Wow more reviews! Most good, but some constructive criticism here and there as well, which is always welcomed. At some point in the future I'm going to go back over Part 1 and rewrite it, making it longer and more detailed. Part 2 was more on the lines of what I was looking to do in the first place, but again I'm going to revise it a tad. I'm still planning the ongoing plot, but there is a specific direction I'm going to take this thing in, as well as a spin-off for a possible second crossover. More on that when I've finished this though. I'd better clarify a few things. Xander is still sorting through the memories in his head, but the Obi-Wan in his head is a bit older that the character was in Attack of the Clones but far younger than the Ben Kenobi from A New Hope. So although still a Jedi Knight, he's close to being a Jedi Master but there are still hints of the younger Obi-Wan still there. The other thing is why I'm writing this thing at all. Like I said this thing just popped into my mind a few months back and I've been pondering over it ever since. I, personally, think that there is a good natural fit between Xander and the prospect of a Jedi Knight in Sunnydale. Xander is levelheaded, sensible (under the banter) and acts as a valuable source of strength for Buffy. I've always thought that being a Jedi wasn't just about the lightsabre and the party tricks, but also about being a source of stability and a fair way of dispensing justice. If you look at the Xander that had emerged by Season 7, that's pretty close to what he was there. And the poor sod gets to keep his eye. By the way, before anyone asks about my British spelling, it's because I'm British. So there. Oh and there's a very good reason why he approaches Giles and not Willow, his bestest bud. Read on and see what...

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Giles was quite glad of the opportunity to talk to Xander; the previous night young Willow had practically begged him to talk to him and her deployment of what appeared to be improbably large and soulful eyes finally wore down his defences.

When he had asked what, exactly, was wrong with her old friend all he had received was a string of spluttering noises and the indignant assertion that 'wasn't it obvious? He's not being like Xander!' along with a pair of eyes that became even more soulful, if such a thing was possible.

Sitting at the table and looking at the teenager's face, he had to concede that she had a point. The most irreverent and, apparently, humourous of Buffy's friends was being far more serious than normal. Giles thought back to the book that Xander had been writing in a few minutes earlier. Now he came to think of it, he did recall Willow saying that she'd seen him writing into something when he'd thought that no one was watching.

At the moment though Xander was busy staring down at the table, obviously deep in thought and Giles was about to gently prompt him into saying something when he suddenly sat back in his chair and looked across at the Watcher.

"Giles, we didn't meet during Halloween," he said softly, "But I think that Willow told you what happened to me."

Giles nodded and pushed his glasses onto a more secure position on the bridge of his nose. "Indeed, yes, she... she said that you were possessed by the character of Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said, "Which must have been quite... interesting. I am not a total idiot when it comes to popular culture, Xander so I do know who the character was in the films."

The teenager grinned briefly at him and then a more sombre expression settled back over his face.

"Yes but what Willow didn't tell you – because she doesn't know – is that you may have broken the spell that night, but something was left behind. Knowledge."

Intrigued Giles leant forwards. "Knowledge of what, Xander?" he asked, his forehead wrinkling.

Xander let out a sigh and then looked around the room. "I think an explanation would take too much time, so a demonstration will have to do." He pointed at the counter. "Is that your pen over there?"

Twisting in his seat, Giles glanced over to where the old pen that his father had bought him for his 21st birthday was resting on top of a battered copy of the Mabinogion. "Uh, yes," he said puzzled, before turning back.

Across the table the teenager had half-closed his eyes and was staring very hard at the counter, his fists half clenched. A few seconds later an alarmed Giles noticed that Xander's face had beaded slightly with sweat.

"Are you feeling... alright Xander?" he asked tentatively and then suddenly he saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and snapped his head around towards it. To his total astonishment his pen was slowly moving through the air towards him. It wasn't moving fast at all, and to call it swooping would have been a gross overstatement. Instead it was wobbling like an inebriated duck, but it was approaching him.

As it came closer he heard Xander say, in a rather strained voice, to take it, and he reached out and plucked it out of the air. His pen felt... well, perfectly normal and out of sheer reflex he placed it in his inside pocket and turned hurriedly back to Xander, who was looking tired but pleased.

"How on earth... that was no form of magic I've ever seen," the Watcher breathed.

Xander shrugged. "Giles, that was the force and I have no idea how you'd classify it. I could have moved it a lot faster, but my control isn't 100% yet and I didn't want Buffy asking awkward questions if I'd got it wrong and imbedded it in your head by mistake."

He slumped in his seat slightly. "Like I said, some knowledge got left behind. I say some, but I actually mean a lot. Giles, I can feel the force, use the force. And it's not something I can ignore."

"Good lord," breathed a stunned Giles, taking off his glasses and polishing them absent-mindedly. "And... and... you can move things with your... mind, using the force?"

"You got it."

"How exactly? I mean how can you use..." He struggled for the right words and failed, "some mystical concept from a series of films in this world? It shouldn't be possible!"

In response Xander gave another shrug. "You got me. You're the expert on the Hellmouth."

This earned him a glare. "This is hardly a normal occurrence, even for the Hellmouth! Although I suppose that it's possible that... that is you were so deeply into the character that Ethan's spell would have... did it leave anything else?"

Pausing, Xander took a deep breath. "Memories, for one thing. I remember doing things, going to places, other planets, other people. I know that George Lucas only scratched the surface of the number of aliens he could put in the film."

