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Instead of aimlessly wandering the country in a broken down jalopy at the end of S3, Xander instead joins the US Marine Corps.
Buffy stared open mouthed at the wavy haired young man before her. She just couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had she heard correctly? Was he kidding, this another in his long carrier of practical jokes? She managed to ask him. “Huh?” the blonde slayer stammered.
“I am joining the marines.” Xander said again. He knew the news would probably stun all of his friends into a confused and stammering silence, so he was patient.
Willow stared as well, still reeling from the shock. “The United States Marines?” she squeaked.
Xander only smiled. “Well, I’m not going to join the Canadians.” He smiled. “I leave for San Diego next week. Everything is ready.”
Willow looked around the room. It was her, Buffy, Giles and Joyce. Oz had left for a gig and wouldn’t be back until next week. “Xander, are you sure?” she asked, standing and walking over to sit next to her best friend since kindergarten. “I mean, if this is just some macho guy thing…” she trailed off.
Xander offered her his best smile. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it, actually. They offered to pay for my college when I get out. We both know I’m not so good with the school. And we know my parents wouldn’t pay for it. It’s a good thing, Willow.” He said softly, wrapping an arm around Willow’s shoulder.
Buffy smiled. “We’ll miss you. How long will you be gone?” she asked.
“Basic is eight weeks. Then it’s on to specialist training which can take anywhere from another three to nine weeks. It all depends on what field I choose to go into.” He said softly.
Buffy nodded and fell silent.
Xander looked over at the two who had yet to say anything. The two whose opinion mattered more to him than his own parents. “You guys haven’t said anything.” Xander said softly.
Giles was cleaning his glasses and looked up at the young man. “Ah, well. If you are certain that joining the military is the course you choose for yourself, then I wish you the best of luck.” Giles said quietly. He smiled at the young man. “I believe the maturity will look good on you.” He said.
Joyce also smiled. “I am very proud of you, Xander.” The scoobies surrogate mother said finally, beaming at the young man. “You will make a fine member of our armed forces.” She said reaching over to squeeze Xander’s hand.
Xander gave his best ‘aw shucks’ smile and looked down, turning a little bit red. “Thank you Joyce.” He said softly.
Finally, Buffy stood up. “Well, since you are sure this is what you want, I say we have a going away party. Pizza, chips, sodas…mochas for me and Wills…” she looked over at the redhead who was nodding eagerly at the chocolaty comfort food. “We’ll miss you Xander.” The blonde said.
Xander stood and embraced Buffy. “I’ll be back before I am stationed. And we can write, email, and phone. I’m not getting out of your lives so easily.” He said. “Now, I believe pizza was mentioned?”
“Off world activation. Receiving SG-5 GDO signal.” The sergeant said.
General Hammond checked the mission logs and frowned. “SG-5 isn’t due back for another week. Open the iris.” He barked. “Combat teams to the gateroom, prepare for hostile forces.”
Several soldiers poured into the gateroom and took up positions along the ramp and in machine gun nests in front of the Stargate. The iris on the gate spiraled open and everyone waited.
Three forms came through the gate. Two were badly wounded; the third was carrying one of them. “Close the iris! Now!” he barked.
General Hammond nodded and the iris closed immediately. “Dr. Fraiser to the gateroom.” General Hammond said quickly and he hurried down to the floor himself. “Colonel, what happened? Where is the rest of your team?” he asked. Seven members of SG-5 were gone. “Was it the Goa'uld?”
Colonel Mark Davies shook his head. “No sir, I don’t know what it was. We were setting up base camp when I noticed that Feretti and Jones hadn’t returned from perimeter check.” He said, looking at his remaining team. “It was a slaughter sir. Nothing worked. P90’s, zats, nothing killed them. They flinched them off like they were spitballs.” He said, shaking his head. “I recommend we lock P74-887 out of the dialing computer sir.” He said.
General Hammond looked at the colonial. “Agreed for now. Get to the infirmary, son. We’ll see about rebuilding SG-5. I want a full report as soon as you are able.” He said.
Colonel Davies nodded and began walking out of the gateroom.
Xander stood at attention as he waited along with the other members of his class. It had been a grueling eight weeks, that was for sure, but it was a piece of cake compared to high school. His instructors all gave him exceptionally high marks in hand-to-hand combat skills, physical strength as well as mental, and they had all recommended him for special ops training. He accepted when he saw it would give him more money for school.
