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A/N: sorry for the shortness of this chapter.

"I'm driving Buffy to the airport. Do you want to come with or say your goodbyes here?" Xander jumped and looked around to what had caused to him to be knocked out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"I have to go back, remember?" Buffy looked at him concerned, he shook his head to clear it.

"Yeah, thanks for being there for me Buffy."

"No problem, anytime." he hugged her briefly and let her go.

"Say hi to the wife and kids for me." he said more as an automatic response than him trying to be witty, she turned to look at him.

"Xander, I'm going to miss you. Please if you need anything, call me anytime day or night."

"I will," they hugged again for longer this time and then Buffy and Willow started heading out the door. He waved bye to Buffy and sat back down at the small table. He tapped his fingers nervously on the table. He didn't like the silence, the silence made him think about his mother and about her last moments. He turned on the TV and put it on a show, it, unfortunately, didn't work very well and when Willow opened the door later he was still thinking about his mother.

"Hey, Xander I brought back some Chinese food." Xander nodded, he wasn't particularly hungry, but Buffy and Willow had made it known in no uncertain terms that he was going to eat whether he felt like it or not. Xander got up from his bed and made his way to the table where Willow handed him a take-out box. Xander sat down at the table and stared at the box for a moment then opened it and slowly started eating the contents. It didn't taste particularly good, then again not much had for the last week, but he ate it anyway.

He had to stop thinking about her every hour of every day. It was so tiring and it was making him crazy, but every time he tried to think about anything else his mind would always go back to her. There had to be something to get his mind off her...and there was.. His father's family. He had nearly forgotten about them in his grief but his father's family, they were a mystery and mystery required a lot of thinking and work to solve. A lot of time where he wouldn't be thinking about his mother's last moments.

"Willow, Can you help me find out if John Winchester was my father?"

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