By now Giles was almost gaping at him. "Memories?" he breathed. "I really should have... interrogated... Ethan more thoroughly about the spell that he used. Memories, I mean detailed memories – shouldn't be possible." Then he looked back up at Xander. "Anything else?"

"Yes," came the response, but it was followed by a pause. Then he slowly reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out the book that he had been writing in earlier. Weighing it on the palm of his hand for a long moment he finally placed it on the table.

"Giles, I... I didn't know what to do at first. I kind of hoped that everything would fade, like it did after I was possessed by that Hyena last year. But it didn't. It stayed there in my head and I was... confused. It wasn't until I started to write things down-" He looked up quickly and, opening the book, he thrust it across the table before Giles could explode with shock, "-and before you go nuts, take a look at what I've written down."

Swallowing his annoyance at the stupidity of writing down force-related information on the Hellmouth, Giles bent his head and looked at the opened book. Then he flipped forwards a few pages. Then a few pages more, to where there was an impressively detailed circuit diagram for some form of device. Finally he flipped to yet another random page, turned the book slowly around 360 degrees so that he could the script from all angles and then looked back up dazedly. "I have no idea what language this is written in," he breathed.

For a second the old Xander showed as a smug grin appeared across the table. "It's written in English, Giles, but the script is Basic, the alphabet used in the Star Wars universe. Maybe a total Star Wars nut job could read it, but for anyone else it's gibberish." The grin faded. "It's Jedi 101. The care and propagation of a Jedi. At first I had to access the force to gain entry to the knowledge there, but now I can pull it out almost at will, as long as I focus on it properly. It's not quite finished yet, but you could use the information there to train someone in how to use the force. Train them to be a Jedi."

"Good lord," said Giles and then flipped through the pages again carefully. Although he had no idea what the writing said, he could see at once that it seemed to be carefully ordered, with underlined headings and sub-headings, along with what looked like an odd alien variation of a bullet point. "So you can access all this information and... do what Obi-Wan could do?"

Xander grimaced. "Not quite. Having access to the memories isn't like being able to understand the information. I guess it's like looking at sheet music. I can read the notes but I can't whistle the tune." Then he pointed at the book. "But what's set out in that could be enough to let me in on the secret properly."

"You mean?"

"Become a Jedi. I think. If I wanted."

Giles looked at Xander over the upper rims of his glasses. "If you wanted?" he repeated. The... Giles realised with a start that he had to stop referring to Xander as a teenager, when he seemed to have had a crushing weight of years suddenly thrust upon him... the man sitting opposite looked down at the table again.

After a while he found voice again. "Giles, Buffy and Willow don't know about this. I think that they have enough to worry about, especially now that Deadboy is Killer Deadboy. I came to you first because I need your advice."

His eyebrows went up at that. "You... you need my advice? Why me?"

Their eyes met and then Xander cleared his throat. "I want to know how to avoid the dark side. How to keep..." his hands clenched and unclenched, "The anger away, the darkness. I need to know how you stay Rupert instead of Ripper. The last thing that this place needs is for me to turn into Vader and start choking people to death every time I get a parking ticket or something."

He leant forwards in his chair and a tone of real desperation entered his voice. "Giles, I have all this knowledge and possibly power, and I don't want to screw it up, I mean it, I don't want to head off down some dark path that leads to me wearing black armour or grey suits and stroking a white cat or something. This thing is huge and I want to do what's right."

For the first time since the entire conversation had started Giles felt the beginnings of relief and he allowed a small smile to steal over his face.

Clearing his throat he reached over and patted Xander on the shoulder. "The very fact that you are worried about the possible... effects of this thing is a good sign Xander, because it means that you have thought about the potential repercussions. Far too many people would grab the power first and worry about the negative points afterwards. Bearing in mind what might happen if you lose control should help you stay on the path. And I can give you some advice about not giving in to the temptations of power." He grimaced, remembering some of the nastier events of his own youth. Frankly, if he had obtained access to the same kind of information that Xander now had at the same age, he probably would have done something quite foolish with it.

"As long as you do have a path in mind, that is."

Xander flicked an eyebrow upward and picked the book back up. "Well, part of a plan. I've been planning a road trip this summer. Instead I'm going to ask my Uncle Will – you've never heard of him, he's the white sheep of the family – if I can borrow his hunting lodge near Victorville close to the Mojave Desert for the summer instead. I need somewhere isolated to train. If I can, I might be able to put in enough intensive training to make it. Maybe.

"Other thing is, I need some more help from you. One thing is meditation. This damn book seems to take it for granted that Jedi Padawan – learners – already know how to meditate. I can half-meditate – I had to in order to gain access to the force. But the full Monty still eludes me, and I have got to stop sounding like a Brit!"

Giles smiled. "That shouldn't be a problem at all. At least with the first item on your agenda. Anything else?"

"Yes, I need swordfighting lessons."

The Watcher blinked at this. "I... I thought that, well, as the whole Jedi thing was in your head that-"

"-Swordfighting would come naturally? Nope, I haven't got the muscles for one thing. And for another, the memories are of using a lightsabre, which would cut through anything apart from another lightsabre. If you try using a sword like a lightsabre I imagine you'd end up with a hunk of battered metal at the end of the day. Can you help me? And keep it from the others, at least until I know I can control this thing?"

Pursing his lips Giles looked across the library for a long moment. Then he reached out his hand.

"Done. We'll see what happens, but thank you for coming to me."

The two shook on it and for the first time in months Xander felt a little of the weight on his shoulders lift. Alright. Time to go to work.