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Xander was currently not a happy guy. This was now two end of the world places he's been to, and BOTH have to have the messed up version of his oldest friend. First the vampire version, and now scary veiny black magic Willow was here. This was not good. He was already trying to find some yellow crayons, and hoping she didn't find some old temple to destroy the world with.

In the meantime, he was on the farm, and scavenging pieces of wood for more chests to build.

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Oliver nods. "Who is this woman and what is her description?" His tone is quite business-like.

Xander shook his head, "Nope, no, sorry. I don't know you, for all I know, I tell you and you're just going to kill her or lock her up. Not happening. She's my friend. Normally."

Oliver calmly replies, "Sir, I apologize for my brusqueness, but I am a Godsworn. My order protects the innocent and helpless and takes no life carelessly. Your original statement lead me to believe this woman may be dangerous, and you told me nothing contradict that."

Xander got into his face now, narrowing his one eye, "So what, you're like a male Slayer or something? Come on, I know all about it. Or are you like the Council, kill first and try later? No thanks, don't need your kind of 'help.' You just sit back in your tower and get blown up while people like my friends save the world yet again."

Beauregard whickers slightly as Xander steps towards them; Oliver puts a soothing hand on the horse's neck and he calms instantly.

Oliver has tempered his passions (mostly), and, though his jaw briefly clenches, it relaxes a moment later. Xander is young.

"I, myself, understand little of what you said. We come at this issue from different experiences and perspectives. Perhaps if we discussed these further, we might find we have more in common than we think."

Young in that he's early twenties, but there was some hidden maturity from experience. "Yeah, well how many times have you nearly seen the world end, huh? Bet I can top you there."

Xander added, "I got my friend back the last time she was like this. I can do it again. She's my responsibility."

"Likely you can, at that," Oliver says. He's not quite seeing how everything relates to the magic evil woman.

After a moment, Oliver says, "I truly would like to believe that it will be as successful and you think it will be. But I have experience with magic and madness of my own, and plans against those that have both rarely go as one would expect."

Let him respond to that, or not, if he wants. He doesn't want to push too quickly.

"You don't know her like I do. Known each other since childhood. Not going to just hand her over to some stranger to deal with."

"Sir, we speak at cross purposes. If you tell me her description and I see her, I will watch her to make sure she harms no one. Surely, you cannot object to someone dangerous being watched? I thought perhaps I would spread the word to the leaders of this community to let them know - if you've not already done so.

"That is all I intended to do had you given me the information, and that is all I still intend to do."

"I'll take care of it. She's still a Scooby. There's only two people who gotta worry about her, and pretty sure they're still back in my world. Well, one would have still been alive in her time, he's already dead in mine."

He added, "That's how I know I'll get her back. It's already happened for me. She's from my past."

Oliver digests this for a moment.

"Have you seen any foxes in the area?" Oliver asks, glancing around in case he might catch one.

Xander eyed him greatly with the one eye, "The furry kind or the female kind?"

Oliver is obviously missing something.

"Furry - unless they walk as a human. My land has demonic creature that can shift between man and beast. Since I am here, I constantly wonder if any others from my land have joined me."

And if they're making people crazy, because what other explanation is there for Xander's words? (Alternate timelines? No one explained that to Ollie.)

"Haven't see either regular foxes or werefoxes, or werewolves around here either." Another narrowed look at him, hoping that wasn't going to mean this guy was going to hunt those too just because some of them have a bad time for a few days out of the month.

"You have beast-skins in your land?" Oliver replies, interested - but not responding to the warning in Xander's gaze.

Smug look, "Yeah, one was a friend of ours. He was fine rest of the time, just had his bad days once a month. And he helped us with getting rid of one of the bad ones."

Oliver's expression cycles between confusion, concern, and disbelief. Is he being mocked? Is Xander mad? Oliver really can't tell.

"You have some unusual friends," Oliver eventually says.

"My hometown was over a Hellmouth, you either get used to the wacky, or you break out the aluminum foil pyramid hat," He shrugged.

"Least I haven't seem any vampires around here. Now them? That's a problem."

The term 'Hellmouth' is descriptive enough that Oliver catches the gist.

"I don't know of those - some sort of demon, I assume?"

Oliver resolves to go fox hunting sometime. And build more Wards. He'd at least be able to figure out if Xander is telling the truth then.

"If Giles was around, he could draw you a really detailed lecture with pictures that would take several hours. I'll try to sum it up. Person runs into vampire, vampire sucks on human, human sucks on vampire. As Buff would say, it's a big sucking thing. They die and somewhere in it, a demon possesses the body. Boom, new vampire."

Oliver brightens. See what he meant about their possibly having something in common?

"Much like how a demon devours the soul of a human to make a beast-skin in my land."

Except without the dying bit.

"Sort of. Werewolves aren't demonic in my world. Just you get infected if bit by one, and then you're stuck with hair in not just weird places, a bad overbite, and a nasty temper during the full moon. That's all."

"Some beast-skins pass their curse on by bite, others by demonic rites.

"You mentioned Slayers, before. I assume they slay vampires?"

"Yep, used to be one girl in a generation, but we uh... kind of modernized it recently. Not just a single Chosen One. And sure, they slay vamps, demons, just about anything nasty that goes bump in the night or the day."

"The job description sounds similar to my own - the combat duties, at any rate. Every 'Sworn has their own parish that they visit when they're on leave, to attend to duties of the faith.

"It seems in your land, power is not quite as tied to God's laws." Obviously, if women have supernatural abilities, though he says this with no value judgement. (Still wondering if Xan's crazy, but it no longer shows on his face.)

"Congratulations on creating more Slayers, though. What a joyous aid to your cause."