He followed his class as the commencement drills came to a close and they marched out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of red. He chanced a look to see Willow, Buffy, Giles, Joyce and two people he hadn’t met, but from Buffy and Willows letters had to be Tara and Riley. They were all cheering as he walked. Xander stood a little straighter as he marched.
Xander scooped the blonde up and laughed, twirling her in the air as she squealed.
“Xander Harris, put me down!” she screamed.
Xander laughed and let her go. “Sorry Buffster, I just missed you, that’s all.” He beamed and looked at the group assembled to meet him.
Willow hurried up to the young man in front of her and wrapped him in a hug that almost cut off his air supply. She bounced happily and Xander hugged her back, just glad to see everyone was alright.
“Oh. Xander. I have to introduce you.” The redhead stepped away from her best friend and reached her hand back. The blonde behind her took Willows hand and shuffled forward. “Xander, this is Tara.” she said softly.
Xander extended his hand and smiled broadly. “Hi Tara. I’m the one they’ve been telling you lies about.” He said, nodding his head.
Tara immediately looked up. “N-no. They haven’t s-said anything b-bad about you.” She stammered, her face a mask of concern.
Xander saw he had erred and began trying to calm Tara down. “Sorry, Tara. I was kidding. Buffy, Willow and I go way back. I know they’re my friends.”
Tara nodded and stepped back, letting her hair fall over her face. Xander felt a pang of guilt for causing such a reaction in the obviously shy girl.
“Xander, Tara’s my girlfriend.” Willow said softly.
Xander just stared at the blonde, his mouth agape. Fortunately for him, his silence was only a few seconds long. “Nice choice Will. She’s a beautiful young woman.” He said sincerely, wrapping an arm around his oldest friends shoulder.
Willow positively beamed now. “You’re not freaked?” she asked.
Xander shook his head. “Nah. I don’t care who you love, as long as you’re happy.” He said, looking over Willow once. “And it looks like you are very happy.”
Willow nodded. “I am. I am Happy McHappy, the happiest little elf.” She said, intertwining her fingers in Tara’s.
Buffy rushed foreword, dragging Riley. “My turn, my turn.” She bounced. “Xander Harris, meet Riley Finn. He’s in the Marines too.” She said.
Xander shook the young mans hand. “Really?”
Riley nodded. “Yeah. Captain.”
Xander’s face fell immediately and he snapped to attention.
Riley grinned. “At ease private.” He said softly, looking around. “It’s kind of a hush-hush op. So don’t draw attention to it.” He smiled.
Xander nodded nervously. “Yes sir.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Relax Xander.” She sighed. “So, what are you doing now? I mean…where, are you shipping off?”
Xander smiled. “The Navy ships off, Buff.” He paused for a second. “And I guess since the Navy and Marines kind of travel in the same circles, I guess I could ship out to.” He shrugged. “But I haven’t been assigned yet. That’s later.”
Buffy nodded and looked to Riley.
Riley just smiled. “He’ll probably go to weapons training, depending on what he’s interested in. Maybe MP. If so he’s headed to Fort McClellan, Alabama.” He smiled.
Xander nodded. “Ok. Sure.”
Willow shook her head. “No. Done with training. Coming home now.” She pouted.
Xander smiled. “Sorry Wills. I have about, four years to go.” He grinned. “I may even be assigned in Alaska.”
Willow paled visibly.
Tara took the redheads hand and grinned. “I-I think he’s joking sweetie.” She whispered.
“Come on. I have two weeks and I want to spend it with my best friends.” Xander said, wrapping his arms around Buffy and Willow’s shoulders.
The vampire ducked as Xander swung again. But this time, it was a feint. Xander spun and dropped the vamp, and plunged his stake into the vampires’ chest. It turned to dust instantly.
Buffy ran up and grinned apologetically. “Sorry Xander. I let him slip by.”
Xander shook his head. “Yeah. I missed this.” He mumbled, grinning. “No big Buff. I got him.”
Buffy nodded. “I saw that. Go kung-fu Xander.” She grinned. “Learn all that in the marines?”
Xander nodded. “Yep. I picked up on the hand-to-hand stuff really quick, thanks to the scooby training I received before signing up.”
Buffy grinned. “I am so gonna get compensated for that, right?” she teased.
