Disclaimer: Don't own Buffy or X-Files, wish I did. Not doing this for money, etc, etc…

Yeah, I did it. I've started another fic. And it's another Xander centred crossover with the X-Files, oh well. This is a trial chapter; it will be continued depending on reviews.
Set just after season 1 Buffy, I heard somewhere that they were 15 then and I'm letting Xan have his birthday in the holidays so he's just turned 16. X-Files is before Krycek is Mulder's partner. No pairings yet although I do have one in the back of my mind for Xan that would be fun to use just to mess with two characters heads. I'm an Aussie, I know near nothing of the FBI or Washington DC so please excuse errors in those areas. Will be AU for both.

Chapter 1

Xander smiled nervously at the man behind the counter. He really wanted to get on his way and soon. This place was way creepy.

"Um, hi?"

"Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for an Agent Mulder please." He tried not to fidget as the man stared at him before picking up the phone. Xander went back to staring around at the entrance area of the Hoover building, he'd never thought he'd ever step foot in such a place.

"Why do you want to see him?"

"I've got some papers for him." He indicated his backpack and the man went back to his conversation. He swallowed nervously as the phone was replaced on its base and another man was called over.

"Please follow Agent Stone, he'll take you to an interview room. Agent Mulder will be with you as soon as he's available."

"Ok, thanks." Xander followed the Agent deeper into the building, obediently going through the metal detector and handing his bag over to be searched.


"Who is this informant?"

"Don't know Scully. He asked for me by name so it should be an X-File." They'd reached the room so he glanced through the glass and frowned.

"What is it?"

"He's a kid Scully, a nervous one at that."

"Longer we leave him the more nervous he's going to get." She opened the door and stepped into the room.
"Hello, I'm Dana Scully, this is my partner, Fox Mulder."

"Alexander Harris ma'am." The kid fidgeted in his seat, gaze going from one to the other as the Agents sat opposite him.

"You aid you have information for us Alexander?"

"Xander. It's just for him, at least it is if he's the right Fox Mulder but it isn't exactly a common name. I checked the phone book and you're the only one in it unless of course the guy I'm looking for has moved countries or something and I'm babbling so I'll just shut up now." He gulped as the two just stared at him.

"How old are you Xander?"

"Sixteen, why?" There was an open innocence to him that had even paranoid Spooky Mulder relaxing.

"Doesn't matter. So, you have information for me, if I'm the right Mulder. How will you know?"

"Ever know a nurse named Jessica Stevens?"

"Years ago."

"Then you're the right guy." He dug through his bag and then handed over a folder with a sheepish grin, his bag was a disaster zone.
"Here, she left this for you."

"How do you know Jessica?"

"She was my mother." Scully watched as Mulder paled slightly, obviously he had cared about the woman.


"She died three weeks ago, drunk driver. I was going through her stuff when I found the folder, addressed to you. She wanted you to have it so here I am."

"What about your father? He just let his teenage son travel however far alone?"

"From California and I doubt he's been sober enough to notice I'm gone." The last bit was muttered and from the way he froze it was obvious he hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Have you found a place to stay yet?"

"No ma'am, I was planning to start back tonight."

"What time's your flight?"

"I didn't fly." Xander squirmed.

"You drove?"

"Um, no?"

"Please don't tell me you hitch hiked all the way across the country." Scully frowned at the teen, he was lucky he'd arrived alive and in one piece.

"Okay, I won't tell you."

"That's it, I'm getting you a hotel room. Mulder read the file then meet us for lunch." The two males stared at her in shock. Scully couldn't help it, something about the kid brought out every maternal instinct she had, especially after his comment about his father.

"Really, it's fine! Please I don't want to cause a problem."

"You're not. Go with Scully, she'll get her way somehow kid. I'll see you two for lunch, call me with a destination."

"But…I…" Mulder watched, amused as Scully took charge, leading the bewildered teenager out before he could really argue.


Walter Skinner looked up at the knock on his door and motioned for the other man to come in.

"What can I do for you Agent Mulder?"

"I need some time off sir."

"Anything to do with the informant that Scully was seen escorting out?"

"He's not an informant, he's the son of an old…friend. She died a few weeks ago and he came to give me some things she left for me."

"I'm sorry to hear that, does this have anything to do with your request?"

