been needin' to see more than the four walls of my place for a while. Any more and I'd probably just go squirrly. "
Xander sat in his chair and took a sip of his coffee, "Yeah. Just meet me after work and we'll make with the details.
Evan finished his coffee and put his hard hat back on as he walked to the office's door, "Sure thing Boss."
"Evan you can call me Xander."
"Sure thing uh.Xander," he said walking out the door and shutting it behind him.
Xander took another sip of his coffee and the mused out loud, "What's up with the way that guy talks?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Evan debated as he drove his jeep all the way back to his apartment on the north side of town. He'd met Xander like he said he would and got directions to The Bronze, which turned out to be the only club in the town. He'd already passed by it a few times looking around town but didn't really pay that much attention to it. Xander had told him to meet him and his friends around ten and Evan had agreed with a smile.
What Xander hadn't seen was the smile suddenly leaving Evan's face when he had turned to leave. He was wondering to himself if it was even worth the effort to try and get to know anyone in the town. Especially when he didn't know how long he'd be there. Also getting involved with other people tended to make life more difficult than it already was. This however was where he was led and was also supposed to be the home of the Slayer. At least that's what every demon he'd run in to had said, both good and bad and she seemed like his best bet for help.
The radio was playing a classic country tune by Hank Williams Sr. that Evan remembered with fondness and a bit of regret. He remembered that his father had enjoyed the sounds of the older country songs. He always said that the older singers seemed to put more emotion and feeling in to what they were singing.
All too quickly the song ended and Evan's revere was broken by the sound of an announcer breaking in with the news. The anchor told about the bodies of two people that were found mutilated the night before and of disappearance of three teenagers the weekend before. The announcer switched topics without missing a beat, talking about sports and weather.
What struck Evan was how dispassionately the voice on the radio was, acting as if the death of someone was no different than baseball score. It was like that with the entire town of Sunnydale. He seemed to feel like he was always on his guard. So far he had taken down twenty-two vampires and four different demons of various kinds. It was getting so he couldn't even take a walk at night without being attacked. It hadn't even this bad in New Orleans.
Reaching into the console between the seats he pulled out a CD case and fed the disc in to his stereo. The sounds of BT filled the speakers and helped him to take his mind off the strange town and its less then savory other residents.
After a few moments he came to a conclusion and sped home to get ready. He hadn't had a chance to cut loose in a while and this was the perfect time. "What the hell," he said to himself, "What could happen?"
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There we go the end of chapter 3, you likey? Yeah I know nothing big, scary or horrendous has happened yet but come on we need some plot here people. Another thing, big props to JoeB1451 for checkin out my fic. You rock!
Feedback would be nice on this. Just remember, I'd do it for you.
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Chapter 2: "I've Got To Get More Guy Friends
Xander looked down at his clipboard studying the figures for the building he and the rest of his crew were working on and let out a yawn. I've got to start getting in to bed earlier. These late night patrols are starting to wear me down, Xander thought to himself as he yawned again. He was on the third floor of a three story building that when completed would be Sunnydale's newest office complex. He was supposed to be doing a check on what materials they would need to order for the next phase of the construction of this floor of the structure. At the moment though he was just fighting to stay awake.
Hmm.if you don't wake up Harris they'll be scraping you off the ground with a squeegee. Wouldn't want to give Anya that satisfaction, Xander thought blinking his eyes and yawning again.
"Long night boss," said one of the workers.
Xander looked over at the guy who had said something. It was the new guy. What was his name, Xander thought? Eric, Ethan, Evan. Evan that was it. "Uh yeah, Evan had a little trouble sleeping again last night."
Evan gave him a grin, "You sure look like it. If you ain't awake up here you might get hurt. Why don't you go down and get some coffee?"
"Don't worry about me I'm fine. Just worry about that welding you're supposed to be doing," Xander said a little irked by Evan's words. Who was this guy? Who was he to tell him to be careful? He was the foreman damnit and he hadn't got there by being clumsy.
Xander turned to go and didn't see the hammer lying on the walk board of the scaffold he was standing on. His foot slipped out from under him and he fell over the edge of the scaffold. The next thing Xander knew he was falling through air and thinking about the hard ground below when he felt himself suddenly jerk to a stop. He looked up and saw a strong, gloved hand holding him by the ankle. Looking from the hand and following the muscular arm that the hand was attached too led to the grim face of Evan.
