Cube Rooting for the Home Team

*Transition*

Dizzy and confused. If you want a good description of stepping from one branch of creation to another one as a human being, dizzy and confused covers it.

I leaned against a convenient wall with my eyes closed and waited for the dizziness to pass. I had no idea why or where I was, so the confusion would probably take a bit longer.

"Xander," a female voice said before doing something extremely stupid: shaking me. Naturally I spewed like a soda would, though with more corn I imagine.

"Gross!"

"Then don't shake me," I complained, not opening my eyes and leaning my forehead against the nicely cool wall.

"Are you ok?"

"Nauseous, waiting for it to pass," I replied before spitting out some left-over bile. "Blech!"

"Giles probably has some tea or Pepto," she offered.

"Lead on, McDuff," I replied, offering an arm, but not opening my eyes.

"I'll go slow," she promised and true to her word she guided me inside a building and then into a room... that smelled of books.

"Xander, are you ok?" a male voice asked.

"Dizzy, nauseous, and more than a little confused," I replied.

"He vomited outside," she told him, setting me on a chair.

"Shaking me is definitely not a good idea," I offered.

"I'll make you some tea," he decided. "It'll settle your stomach."

"Please do," I replied, resting my forehead against the cool table in front of me.

"You must really be feeling under the weather," the man said.

Before I could reply, a couple of people burst through the doors to the library. "Hey G-man, what's the what?" a young male voice called out.

"Xander?!" the two people I had met exclaimed.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Then, who's he?" the redhead who'd brought me here asked.

"He can't be me, I'm me!" the male teen exclaimed.

"He is still sick," I offer. "I'm not moving or opening my eyes until I get me something to make me feel better."

"I thought you were Xander!" the redhead yelped.

"He's wearing a black leather jacket, and ... flight deck boots," Xander said. "I don't wear those."

"Who are you?" a new female voice demanded, a hand grabs my shoulder.

"Don't! He puked outside when I shook him," the redhead warned.

"Please tell me the tea is on its way," I begged.

"It'll be another couple of minutes," the older male voice said. "I notice you haven't give a name yet."

"Too sick to care," I told him. "I'm sure I have a driver's license or something."

A hand fumbled around in my back pocket. "Worst pick pocket ever."

"I'm just checking your ID," the female teen said, pulling out my wallet.

"When you find out, let me know."

"Alexander Lavell Harris," she read off something in my wallet.

"Let me see that!" the young male exclaimed and from the sounds of it he did a much more thorough check of my wallet. "He has better ID than I do. Also, he banks more than me, and has cards for the donut shop and coffee hut that aren't due to be issued for another year."

"He's a time traveler?!" the redhead exclaimed.

"They aren't exactly hard to fake," Xander said.

"And the face?"

"Much more difficult, but still possible," he admitted.

"And more likely than a time traveler," I ventured.

"There are a number of spells and shape shifting demons," G-man pointed out.

"Demon sounds likely," I said.

"What? You're saying you're a demon?" the red haired girl asked.

"I'm saying it's a possibility because I feel worse than should be humanly possible."

Typing By: Ordieth

AN: I think I was sick when I wrote this.