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Andrew Wells: Watcher (Solo)
Watching Yourself (with Giles)
Home Sweet Home (with Xander)
Dungeons and Dorks (with Xander)
She Died Saving My Life (With Anya)
Bring Me Close (Chatzy/ With Xander)
Of Fathers and Sons (Solo)
Another Safe in The Making (with Xander)
SHIELDs and Pieces (with Janet)
Remember Who You Think I Am (Solo)
Not Warren (But Almost) (Chatzy/ With Xander)
Not Warren (But almost) || Xander and Andrew (Chatzy)
Andrew finds Xander in a motel at the edge of the city, and tries to get him to come home. He finally discovers the truth about Xander’s disappearance, recording it with a microphone. However, the situation quickly goes downhill when Xander’s addictive impulses start to get the better of him. A body hits the floor.
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[pm] Mr. Wells? I was wondering if we could work with swords our next training session. Also can it be just us?
[PM] Sounds good to me. And Renee, it’s just Andrew. Or Captain Wells. But I mean most people call me Andrew. I wish they’d call me Captain Wells, but… I’m getting sidetracked. Swords, check! Just us, also check!
Remember Who You Think I Am || Solo
Andrew sat upright in his bed. He watched the door intently, just as he had done the previous night, and just like the previous night, no one came. His head leaned back into the soft down pillow. ‘What’s the point,’ he thought, ‘Xander’s gone and at this point I’m sure he isn’t coming back. It’s probably my fault anyway. People are always there before I show up, but they also have this nasty habit of leaving in some way after I’ve been around.’ Andrew didn’t want to think anymore. It was nearly two o’clock in the morning and he still had to meet with Renee the next day. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall asleep. To escape what was happening in real life, to enter a dream where, hopefully, things went better for him. A dream where people didn’t die or leave when he was around. He needed a dream like that, but most of all he needed relief from the constant pain that the past two days had brought.
He woke with a shock. How long had he been asleep? It felt like forever. Andrew glanced over to where the clock usually sat on the bedside table, but he came across something strange. There wasn’t a clock. In fact, there wasn’t a bedside table. Upon further inspection, Andrew discovered that there wasn’t even a bed. Somehow he had woken up on the couch. He pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and checked the time. “3:00 AM” it read in bright white numbers and letters. The phone slid back into his pocket and Andrew looked around. Dizzy and still out of it from his hour long nap, Andrew didn’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t what he found. He opened the door to his bedroom and there slept Xander Harris.
Andrew remembered this night. He remembered it like you’d remember the best Christmas of your childhood, and now he got to relive it. “Thank you,” he whispered, thanking what or who ever gave him this escape from his current life. Carefully and with purpose Andrew stepped towards the bed, Xander sleeping in the middle of it.
“Xander,” He said, not loud enough to really wake Xander, “It’s really cold in the living room. Do you mind if I sneak in here?” Xander mumbled something in reply that Andrew couldn’t understand, but he took it as a yes anyway. He lifted the blanket to the left of Xander and crawled into the bed. His eyes closed and he inhaled. He smelled that Xander-y smell that he’d missed. Then a bit of weight was placed onto Andrew’s side. It was Xander’s arm, holding him close. Andrew’s hand reached to Xander’s and their fingers locked together, tight, braced for anything. But Andrew knew that wasn’t true. They weren’t braced for what would happen.
Andrew woke up again. This time not on the couch, but in the bedroom once more. Without even checking he knew that this too was a memory in the form of a dream, because he heard a familiar noise. Another one of his favorite nights. He leapt out of the bed, tossing the blankets onto the ground, and followed the sound of the starship Enterprise.
“Next Gen?” Andrew asked as he entered the living room. Xander sat on the couch, a bucket of popcorn in his lap. Taking the spot next to him, Andrew leaned in. He felt the weight of Xander’s arm again, this time on his shoulder. His hand grabbed as much popcorn as he could and then shoved it into his mouth. Something struck Andrew. In his mind he was always disappointed that he couldn’t give Xander any grand gestures, but now it was clear that the moments that stuck out to Andrew were never the grand things. Never the kiss in the sewer after defeating a demon, or a trip to Liberty Island. The best moments were the small ones. Every hug, every peck on the cheek, every snuggle in the big warm bed that they had shared, those all stuck out in Andrew’s mind. When he’s old and senile he might forget the biggest things in his life, but he’ll never forget the small stuff with Xander, because that’s what matters to him.
