Alexander found himself in a good mood as he transitioned outside the home of Rupert Giles, possessions carefully organized in a large backpack he'd been given in the previous dimension. He knocked on the door, and Jenny Calendar of all people answered it.
"Um, excuse me, is Rupert Giles here by any chance?" Alexander asked.
"Yes he is, Mister?"
"Harris, Alexander Harris, though not the one Sunnydale is familiar with," Alexander smiled, "And it is important I see him."
Looking over his shoulder to see the sun was still up, she moved to allow him entry, then called into the home, "Rupert, someone is here to see you!"
"Oh, who?" the man asked as he came out of the kitchen area with tea, frowning in consideration at the sight of the large version of Xander Harris, "I'm Rupert Giles, do I know you?"
"I'm Alexander Harris from a parallel world, and I've been sent by the Aesir to make sure things here turn out better."
"Good heavens, and do you have proof of this?"
"Sure, G-Man," he smiled as he shooed the mini-drags into flight, "Alaspinian Mini-Drags enough of an introduction?"
"Like in the Alan Dean Foster books," Jenny smiled as they returned to lay on Alexander's shoulders, "Delightful. May I touch one?"
"Go ahead, please, they're actually quite nice to anyone not meaning them or myself any harm."
"Well, for argument's sake I agree," Giles said, reserving the right to change his mind later, "So what brings you here?"
"I'm supposed to divert energy from the entire area this evening, which will put an end to some major players for the other side," Alexander told them, "Then I'm supposed to convince you and the local Xander Harris to allow me to boost your abilities. Do you know where I can find him?"
"He died," Jenny choked out, "He was at school one night, and saved me from Angelus. I'd been researching the soul curse. He died saving me."
"Wow," Alexander replied, then reached for a pen and paper, writing things down, "That wasn't expected. So where's he buried?"
"He isn't, he's on the mantel," Giles quietly remarked, gesturing toward a malachite urn with a scarlet top, "After meeting his parents, I-I had him cremated and placed in a jar with a mismatch of color." Alexander walked over and read the name plate.
Alexander Calendar Giles
Beloved Son of a Father Too Late
"Wow," Alexander said, handing a list to Jenny, "That will mean the world when we bring him back."
"What!"
"I have my orders, so I'm going to bring him back in order to carry them out," Alexander told them, a bit overwhelmed that Giles felt that way about his unenhanced self, "And then you can make sure he knows it. Ms. Calendar…"
"Giles, it's now Jana Giles," she responded, hope in her eyes.
"Mrs. Giles, please get those components as quickly as possible," he directed her, "I'll have Rupert help me prepare for the raising, which we'll do right here if that's alright?"
"Of course," Giles responded as Jenny headed for the door.
An hour later, the ritual circle was nearly ready, two others nearby for other spells.
"Okay, please place Xander's urn in the middle of the circle, and a drop each of your blood on it as you're the two closest to him, and I'll do the same, as it might boost the spell a bit." He waited for them to exit the circle.
"Great, now if you could turn off the phones and such," Alexander directed with shooing motions, "and make sure no one disturbs me for about five minutes, we'll have him back for you."
The chanting was accompanied by an amazing pull of Power, both Giles and Jenny feeling it from their position near the door. Suddenly the room was bathed in shadow, then light, stunning them. When they pulled themselves together, a knock came upon the door. Jenny noticed that Giles was answering the door, so she stepped further into the room to see Alexander handing a glass of ensorcelled vitamins and juices.
"There you go," Alexander told his local self, placing the palm of his hand on Xander's chest as he set aside the drink in confusion, "And this might hurt, but I need to boost you just in case it didn't quite take."
"Ahh," Xander gasped as the magic altered his body and mind, boosting the residual magic further as it permeated every cell.
At the door, Giles found Buffy looking out of sorts, as she entered the home and looked around at the decorations: "What's going on here? You hate Halloween. And what's with the hunky naked guy on your floor?"
"I never said any such a thing," Giles replied to the first part of her statement as she blushed and looked away from the naked hunky guy on the floor being dressed by Giles' wife and a clothed super-hunky guy. "As my Watcher's duties took precedence, I never had time to enjoy its inherent charms. Is – is there something you wanted?"
"I was thinking that I should patrol tonight," she replied, noticing the naked guy now had pants, though she still couldn't see his face, "But it seems the Halloween weirdness is happening here. And why are you dressed like Captain America without the mask?"
"Oh, um, do come in, Buffy," Giles told her, gesturing to the kitchen, then explained the situation as Jenny and Alexander dealt with Xander.
"So you guys just raised Xander from the dead, wow," she monotoned in disbelief, though she saw the evidence faced away from her, "Um, now what?"
"Now, I cast the spell that will seal the matter," Alexander informed the room as he sat the young dazed man so he was facing away from Buffy, "So Rupert, please sit next to Xander, and I'll start casting. That way the two of you won't stumble and break something as you might if standing."
The spell went off without a hitch, and soon Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America, found himself on the couch next to Duncan Macleod, and as both men began to relax, Jenny spoke a spell activation word.
"Dormus."
"What just happened?" Buffy asked, unsure of anything at the moment, as Xander and Giles both immediately seemed to doze off, "Are they okay?"
"Sure Buff," Alexander told her as he got up, setting the Janus statuette on the coffee table, "But I just cast Ethan's Halloween spell on them, so Jenny made sure they'd be asleep the whole time."
"Oh, now what?" she asked as the doorbell rang. Alexander reached over and tossed her a sombrero and serape.
"Now you deal with the trick-or-treaters," he smirked, "And we wait until I cast the last spell of the evening."