CH 11: Hadji from Johny Quest

Well-meaning Menace

The gun was gone, but there was a first aid kit at the bottom of the bit and a big sticker from that new movie with some really weird (he did not want to think of why that color was familiar) greenish colored background.

He wanted to be a soldier, tough even if only for one night, but the more he thought about it the more it made sense. Weren't they the ones risking their butts on the line to make sure the others could keep going, all the while getting shot at themselves? Those were some seriously tough guys.

He turned the items over in his hands for a few moments before deciding that if not a warrior, why not a medic?

"Xander! What kind of soldier are you?"

Mrs. Summers stepped back to let the teen into her house, eyeing the smart uniform including the jacket and cap, belt with compartments on his waist, logo on his chest over his heart and the satchel at his side.

"The kind that keeps the others going, ma'am."

She smiled at him. It was certainly a different look from his normal one.

"Well, it suits you nicely."

Xander blushed and smiled, more pleased than he thought he'd be.

"Thanks, Joyce."

Neither said anything as she slipped him a foil wrapped package as the girls came down the stairs.

"What the frag is going on here!"

He eyed the chaos around him in befuddlement. One moment he was setting up his med bay and the next he was in downtown wherethehell.

"Xander!"

"Who?"

He could detect life energy from the oddly dressed girl but it was… off. He nearly had a panic attack when she went right through his own form.

Giles watched the trio with faint amusement over a cup of perfectly brewed tea. Life after Halloween was certainly… different.

"Get your slagging aft in here NOW!"

Willow squeaked and blushed before obediently trotting into the office-cum-med-bay. The door slammed shut behind her but didn't block out the sounds of muttering and rather inventive curses. Twenty minutes later Willow was out, freshly bandaged and medicated and headed for the snacks.

"Buffy!"

"No way! I'm the Slayer, I don't need to be patched up!"

"You will get your fragging sorry little aft in here and let me judge that or we'll see if Slayer speed can match highly evolved projectile wrench skills!"

"Try EEP!"

Buffy ducked as a wrench impacted the wall right next to where her head had been, breaking through the plasterboard and hanging just at Buffy's eye level.

The Slayer looked from the wrench to Xander, who was standing by the door, arms crossed, looking pissed and ready to throw another of the many wrenches attached to his belt. With a small squeak she darted in to be looked over.

He smiled, Xander was certainly efficient in what he did. Even the Troll, Snyder didn't bother them much anymore. A fond chuckle rumbled up at that memory. And the boy had proven to have sense in the fact he hadn't chosen a chartreuse monster for his disguise.

"Giles!"

"Coming, would you prefer me out here or in your office?"

"Up to you."

"Office then please, thank you."

With a gruff nod Xander stepped aside to let him in. Giles, after viewing how the girls were treated decided discretion was the better part of valor.

Slipping Xander the odd Twinkie also seemed to help stem the fury of a medic not heeded.