RATED FOR 15 AND HIGHER, SEX AND BAD WORDS.

No lies

Part 2

Don't own. Wish it did.

Author's notes: Jonathan takes of Xander place in the show. Him and Willow become friends. And helps Giles more and more. With the spells and research.

Sunnydale. Summers home.

"Well this party could have gone better," Oz was saying as he clubbed another zombie back out of the room. Buffy had come back earlier that day. So the Scoobies were having a welcome home party. Only it got out of hand. Then, right in middle of a big fight between the scoobies about Buffy going to leave again. Again, the zombies attacked. The only one that wasn't fighting with Buffy at the time had been Kendra, who was watching the boys at the party. She still hadn't
had much experience with them. And parties were new to her too. That was the reason she reacted faster than the others. She pulled Jonathan out of the way of one, saving his life, but at the same time putting herself in danger. And the danger got worse as she was pulled out the window. The others fought them off. And finally defeating them after Buffy broke a Voodoo mask that had been hanging on her mom's wall.

After the zombies fell Giles noticed that Kendra was gone. After a fast search was done she was found. Dead, on the front lawn. She had died keeping out most of the zombies and letting the party goers out. Giles told everyone she died a true Slayer.

Buffy felt the weight on her shoulders double. Here was the girl. She could have run, like she did but she stood her ground and died for the world. While she had run. It took her little trip to the slave world to get her head back. And in one night here, while her friend stood to fight she was going to run again. Never again would she run. She would take no whatever happened.

Across the county.

Xander finished his roll, and came to his knees to see what looked like a walking mountain heading his way.
"Oh, boy this is going to hurt."

He took the time to yell at Dana to run, then moved in. He would keep them from her so she could get away, then figure out how to get away himself. Harry was moving in on the pervert that was touching his daughter. The kid's eyes just flashed green, and he stopped. The kid's whole look changed. He went from harmless to something dangerous. He had to get his daughter away, now! A fast look over his shoulder at the others, who already got to Dana, and were leading her away. As he turned back something hit him - something strong. It lifted him off the ground and send sent him flying six feet away. The rest of the team came to a stop. Someone had knocked
Harry down. Gib had NEVER seen that happen. Helen was holding onto her daughter who was struggling to get away. Dana didn't know who had her, but it was bringing back memories of Florida.

Guys with guns trying to kill her and her Family.

All Xander knew was that these guys were taking Dana . . . and that he needed to stop it. While the big guy was down he moved. He had not felt this speed for a while, not since the hyena. The strength as well. He grabbed one of the others, pulling the submachine gun away from him. The people that were taking Dana all had bullet proof vests and body armor on. He turned the
gun on them anyway. He fired, knowing that the nine millimeter rounds would not penetrate their armor, but it would sting like hell. It might even take some out the fight. He could feel a merger going on in his head. He was no longer Xander, the Hyena and the soldier; he was now
all three. Dana was his friend, and maybe more . . . and these guys were trying to take her away.

"So not going to happen," Xander whispered to himself.

Then the mountain guy was back with a roar of rage. He was on top of Xander punching him.

Harry saw his team go down. This freak shot his team, and his wife. It was pure luck he didn't hit Dana. This was going to stop now. If nothing else, this just proved that this was a bad guy. And like he told his wife, he only killed the bad guys. He drew back a knife: the same one that saved his life in South America. He plunged it down to the kid's chest. Only it stopped as his daughter stood there holding his hand back, keeping the knife from going any farther.
Then she reached with her other hand and grabbed him by his collar and threw him away. This time hitting a tree, and knocking him out.

Xander got up, dropping the machine gun. Grabbing Dana's hand, he pulled her toward the bike.

"We have to get out of here," he told her and after it clicked in her head, she climbed on the bike. They were gone before the guy in black got back up.

Dana rode on the back of the bike. Her mind kept replaying what had happened. She had been struggling with the two people that held her, then Xander had opened fire with the gun. As they went down, the big guy jumped on him. Then something happened. A feeling, a presence entered her body. One minute she was Dana, the next something else. She saw the guy pull the
knife and was going to kill her Xander. She ran, faster than she had ever run in her life, and grabbed the guy. And she had stopped the knife dead, and more so had done it using only a fraction of her strength. It was like she stopped a child.

But she needed to get him away from Xander. So she threw the guy off. She didn't expect him to fly away the way he did. But he flew off Xander - she could hear the air rush out of his lungs on impact. The next thing she knew she was on the motorcycle with Xander. Heading away. She couldn't go home. It would lead these guys to mom and dad. She needed to get away and
figure out what had happened. How had she gotten so strong? And how was Xander able to do what he did? The only person she had seen that could move and fight like that was her dad! Was Xander some kind of an agent like daddy? She needed to know. He had that ring, was he one of the assassins that he was talking about? She wanted to know. And as soon as he stopped, she was going to find out.

