A/N This story is far from done, but I want to take a moment and thank everyone who's been following it and those who've taken the time to review. I also want to apologize, many of you took the time to offer suggestions on crossovers. Many of those will not happen. I'm just not familiar enough with some of the suggestions and others I haven't even heard of. And getting familiar with them would be very difficult for me. I don't watch tv or read anymore. The genetic disorder that put me on disability a decade ago also affects the cornea of my eyes. Reading happens by listening to books and writing happens with voice typing. I do my own editing by using the largest font on my tablet, since I can't see more then six inches from my face with any real clarity. So getting familiar with some of your suggestions isn't going to be possible. However, I still have a whole lot of possibilities I am familiar with. I was an avid reader from kindergarten on and I love scifi, fantasy and the supernatural genres best, as well action movies and procedural shows, so there is alot to still mine. Thank you for sticking with me on this wild and crazy journey, I am having a ball! :)!

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Xander and Cordelia materialized in a parking garage.

"Well, let's find our way out of here." Xander suggested, Cordelia nodded and put Baby down, attaching a leash to his harness.

"It was a nice visit to the Warehouse." She said. "Even if Claudia did think it was funny to give us t-shirts with pictures of artifacts that effected us while we worked there."

"At least yours didn't try to revert you to a primitive hyena state, just reminded you that we had been neglecting Thor and Artemis. Which is why we call them on a regular basis now." Xander said. "I'm trying to see the humor in it."

"So was Pete when he told us the one she gave him involved a telegraph that made people think he was drinking again and so paranoid he nearly killed someone. I wouldn't want to be reminded either."

"Pete reminding me that Thor's hammer can do more than call the lightening might come in handy. I should have remembered that too, I used to read those comic books myself. But you and I heal from pretty much everything and we've never dealt with injuries that someone else wasn't already working on healing. Although I could have done more at the Thessilian healing temple if I'd remembered that."

"They were already on the verge of thinking you were a god, Xander. That would have just fueled that belief."

"Yeah, you're right. I may be on the path, but I'm not there yet and pretending I already was, would be so wrong. Cordy." Xander stopped as both he and Baby smelled something. "Hold Baby. We're both smelling blood. Someone's hurt. Come on, let's see if we can help."

Cordelia picked Baby back up and followed Xander. They found something that both terrified and angered them. Xander didn't hesitate, he ran forward and grab the male bent over the body on the ground and threw him aside.

"No way am I going to let you kill someone right in front of me, Overbite." Xander snarled as what he thought was Angelus landed off to the side.

"Ma'am, are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Cordelia asked the woman, who was also kneeling near the body on the floor of the parking garage.

"Booth, didn't do this. Why are you calling him Angelus?"

Xander took a good hard look at the man picking himself up off the floor and realized, no, it wasn't Angel or Angelus.

"Woah!" Xander exclaimed. "You look just like him. Well, maybe a little older."

"Him, who?" The man asked.

"Angelus, you could call him a real motivated serial killer if you want. Enjoys torture too. And seducing teenage girls, including a girl we went to High School with. What happened here?"

"That man's been shot. He's dying and I don't think an ambulance is going to get here in time. I'm Seeley Booth, FBI. You better be telling me the truth kid, assaulting a federal officer is a crime."

"I am. How long since he was shot?"

"We're not sure, several minutes at least." The woman answered. "I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist."

"So, not a medical doctor." Xander wondered if he could do anything. This could cause a problem, if these people didn't know about Magic, but as he heard the man's faltering attempts at breathing, he knew he had to try. He could See the bullet still inside the man. Using the fine control he'd been working on developing over his telekinesis, he pulled the bullet out.

"What the Hell?!" The FBI agent that looked like Angel exclaimed.

"That's not possible!" Dr. Brennan insisted.

"If you think that's impossible." Xander answered. "You haven't seen anything yet." As he pulled his hammer from its pocket.

"Where did that come from?!" Dr. Brennan yelled.

"My pocket." Xander answered, slightly cheekily. "I don't know if this is going to work, because I've never tried it before. But he's dead if I don't. Thor, guide me, please." He held the Hammer over the wound and focused his thoughts on healing. In front the astonished eyes of Dr. Temperance Brennan and FBI Agent Seeley Booth, the wound began to close.