Xander smiled. “I saved your life our sophomore year…how about we call it even?” he asked.
Buffy shook her head. “I have saved your life lots since then. I mean, geez.” She flipped her hair in an exaggerated air. “What’s a girl gotta do to make a living around here?” she laughed.
As the two friends walked through the cemetery, they saw a bright flash of light come from behind one of the mausoleums, followed by a vampire flying several feet through the air and landing with a wet thud over a headstone next to them. Buffy quickly punched a stake through the vamps heart.
Xander watched as an infuriated Willow stormed from behind the crypt and stalked over to the headstone. “Where did he go? Which way?” the redhead demanded.
Buffy grinned sheepishly. “I sort of staked him.”
Willow deflated instantly. “That was my job. He saw my Tara and I wanted to make him suffer.” She growled, folding her arms and pouting.
Xander tried to calm the redhead. “Come on Wills. You know how Buffy gets if she doesn’t get her way slaying. All pouty and quiet, and then poof. Instant explosion Buffy.” He winked at the slayer to let her know he was joking.
Willow did brighten a little. “Well still. It was my girlfriend that mister creeping-around-and-peeking-at-people saw.” She pressed, just as Tara came around the crypt.
“W-willow…sweetie?” she said, rushing up to the hackers’ side. “Are you ok?” the blonde witch checked Willow for any marks or worse.
Willow only smiled under the ministrations of her girlfriend. “I’m fine. Buffy was there to save me.” She said dreamily, staring at Tara.
Buffy actually blushed. “I didn’t do much. Just a quick stake and a small poof.” She shrugged. “So. Pizza, movies and an all night attempt in futility?” she said to the gathered group.
Willow’s smile actually faded and she looked at Xander. “You shouldn’t leave.” She said softly. “You just got back.”
Xander nodded. “I’m sorry Willow. I have to go where they send me, when they send me. I don’t have a lot of choice.”
Xander thought back to the large envelope that was hand delivered to him by four MP’s and sighed. Inside was a letter from his drill instructor, saying he had been very impressed with Xanders performance in basic, and he had made a few calls to old friends on his behalf. One of the calls panned out and they wanted an interview with him. But first, Xander had to sign a Top Secret non-discloser statement and agree to travel to Colorado within three days. This was two days ago. Xander sighed. He would be leaving tomorrow morning at seven a.m. and he would be gone for…who knows how long. He sighed.
“Will we get to watch Apocalypse Now?” Xander asked.
Willow smiled. “I’ll miss you Xander, but not that much.” She grinned.
Xander wrapped an arm around Buffy and Willow’s shoulders, walking between the two of them. “I promise I will write.” He said. “I mean, how long can I stay away from my best buds without going nuts?” he asked. Willow and Buffy both smiled as they walked towards Buffy’s house to enjoy their last night together before Xander shipped out of their lives.
Colonel Jack O’Neill knocked on General Hammond’s door before entering. “You wanted to see me sir?” he asked, slipping his hands into his pockets and rocking on his feet.
“Colonel O’Neill, I have a very important assignment for you.” General Hammond said, handing O’Neill a dossier and smiling.
Jack took the folder and groaned. On the tab, he read ‘Candidates’. “Oh brother.” He mumbled.
Hammond sighed, sitting down. “As second in command of the SGC and team leader of SG-1, it’s your duty to look over new candidates. There is a lot of potential in there, and I want your input. As of now, SG-1 is ordered to stand down while you evaluate the recruits. There will be a bus arriving at 09:30 hours tomorrow. They know they are seeing a top secret Deep Space Telemetry project. There are twenty candidates.” Hammond steeped his fingers. “We will be keeping four of them.”
Jack quickly glanced at the sheets in the folder. “All of them are marines.” He said softly. “Shouldn’t Colonel Makepeace be looking these over?” he asked.
Hammond smiled. “Makepeace is offworld. Besides, it’s not for his team.”
Jack nodded. “SG-5?”
Hammond nodded his head. “Only three survivors. It was touch and go with Simmons, but Dr. Fraiser assures me that he will be fit for duty.”
Jack sighed. “So it looks like I am baby sitting for the next few days.” He sighed and saluted, rather sarcastically. “Thank you General Hammond, sir.” He toned.
Hammond only smiled. “Anytime Colonel. Anytime. Dismissed.” He said, getting back to some paperwork.