Across the Atlantic, Watcher Headquarters

"Sir," came a voice over the phone, "Slayer Kendra is dead, a new one has been called, we have her tracked down to the American East coast, once we get some more people in the area we can get a more accurate placement."

"She wasn't one of our girls?" Travers asked from behind his desk.

"No, Sir. Another American."

"Americans, Why can't we ever find one before they become a Slayer? That makes three in the last 20 years."

"Yes sir, I don't know. Maybe because they are so crude."

"That could be it. Well notify the next Field Watcher we have and sent them there. We need to get her under control fast or we might have another Buffy Summers on our hands."

"Yes, sir." With that the phone went silent.

"Yes, I will be on the plane as soon as I can," Linda Price said, this was to be her first field
assignment.

She was getting a Slayer, this was going to be good. A young mind to mold into a Slayer. To show her life, and help her. She was up to it. It was going to be a great time for both of them. Maybe she would even like some of her favorite poems. They could sit and talk about them after she had completed her patrols. As she started to pack, she thought, I must remember my recipes for cookies. Young girls just love sweets.

After Harry revived he heard his wife giving orders to the clean up team that was to make sure that the park looked like it had before the fight. But instead he ordered them to get after his little girl. He didn't understand. How had she thrown him? When they used to play football or other games in the back yard she couldn't move him an inch, now she was throwing him around like a paper bag. Had she been on drugs? Was the bastard giving his little girl drugs? The rage he had was building again.

Gib was sitting on the back bumper of the van. He looked at Harry.

"The kid's good, had me fooled. He's a pro."

"What? He went crazy with a machine gun!"

"Harry, no one could have fired that much ammo at us and NOT hit Dana. He hit what he was aiming at. Which was us," Gib said to his large partner, "Look at this." He held up the ring.

"The Order." The Order had his Daughter.

Xander and Dana where roaring through the streets with two big SUV's right behind them. Xander could not figure out how they kept finding them. Every time they would stop for a few minutes there they were. He had to lose them soon. His bike was almost out of gas, and
he really didn't want to hurt anyone but if it came down to it he would kill anyone to save Dana. But right now they needed to get away. From what little Dana had told him at the stops they did make, her parents were agents in some government organization. That could be why they were after them to get here. She had said it had happened before. Now that was a scary thought. Then she dropped the bomb. The Order. Her Parents where researching them. That's who it could have been. And the reason they didn't use magic or demons was that she was just a little girl. But
still they were using overkill with three SUV's with guys with guns. The other thing he had noticed was that Dana's scent had changed. It was still her's, just a small flavor added into it. He could remember someone else with the undertone to there scent. Buffy.

Just then an SUV pulled out of an alley way in front of them, cutting them off. Xander just about laid his bike down taking a turn. The sound of metal hitting metal along with breaking glass came from behind them as all three SUV's collided.
"Well that gives us some breathing room," Xander called over his shoulder.

"Just stop somewhere I need to call home." She needed to warn her Mom and Dad, to let them know she was safe. Safe, after all that had happen she still felt safe with Xander. He would be there for her.

"What do you mean you lost them again?" Helen asked over the Radio. She had been talking to the tracking teams as they closed in on her Daughter and that... boy. She didn't know what was going on. But she would soon find out. The ring, that led her to a very scary place. If the boy was working for the order, they now had Dana. And the way she fought us to protect the boy meant she either didn't know or was working with them. No, her little Dana would never do that, she would not work with a group like that. The way she threw Harry, how he had told her he thought she was on something. If that was true, could they be using it to control her? Were they setting them up to have her take them out or their boss? Spence was coming down to see her next weekend. No matter what, she needed to get her back, then work on the why.

"Is the tracker still working?" Helen asked.

"Yes, ma'am, they're at a motel across town. Can't give you a closer location from here."

"Sit tight, we will pick you up and then make another go for them."

Laughter echoed in the void. As the male being looked down at the pieces.

"You sure that was a good move putting him there?" he said between snickers.

"You move the pieces, they do the rest that's the game," she told him.

"I know, but look at how it's playing out. I haven't had this much fun in Eons."

"Just play."

"I have made my move."

"What? I didn't see it."

"You don't have to. That's not part of the rules."

"Yes it is, when you change things you have to tell me."

"Oh, but I didn't change anything."

"Boss, just got a call, We got us a Slayer in town," a sharply dressed black man told his sire.

