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Summary: What if Xander's car didn't break down in California on that ill-fated road trip? What if he made it to Missouri? This is the Xander/Asher I started for the midyear Fic-a-Thon, now completed

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Anita Blake > Xander-Centered > Pairing: AsherdulcineaFR181764,028111149143,93821 Jun 0417 Aug 04Yes

Every Time I Pass a Wheat Field

Back, to the future....

Giles had woken shortly after Xander had pulled out of the gas station, and asked if he could take his driving shift early, before the girls had a chance to wake and get rowdy. Xander had been driving for several hours, and was thankful to hand over the wheel. He crawled to the back of the bus and stretched out on the last empty seat left, quickly falling asleep.

“Xander?” A voice whispered in his ear.

“No, we’re not there yet, Andrew. Quit asking.”

“Mon dieu! Mon ami? You are there?” The voice was no longer a whisper but Xander couldn’t quite figure out where it was coming from. He really didn’t want to open his eyes. “Please, mon ami, do not wake up.” The voice pleaded.

“Asher?” Xander mumbled.

“Oui. You remember.” As Xander concentrated on the voice, the face became more apparent. Asher had not aged at all, but then it was hardly surprising considering what he was. He did however look far more tired than Xander remembered.

“Of course I remember.” Xander smiled. “How could I forget?”

“I have been so worried for you. Anita assured me it was the Hellmouth, but it felt wrong to lose contact so quickly.” Asher spoke quickly, eager to be back with his servant, if only in their dreams. “Are you away from the town?”

“The town doesn’t exist.” Xander answered with a bit of a shrug. “It’s more a crater now.”

“Oh, I am sorry.” Asher immediately picked up on the mood. “Would you like to sit?”

“That would be nice.” Xander smiled weakly.

“Very good.” Xander soon found himself back on the most comfortable bed in the world.

“Back in St. Louis?” He frowned.

“We are not leaving this room. Now, come here.” Asher patted the bed next to him. Xander crawled into Asher’s lap, resting against the man’s strong chest. Reaching next to him, Asher picked a book up off the nightstand. “Now where were we?”

“You kept my bookmark.” Xander said, surprised to see the old grocery list tucked between two pages.

“But of course.” Asher opened to the mark, and began reading quietly. It had been a long day managing his friend and master’s affairs, and he could think of no better way to spend those last minutes before dawn than wrapped up in Xander and Dumas.

~*~

Andrew woke up a little bit before sunrise and peeked at the seats around him. He thought he had gone to bed a seat away from Giles, but when he looked, it was Xander taking up the long back bench. Around him, slayers both young and old were whimpering in nightmares, but behind him, Xander was smiling in his dreams. It was so sad what happened to Anya, but perhaps in his dreams, Xander had found a way to be with the one he loved. Andrew sighed, it was so sweet. Oh well, time to ask Giles to stop, because when you gotta go, you gotta go.

~ The End ~

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