Summary: A few years after the events of 'Trade 'Em If You Got 'Em' as also included in my list of stories here, Andrew Wells has an important meeting with Comic Book Guy.

"Okay, Jeff, I'm here now. What's the whole big deal that you needed me to cross over the first chance I got into this dimension you call home?"

"You'll see, kid. Before we start, though, did you cover your tracks good enough so that nobody knows you left Cleveland?"

"Since Willow hasn't shown up yet to yell at us both for messing around with reality, I'd say yes. Why? Is there a problem? Somebody found out about our Slayer memorabilia business? Oh, hell, please tell me-"

"No, no! Everything's fine with that stuff, we're making a real mint, okay? Even those dimensions where your former hometown existed only in the tv show, comic con attendees will shell out big bucks for what they think are the best fakes ever of Scooby Gang souvenirs."

"Yeah, you told me that before. I still want to know why you insisted I drop in at your store today."

"Because there's something in the basement you should take a look at. Trust me, you'll really be glad you did."

"Huh?"

"C'mon, already! I had to close up early and get rid of all the little bastards hanging around and reading the latest issues without paying for them."

"Fine, lead the way. It better be good, understand? I don't want to risk tipping off Willow about our little arrangement just because you had to show me- Jesus Christ!"

"Heh, heh, heh."

"How the hell did you cram everything in there? And what are those things anyway?"

"Respectively, a pocket universe, and the entire contents of the Council's London vaults."

"WHAT?!"

"Yup. A while back, I remembered what you mentioned to me once, how the First Evil blew up the old headquarters in England along with what's-his-name, Travers and the rest of the Watchers, plus all the magic stuff and historical records they stored for safekeeping in that building. After a lot of tinkering, I found a dimension perfectly matching yours except it was a few years older, and sneaked through a portal inside to swipe it all right before everything happened."

"…basically, you had a choice of being caught by the Watchers, getting a ground-zero view of a huge explosion, or attracting the attention of some tremendously powerful manifestation of ultimate wickedness."

"What's your point?"

"You're CRAZY! That's my damn point!"

"I'm gonna be a filthy rich crazy collector, all right, Andrew?"

"Oh… You mean, selling this stuff? Is that why- Jeff, I can't afford to pay for all this! The only way I can think of is to tell Mr. Giles, and that might be kind of difficult-"

"Nope, it's not for sale. But I'll trade it."

"Ooooookay, trade for what? Just to be absolutely clear in advance, I'm not going anywhere near Faith, if that's what you have in mind."

"Well, it does involve her, see- Get back here! Sheesh, you're such a coward, kid."

"Go to hell, you jerk! When it comes to Faith, cowardice is usually the best option!"

"Relax, willya? All I want is nothing physical. In fact, I might be doing you a big favor, asking for it."

"You're not really reassuring me here, Jeff."

"If that's the way it needs to be, cards on the table, then. Back in Sunnydale when you and Warren and Jonathan were acting like third-rate supervillains-"

"Hey, don't put down the Trio!"

"Shaddup, and lemme finish. During all that, you said Warren set up on-line surveillance cameras for months throughout the entire town, including Buffy's house and other spots where the Scoobies hung around. Since none of you could know when something important might happen, everything was recorded. I'm betting your little gang also backed up all the files of this at another server well away from the damn town - and that you still have these files."

"Uhhhhh…"

"Hand 'em over, or I sell the Council stuff to everybody but you."

"God, I knew you were a pervert, but I had no idea you were this bad!"

"Pot calling the kettle black here, Andrew. You sure you want to get into this with me? The three of you were nothing less than a bunch of Peeping Toms, too! But even if you're acting so hypocritical about it, I'm not gonna pass on the really racy stuff to my buyers."

"What're you talking about?"

"I said I was looking for a great score, right? Well, in one of the dimensions where they're really big fans of Buffy and her friends, I had a potentially profitable discussion with one of the streaming media companies there, their version of Netflix. In return for hundreds of hours of Sunnydale recordings which they'll cut down to documentary episodes just like a weird version of Big Brother, I get serious bucks."

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Nuh-huh. What's it going to be?"

"Are you saying that as trade for the Council hoard, I help you start a Hellmouth reality show? What for? My internal organs are just fine where they are now, which they won't be when Buffy and the rest tear them out with their bare hands after finding about this!"

"How'll they possibly know? It'll be in a whole different dimension, plus if they ever realize you still have the files, it'll happen anyway. Get rid of them to me, and you can say with perfect truth that they aren't around any more. Just don't mention they weren't destroyed when Sunnydale collapsed, and everything's fine."

"I hate you."

"That mean we've got a deal?"

"Ohhhhh, man! I suppose- Whoa, there's a potential drawback, Jeff. Don't you think Mr. Giles and the others might be kinda suspicious about me showing up with a couple tons of Council treasures without a really good explanation about this? It won't take too long for them to get the whole story out of me, especially if Faith gets involved. You won't be a happy camper either, not when they drop in to have a little chat with you over something called Sunnydale Shore."

"Already planned for, Andrew, now that it's all settled between us. Just step this way, right over to my authentic neuralyzer from the Men in Black dimension. I promise, it won't hurt a bit, programming a completely false account of you finding the missing Council goods hidden away somewhere in Wales."

"Can you, uh, make me a combination of Indiana Jones and Robert Langdon during it?"

"Don't push your luck, kid."