Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or James Bond (I meant to put that in earlier)

Xander and James talked for awhile longer.

"This is your Captain. We're getting ready to land." The seatbelt light came on. They both buckled up.

Xander smiled. "Not bad, considering it's my first flight."

"What?"

"Well, Mom and the idiot spent too much money on drinks. I'm actually surprised that they remembered to buy me clothes and food. Flying would have been out of the question."

James shook his head. "Be thankful. Half the time, I'm on a standard flight. Even in first class, I still run into a noisy kid or two."

"Speaking of kids, I'm 18. We didn't exactly spend too much time being father and son. What with two separate apocalypses and all. Though the Frawee was minor compared to the rest."

James looked at Xander. "Well, I'm not going to drop the fatherhood thing now."

"Good."

"And here comes the landing."

Xander sat thinking as he looked out the window. "I really hope Willow's comment to me doesn't come true."

"Which one?"

"When I said 'What could happen?'. She reminded me that we've said that before."

James sighed. "If it happens, it happens."

"Right."

"If it does, it probably would have if you didn't come with me. So at least London has one more person around to handle it."

"Not exactly comforting,"

"Maybe not, but it's true."

Xander thought some more. "You do realize that this won't be a vacation for me... I plan on doing a little patrolling."

"A duplicate of everything we had in Sunnydale has already been set up. Q tends to be one step ahead of me."

Xander grinned.

"And M has an ID set up for you. It'll make it legal for you to carry the weapons you'll have with you. As well as an official status to keep the local law enforcement off your back."

"And what will the cover story be?"

"We'll talk to M about that."

- - - - - -

Ethan was sitting in a restaurant with a somewhat dubious atmosphere. It had a mixture of biker types and a couple of demons who could fit in human society. A hand slammed down on his table. Ethan looked up.

"You're in my seat." growled a six foot tall man with long hair and a beer belly.

Ethan grinned. "Really. What makes you think that?"

Two of London's finest were walking by the restaurant when they heard screams. When they ran in, they stopped in shock. Two bikers were clinging to each other on a table as they screamed. Below them was an innocent looking chair. Or it was until it jumped and appeared to snap.

Another man was curled in a corner with wide eyes. He was whimpering "The silverware do not talk, the silverware do not talk."

The bartender was noticeably absent.

On the opposite side of the room, Ethan sat calmly watching. As for the man who had accosted him, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

- - - - - -

"Hello James."

"Moneypenny."

Xander stared. "Um, wasn't my mother..."

"It's a codename. But your mother's name was Penny."

"Ah."

"So this is your protege, James?"

"Yes. M asked me to bring him by for a visit."

The lady shook her head. "And no time to spend with me."

Bond leaned on the desk. "I could, but M is on a tight schedule."

"Maybe next time."

"I always try to make time for you."

M's voice was heard. "MoneyPenny, could you flirt with James later. He and Xander are here to speak with me after all."

She blushed. "M will see you now."

"It's always a pleasure, MoneyPenny."

– - - - - - -

M shook her head. "Teaching your son flirting habits are you?"

"Not at all M. Just showing him some tactics."

"Right." M leaned over the desk. "So you're the one that has proven people don't have to be trained to save the world."

Xander grinned. "Sort of. I learned as I went along."

"Ah. Would you please enlighten me on certain information about this Hellmouth and how long the supernatural have been around terrorizing people?"

Xander shrugged. "Giles could give you more info."

"I'm sure, but you are here."

"That's true. Well, as Giles said, the world is older than you think. I could go into the long description. But I'll skip to the important parts. Such as the Slayer, and the fact that not all demons serve evil. Especially one Vampire who gained a soul."

They talked for three or four hours, with M showing only a polite facade. When it was finished, she asked Xander to leave so she could talk to Bond.

"Well James, that was interesting."

"Indeed."

"Scary in fact."

Bond blinked.

"Why do I have the feeling that our agents are going to be getting training in fighting the supernatural?"

"I don't know."

"I did, after the Whistler incident, put out a warning to all agencies to keep me informed of weird things."

"Ah."

"One occured tonight."

Bond blinked.

"I think you and Xander need to talk to Q about equipment, then go investigate."