"Told ya' to be careful boss," Evan said grabbing a hold of Xander's other ankle and pulling him up. Xander sat on the scaffold trying to regain his composure.
"Uh, thanks Evan. I'm going to go get some coffee now. If you need me I'll be passed out in my truck."
"Let me walk with ya' down Boss. We don't want you becoming a bloody stain on the ground now do we," said Evan with a wry grin on his face.
Xander gave him a look and nodded, "You know saving my life and sucking up is not going to get you a raise don't you?"
Giving a mock look of horror but then a loud bassey laugh, the other man just shook his head, "Just doing my job. I wouldn't expect anything less from you if I was in the same situation."
"Right," Xander said walking to the small lift that was used to bring up equipment and materials. By the time they had walked to the coffee pot in the small field office that Xander used, he had decided he liked Evan. He had an easy going attitude and a good sense of humor, he kind of reminded him of Jesse in a way just only several inches taller and wider.
"You're new to town aren't you," Xander said over his coffee cup.
Evan took off his hard hat revealing scruffy dark brown hair and scratched the back of his head, "Yep been around for about a month or so now. Haven't really had a chance to look around though, tryin' to find work, a place to live and all."
Xander thought it over for a moment and figured why not take a chance. "Why don't you go out with me and a few of my friends tonight? We're all going to The Bronze and it would be a good way for you to see a little bit of Sunnydale."
The other man took a sip of his coffee thinking it over for a second and then nodded. "Sure I'll go. Hell, guess I've been needin' to see more than the four walls of my place for a while. Any more and I'd probably just go squirrly. "
Xander sat in his chair and took a sip of his coffee, "Yeah. Just meet me after work and we'll make with the details.
Evan finished his coffee and put his hard hat back on as he walked to the office's door, "Sure thing Boss."
"Evan you can call me Xander."
"Sure thing uh.Xander," he said walking out the door and shutting it behind him.
Xander took another sip of his coffee and the mused out loud, "What's up with the way that guy talks?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Evan debated as he drove his jeep all the way back to his apartment on the north side of town. He'd met Xander like he said he would and got directions to The Bronze, which turned out to be the only club in the town. He'd already passed by it a few times looking around town but didn't really pay that much attention to it. Xander had told him to meet him and his friends around ten and Evan had agreed with a smile.
What Xander hadn't seen was the smile suddenly leaving Evan's face when he had turned to leave. He was wondering to himself if it was even worth the effort to try and get to know anyone in the town. Especially when he didn't know how long he'd be there. Also getting involved with other people tended to make life more difficult than it already was. This however was where he was led and was also supposed to be the home of the Slayer. At least that's what every demon he'd run in to had said, both good and bad and she seemed like his best bet for help.
The radio was playing a classic country tune by Hank Williams Sr. that Evan remembered with fondness and a bit of regret. He remembered that his father had enjoyed the sounds of the older country songs. He always said that the older singers seemed to put more emotion and feeling in to what they were singing.
All too quickly the song ended and Evan's revere was broken by the sound of an announcer breaking in with the news. The anchor told about the bodies of two people that were found mutilated the night before and of disappearance of three teenagers the weekend before. The announcer switched topics without missing a beat, talking about sports and weather.
What struck Evan was how dispassionately the voice on the radio was, acting as if the death of someone was no different than baseball score. It was like that with the entire town of Sunnydale. He seemed to feel like he was always on his guard. So far he had taken down twenty-two vampires and four different demons of various kinds. It was getting so he couldn't even take a walk at night without being attacked. It hadn't even this bad in New Orleans.
Reaching into the console between the seats he pulled out a CD case and fed the disc in to his stereo. The sounds of BT filled the speakers and helped him to take his mind off the strange town and its less then savory other residents.
After a few moments he came to a conclusion and sped home to get ready. He hadn't had a chance to cut loose in a while and this was the perfect time. "What the hell," he said to himself, "What could happen?"
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There we go the end of chapter 3, you likey? Yeah I know nothing big, scary or horrendous has happened yet but come on we need some plot here people. Another thing, big props to JoeB1451 for checkin out my fic. You rock!