He woke up a third time. This time it wasn’t a memory. This was new. Andrew looked around and saw nothingness. A black abyss. Then he heard it. Not the sound of the starship Enterprise again, but a song. A song that he didn’t even like to think about anymore. “Bring Me Close” by Mindy Gledhill echoed through the darkness that engulfed him. Although, it wasn’t entirely darkness, a glimmer of light sparked in the distance. Step by step Andrew worked his way to the little bit of color in this enormous space until he could make out what it was, or rather who it was. It was Xander. Of course. Had to be.
“Xander?” Andrew’s own voice surprised him. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in person since Xander left.
“Hey, Andd.” This Xander came back. “I need something from you.”
“What’s that?” Andrew felt wonderful. This was the first conversation he’d had with Xander in weeks. Sure it wasn’t real, but it felt real. It felt like a new start for them, but deep in his gut Andrew knew it was a lie. A dream that created what he truly desired. Another chance.
“Help me.” The dream Xander kept speaking.
“Help you with what?” Andrew was confused. What could this Xander want? Was it a message from the real Xander? He’d read about astral projections, maybe this was a type of that. The dream Xander brought Andrew close. Andrew could feel Xander’s breath on his lips.
“Just help.” Said Xander. He leaned in to kiss Andrew, but their lips never connected.
Andrew woke up one last time. This time he was back in the bedroom, back to reality. He wanted to give anything to go back and relive those memories once more, to be happy again, to have Xander back home and back to normal. Those things weren’t happening though. Andrew pushed the covers aside and climbed out of the bed. He walked to the closet and found what he was after. In the corner of the closet was a wadded up white T-shirt. Andrew lifted it up and held it out, showing every wrinkle, tear, and grease stain that the shirt had to offer. He laid the shirt out on the bed, spreading it in the center. Next he lay down to the left of the shirt, bringing a sleeve to rest on his side.
This was all he had left of him. The only memory he could constantly keep was this stained ripped shirt that Xander barely even wore. But Xander had worn it. And it did have that scent. That scent of masculinity, of protection, of safety, of a little bit of pine and a touch of bubble gum that Xander had been chewing that day. Andrew inhaled and smelled all of those things. He smelled memories. He smelled happiness. He smelled Xander. All of the things Andrew had lost.
“Help me,” The voice of Xander from his dream echoed through his mind as he fell asleep with the T-shirt draped over him. Andrew didn’t know what he needed to help with.
“Just help,” But he was going to help.
[PM]: Whichever would be better. You can come by my house since I have some books stored there. Maybe we can down a tub of ice cream too. I’m really sorry darling. Know that I care about you and you can tell me anything.
[PM] Thank you, Anya. Maybe I should have listened to you... about this whole Xander thing. I feel so empty right now. Like I had all of this light in my belly, but then someone used a deluminator or something.
anyankahlives said: [PM]: Well if you need anything you know I’m here for you. You’re a good friend and I hoped that Xander wouldn’t pull a patented disappearance on you. Also I may be able to help with the talisman.
[PM] That's a good idea, and something to get my mind of of Xander. Do you think I could drop off the talisman at your place? Or you could pop by the apartment? I need help translating. It's been a while since I've done any serious summoning and the characters on this puppy are ye olde.
[pm] All day tomorrow I plan on being in the workshop, so we could meet there.
[PM] Sounds like a plan to me. I’ll see you then.
[pm] Uh hey again. I think we should see each other face to face. I don't know maybe talk through what's going to happen.
[PM] Right. That sounds like a reasonable request. I mean, you’re gonna be with me longer than like a a couple weeks. I’m your new permanent watcher. Where would you like to meet, Renee?
[pm] I…of course I did. Everyone blames themselves when someone they love leaves like that…I think we all wanna know why, but since we can’t, you know, know?…It’s best not to think about it. Just…focus on what’s left, focus on what you can help and do and fix. And we’ll…we’ll find him. I can do a tracking spell, probably, or we can get SHIELD on it, or something.
[PM] Alright. Good plan. Thank you, Willow. I know I don't usually talk to you, and you might hate me for stuff I've done in the past, but I just hope you don't think about that. Well, you can think about it whenever else, but right now, at this current time, try not to if you were so we can work together to find Xander. Again, thank you.
[PM]: Honey I heard about Xander. He came to see me before he, I guess, left. Do you need anything darling?
[PM] He came to see you? When… why did he? I mean, I’m fine. I don’t think I need something. I need to focus on my new slayer and this talisman thing. Thank you, Anya.
[pm] It’s not your fault, Andrew. None of saw or did anything. Don’t blame yourself….okay?
[PM] I try not to but it's so hard. It's like when Oz left. Did you kinda blame yourself? Because that's what I'm going through. I mean, not exactly. But you know. I see him all the time, I should've noticed. Right now, though, I just want to know why.
[pm] Make sure you put me on the schedule for a freak out with you. You bake cookies and I’ll bring comfort beverages.