"Well, I haven't eaten one in a while. Find her," a deformed figure told him, as he stood up from his throne. Around his cloven feet were piles of bones, human an others. The stench of death strong in the air.

Hotel room 315

Xander stood by the door as Dana made her phone call. She was using Xander's cell phone. It could be tracked, but it would take time and then only to the cell tower. He had chosen an area with lots of hotels and one tower. There would be no way to triangulate a signal with one tower. They would know the call came from this area, not which motel, warehouse, or building in the area or if they had just stopped here before moving on.

"No one is at home," Dana said. Her voice had a little tremble to it. What had happened to her
parents? Xander noticed this, walked over, and sat next to her. He put his arms around her, wrapping her into a hug. She hugged him back - and HARD. Xander broke the hug. He looked at her with wide eyes. She knew that he knew she had became a freak.

"How did you get this strong?"

"I don't know, you were in trouble then I was strong," she said, looking down. She knew he was going to run. Freaks don't have friends. They're alone.

Xander sat back an looked at this sweet girl. Then the scent the strength, it all pointed to one thing, She was a Slayer. Buffy or Kendra had died tonight. And if he was betting man, he'd say it would have been was Buffy. She had run off, and was alone somewhere. Kendra was with Giles
and the rest. She would have been the harder kill. So Buffy was dead. Sitting back a sadness rolled onto him. Then he noticed Dana; she was drawing away from him. She was hurting and just sitting here was making it worst for her. She needed someone. He would deal with his emotions later. He was needed.

"Hey, sweet thing. I'm here for you, I told you once, I will always be here for you," Xander said pulling her face to look at him. His hands under her chin. Then he pulled her into a kiss.

A kiss that became more and more intense. Soon their hands were wandering around each other. Xander took a deep breath then slid his hand under Dana's shirt. She didn't stop him, only moaned louder. Taking that as ago ahead, he slid it farther up her back til it hit
her bra. He could feel the lacy thing. His fingers played along it. It was as far as he had ever gotten with a girl, Cordy had let him feel her through her shirts but never under. And he wanted to feel so bad that he didn't know what to do. Xander knew that she was scared and worried that her parents weren't at home. Bad guys were after her and him. He so didn't want to push himself on her too. But the need to be with her was growing inside him.

As Xander's hands roamed on her body, Dana could feel the need for him grow. If nothing else just to make her forget what had happened in the last few hours. And she didn't know what to do. She had always been the good girl. Now she was in a hotel room. With a hot guy, who had his hands up her shirt, and was playing with her bra. God, was it a good feeling. She felt a moan build in her as she kissed him harder. Then took matters in her own hands. She pulled back and unhooked her bra. Pulling it out from under her shirt dropping it to the floor. She almost laughed at the look on Xander's face. Like he just got the best gift ever. Then they moved in for more kissing. This time his groping hands didn't find a bra. But flesh, very nice flesh wonderful flesh. Then Dana did something she had never done before. Her hand fell into Xander's lap, who froze on contact. This was something no one had ever done to him. Well, there was that one time when
Willow was playing doctor. That was when she discovered that boys and girls were not the same. It had been a learning experience for the both of them.

It was just about the time that Mrs. Rosenberg decided that Xander was too old for sleep-overs.

Xander sat back, a moan coming from him. As Dana explored his pants. She took a deep breath, and slid a hand inside. Then inside his boxers. Her other hand was running up and down his chest feeling his muscles, while the other was looking for another type of muscle. While she was doing that, Xander's hands were busy on Dana. Feeling and stroking. He slid closer to her. One hand still on her chest, the other dropping down to her jeans top. Then tracing along the top edge til he got to the front.

In the back of Dana's mind, she was saying stop. But her body wanted it. And she really did want it too. But she just met this guy. And she had never kissed til tonight. What if he thinks I am a slut and never wants to see me again? How many girls had he been with? What if I'm not good?

In Xander's mind something else was going on. Mainly...

THIS IS FUCKING GREAT!

He could not believe this goddess wanted him. She took her bra off for him. She was letting him do things that he had only dreamed about before, and that was with some tissues and Vaseline. Now she was holding him, and letting him hold her, and feel her. He had never been this hard in his life. But in the back of his mind he thought, Does she want to go all the way? I have never done this before. What if a I screw it up? The way she took that bra off for me, had
she done it before? Does it matter? Nope, she is with me. That is what matters.

Dana's hand felt his coarse hairs in his pants then something else. It was hard yet soft, and warm, and big . . . and getting bigger the more she felt it.

