"Who are you and how are you doing that?" Booth demanded to know.
"Alexander McCleod and I'm not a god if that's what you're wondering."
"I certainly don't believe you're the Son of God. " Booth retorted.
"I don't believe in God." Brennan told him. "It must be some sort of experimental technology. How did you get your hands on it?"
"It was given to me. Look, I don't mean to cause a problem. I'm just trying to help. It's what my father wants me to do. Help. This guy, whoever he is, he's healed up now. I've done what I can."
"You're not going anywhere." Booth told him. "I want to know more about this serial killer that supposedly looks me and I want to know more about this experimental technology and who in their right mind let's a kid field test it."
"Sorry, Mr. FBI Agent, but none of that's going to happen." Xander said, standing up. "We're leaving, we've committed no crime that I'm aware of. Which means you can't arrest us. I know a couple of Secret Service Agents. One of them once mentioned to me a Good Samaritan Law. That acting in good faith to try to help someone is not against the law. And there's nothing you can do about the guy I mentioned. We're leaving. Goodbye." And once again in front of both Booth and Brennan's astonished eyes, the two teenagers now disappeared.
"Experimental technology may not explain what just happened, Booth." Brennan said to him. "As far as I know, transport research has at best only been able to transport a single atom, not a complex system like a body. And I know of no medical technology, even in the research stage, that can heal an injury that fast."
"Not to mention what it'll do to the investigation if we do mention it." Booth added. "We can't say anything, they'll bounce us on a psych eval if we do. But I am going to look into finding out if there is a serial killer that looks like me. That's disturbing in and of itself."
"I agree, very creepy. And why did he ask Thor for guidance? As far as I know, no one worships the old Norse gods anymore."
Xander and Cordelia teleported several feet away, behind a corner and carefully peered around the corner. Xander could hear the conversation going on. "In saving that guy, I might have made things worse for them." He said softly. "Apparently there's an investigation going on and me healing that guy might cause them some problems with the investigation."
"You were trying to help. Xander." Cordelia pointed out.
"Yeah, but as we've seen before, helping isn't always the best answer. But I couldn't not try. I could hear that guy struggling to breath. He was fighting for every breath. He wanted to live, I know it. This is one of those instances where doing nothing, would hurt more then doing something."
Cordelia put her hand on his arm. "It's time to move on, Xander. We've helped enough."
He put his hammer back in its pocket and pulled out the control device. Taking Cordelia's hand in his and checking to make sure Baby was secure, he pressed the button. An electric tingle and the world shifted.
"Come on, Sweets, on your feet." Booth helped FBI psychologist Lance Sweets to his feet.
"What happened?" Sweets asked. "I was sure I'd been shot, God knows it hurt enough. And then I blacked out. By the way, I did not see any dead relatives, so I'm not sure if I had a near death experience. And what happened to the guy with the gun? Where'd he go?"
"We missed him, we were checking on you." Booth told him. "And we're not sure what happened ourselves. There's blood on your shirt, but it might not be yours. Come on, let's get back to the lab. You need to get changed and we need to follow up on some other leads."
"Okay, I need to see Daisy. I just realized, if I'm not dead, I'm still going to be a father. Booth, I meant it when I said I needed some advice."
"I'll see what pearls of wisdom I can come up with. Let's go."
Dr. Temperance Brennan trailed behind them. 'It just isn't possible.' Her mind insisted. 'There's no technology that can replicate what I saw. Perhaps I was so anxious over the possibility of Sweets dying, that I hallucinated it. That makes more sense then advanced technology that can't possibly exist yet. I believe Sweet's psychology is deeply flawed, but it has been helpful in a number of ways. Perhaps I should schedule a session.' She decided. Believing her mind had betrayed her was easier then believing in Magic and gods and no scientific evidence for what she'd witness after all.