I don’t know why he’s gone. The only time he’s ever run off, magic was involved. I’m going off the assumption that this wasn’t totally his choice, until I find out otherwise. If he wants to sneak away, he will have to do it to our faces…ok, I know that makes no sense, but you know what I mean.
[PM] I know what you mean. I'm just so confused and hurt. There's a little bit of sad in there too. I miss him and he hasn't even been gone for a day. I want to see him one more time. To talk to him. When I talk to him I'm sure things will get better and normal again.
saving-the-world-alot said: [pm] First, take a deep breath, okay. I’m going to see what SHIELD can do to track him down. We need to take care of the girls, okay? Need you with me right now. We can schedule a freak out for later.
[PM] Alright. You do that SHIELD thing. I'll message my new slayer. While I'm at it I'll pencil myself in for a freak out next week. See, still I've got the humor even with bad things happening. Although the humor is slowly leaving too. Like Xander did. Do you know why he's do this?
[PM] Andrew, what's going on? Did Xander give you any clue he was going to do this?
[PM] No. I mean it’s not like I’ve talked to him at all the past few weeks. Buffy what do we do? Do we find him? I need him here. We all do, but mostly me. I’m so used to him being here… I just can’t not have him here. You know what I mean? What do we do? I need help.
I'm really confused right now. I need to lie down. Maybe sleep for a week. Who do I talk to. Blarg. That's the only thing I can think. Blarg. And also "why?"
One going out from Xander to Andrew, saying “Remember?” Any guy with taste like that’s a keeper, Andy!
Shields and Pieces || Andrew and Janet
Jan watched as the watcher held the talisman up to the screen, watching as it seemed to line up completely. Her eyes widened slightly in shock that it was in fact true. Seeing as it did, Janet quickly opened other random files to cover her tracks and then shut them all down; that was after she had recorded where about’s it was and checking the security on it.
“We’re going to have to bypass the legal side of this to get it…” Jan frowned slightly, looking closely at it’s location that she had recorded on her note pad. It didn’t quite seem right - for an unknown artefact it was in a quite low-security area. Low-security always meant one thing to Janet, they would get more questions then answers if they followed it legally - and then she would be probably called in for awkward questioning that Janet was not particularly after at that time.
Janet then stood up from the chair and ripped the sheet of paper from the notepad, stuffing it into her pocket before turning to the watcher. “It shouldn’t be too hard to find…” Jan smiled and walked out into the corridor, motioning for him to follow. So where are the artifacts held? Are there display cases? A holographic decision system where you point to an artifact and it floats to you on a metal blimp type device? Jan could feel her eyes roll slightly. SHIELD was not that cool, they were all in brown paper boxes or grey metal cases stamped with the logo. Janet just kept listening to the watcher behind her, confused why on earth he was that talkative as she swiped open the warehouse door. “Right, don’t speak until we get out.” Janet hissed to the watcher, glancing around the empty warehouse, it’s notorious echoing walls staring back at her as she glanced for the row and section of boxes to find the talisman. A5-6U-3. It wasn’t exactly a reference code that seemed to make sense, but Jan quickly walked to row A towards the 5th rack. “It should be around here…” Jan murmured.
Andrew opened the rack in front of him and began to pull out small brown boxes to find the other half of his talisman. The urge to strike up a conversation with his SHIELD escort had died down now that he was finally about to finish the puzzle that had become so important to him over the past year. This year's memories flooded through his brain. From the death of Annie Ray, to moving in with Xander Harris, to his current visit to SHIELD, and everything pushed him harder to find the other talisman piece. He opened the drawer below the top drawer after he'd finished trifling through its boxes.
In this second drawer Andrew’s eyes settled on a box that was smaller than the others. Printed on top of the small box in blocky gray print was “A5-6U-3”. Slowly he pulled the box out of the drawer and in a voice quieter than a whisper he spoke, “I think I found it,” he said as he lifted the lid off of the box. Inside was a chipped and broken in half piece of a talisman. Andrew reached into the box and pulled the other half of his necklace out. Familiar characters worked their way around the outside rim of the piece and half of a larger character was in dead center.
Andrew brought the piece in his hand close the piece that was attached to the leather cord around his neck. A sort of magnetism surged through the two pieces. It was strong and pulling, and Andrew knew it. He allowed the two halves of the talisman to click together with a larger force than he expected. A glowing aura began to pulse out of the crack of the talisman first, but then spread to the entire talisman. The glow increased in brightness until the entire room of artifacts was lighted and then it died with a quick blinding flash.
“Holy cow,” Andrew said, a little louder than Janet would have liked he assumed. “We should leave now, right?”