Her hand rubbed it. She felt Xander's hand slide into her pants. Her panties were wet with need. Then he drew their hands out of their pants, and stood up. He was about to push his jeans down. But as he did this, his boot stepped on her bra. There was a crunch.

Bras crunch? they both thought, looking at the bra, then each other.

Xander bent down to pick it up. Between the cups was a small lump. Looking at Dana, he pulled out a pocket knife he had. He cut into the satin. There was a transmitter. The underwire on the bra cups working as an antenna.

"We need to go, five minutes ago," Xander said as Dana pulled her shirt down and buttoned up her pants.

"You need a complete change of clothes."

"But my parents might have put that there," Dana protested. She didn't have anything to change into here.

"Yes, they could have but how else did those guys keep finding us tonight?"

"Ok, lets get some more clothes," she said, thinking there was a Walmart or something just down the road. She could get a change there.

"Strip," he said with a grin at her.

"What? I thought you said I needed more clothes, I need to wear these until then."

"Nope you stay here. I'll be right back."

"What if they come here?"

"No, We can take it easy for a while. But this thing is still working. You need a change and then we're gone . . ." He picked up the transmitter. ". . . I'll keep it with me, I have a plan."

"Okay," she said, starting to strip out of her clothes. When she noticed Xander was still looking, she blushed and pulled the sheet off the bed to cover herself. He had been feeling her up, and maybe they had been going to do more than that, but that was a heat of the moment thing, the moment had passed right now. Maybe later they would finish up. If the mood came back, and God she hoped so. So she just trusted Xander as she left her in the room. Taking her clothes, leaving her filling a little vulnerable, but knowing that he would be back.

Much faster than she thought possible Xander was back, ten minutes tops. With arm load of clothes, Jeans tops and some stuff that she would not wear in a million years.
"Where did you get these?" she asked as she looked through them. Most were too small, some had holes in places a good girl wouldn't want them.

"Bought them," Xander said looking at the ground. "Traded a few things as well."

"From who? I know these things didn't come from a store." Dana was sure she had seen some girls on the corner wearing something like those things.

"Some hookers." Blushing a little, he had never even talked to a hooker before, much less asked one to buy her clothes, and to think about what the hooker thought he wanted them for. And the sudjestions they made. He hoped Dana never knew.

"You want me to wear hooker clothes?" she said looking over her sheets that she had wrapped around her. As small dark part of her liked the idea. Dressing up for her boyfriend.

"No, they're just clothes, you need to look and act differently if we get away."

"Ok, how do you know all this?"

Xander took a deep breath, and in a quick clipped fashion told her about Sunnydale, magic, the things that go bump in the night, and about a Halloween night that changed his life, while he got her to change clothes listening to him. Dana swallowed while listening and changing, not knowing what to make of it; but she WAS so much stronger, and even if Xander was nuts, he was still protecting her. The masked guys could be sane, but they wanted to kill her: easy choice.

Outside.

"You're sure that's the room?" Harry asked Gib, who was holding a tracker.

"Signals strong and steady."

Just then a woman screamed out in the room. Harry kicked the door in only to see a dark-haired girl riding on a dark haired guy who was laying on the bed. He reached over and pulled the girl off him. Dana's name coming to his lips. Only to notice then it wasn't Dana. She was wearing some of her clothes but it wasn't his daughter. And the guy, he had seen the guy before. Simon, the used car salesman / want-to-be agent that tried to sleep with his wife.

"What? You guys follow me just to torture me?" Simon was almost crying. Gib was pointing under the bed. There was Dana's bra. The transmitter could be seen through a cut in it.

"How long have you had this room?"
"Just checked in. Can you please go? I haven't done anything to you. Why are you still following me?" The guy had had enough. The guys bust up his used car dealership, then when he gets a job serving drinks, they bust in on that as well. Now he was just picking up a hooker, the clothes made her look like a highschool girl. They bust in again. He couldn't take it anymore. Breaking down, tears ran down his face.

Picking up the bra. Gib and Harry left. But not before Gib got the girl's phone number. Hey, she was a hooker, and he would be off in a little while. Harry didn't say anything about this. He knew how Gib thoughts worked.

Across the street Xander was watching it all. Dana stood at his side. They were watching the van, and preparing to follow it. Xander wanted to know who was following them, and if they had Dana's parents. When the walking mountain reached the van. The side door open and out came a woman. The two guys that had gone into Xander and Dana's old room pulled off there masks.

"Mom? Dad?" Dana asked herself.

"Dutch?" Xander said, then what Dana said it hit him. "MOM? DAD?" he exclaimed, looking at Dana. As soon as it was out of his mouth he knew it was too loud. Turning to look across the street. He saw everyone was looking at them.

"Oh, so not good."