"Yes sir. I never knew she had a son and was hoping to get the chance to get to know him. Also, he's sixteen and alone here. He hitch hiked from California sir." Skinner frowned at that, no one, especially a kid should be hitch hiking across an entire continent.

"You have your time." He pulled out some forms.

"Here, use this to get him a ticket home, curtesy of the FBI."

"Thank you sir."


Mulder sat at his desk, staring sightlessly at the office door, thoughts whirling through his mind at light speed. How could she have done this to him? What about Xander? He didn't know what to do.

"Mulder?" He looked at his partner.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? You've been acting funny since lunch. What is it?"

"I'm taking some time off, starting tomorrow. I'm going to show Xander around the city, Skinner's putting his ticket home on the government bill. Don't think he liked the idea of a kid hitch hiking."

"What was in the folder Mulder?"

"I can't Scully, please don't ask."

"All right, Just, whatever it is, be careful. I'm here when you need me."

"I know. I'll pay you back for the hotel."

"Forget it, I like the kid."


"Morning Xander." Mulder smiled at the teen in front of him, it was obvious he'd woken him. Xander was standing in the doorway in just his Scooby Doo boxers, sleepily rubbing at his eyes.

"Mulder? What…"

"Come on, get dressed. Breakfast's on me." Before he could protest Mulder steered him back into the room and handed him his clothes, pushing him into the ensuite. He paced as he waited for Xander to dress, all the time wondering if he was doing the right thing.

They'd done the Whitehouse tour and were eating lunch in a park before Xander decided to question his motives. Mulder finished his sandwich to buy himself more time.

"Did you read what was in the folder?"

"No, why?"

"I was twenty-two when I met Jessica, she'd just turned twenty-one and was studying to be a nurse. I was just home from Oxford and a messy break up. We hit it off straight away, she was fun, pretty and so care free. Jessica knew I was on the rebound but didn't care. What ended up bothering her was my applying and being accepted by the FBI."

"She didn't want you to be a Fed?"

"Hated the idea with a passion. Three days later she was gone and I never heard from her again. We had six wonderful months together and she didn't even leave a note."

"When was this? She never mentioned you."

"Sixteen years go." Xander frowned, an uncomfortable feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

"But she married Tony that year…I was a honeymoon baby and premi… Please don't say what I think you're saying!" Xander pleaded desperately. They would have told him, wouldn't they?

"I'm sorry Xander. Jessica knew she was pregnant when she married him. She told him you were early to stop him from working it out. That's what was in the folder. I thought you deserved to know."

"What? That my mother lied to me for sixteen years? Why didn't she tell me?"

"I don't know Xander. Are you mad about me being your father? I understand that you don't know me, I don't know you. I won't try to take your stepfather's place. I have no right to."

"I'm not mad about that, just that she didn't tell me or contact you. I mean, she just walked away with your kid. As for Tony? Not exactly father of the year material." They sat in silence for a while.
"If you'd known?"

"I'd like to think that I could have arranged to be part of your life, even as just an uncle or something."

"So what happens now?"

"I don't know. I would like to get to know you better. I've taken some time off and my boss has gotten you a ticket home curtesy of the government so you can get home in time for school. Unless you want…"

"Do you want me here?"

"I don't know how good of a father I'd be. Mine hasn't been the best example and I'm away a lot on cases. Plus I've made a few powerful enemies you would think nothing of using you to get to me."

"I have a grandfather? It's okay, I don't know if I could desert my friends like that anyway." Xander stared at a nearby picnicking family as they laughed and fooled around happily.
"If it wasn't for all that, would you?"

"I would, it's just not safe."

"But there's no reason to go after the son of one of your old friends, is there?" The teen smiled and he smiled back.

"No reason."

"So, what do you do at the FBI?"

"I head the X-Files." Mulder hid a wince, not a good place for the conversation to be going.

"And that is? How many people work for you? Come on, details!"

"It's just me and Scully in a small basement office. They like to forget I exist whenever possible. We deal with any cases that deal with the unusual, the paranormal. Things like alien, ghost, big foot." Mulder waited for the scorn and disbelief but instead his son grinned.

"Cool. Ever run into vampires?" Xander asked it lightly but he really wanted to know, needed to know if he could tell his father about the hell he had lived through for the past year.

"I've had a few cases of people drinking blood and unusual bite marks."

"But were they actual vampires?" Xander knew he shouldn't be pushing this, if he wasn't already involved then he shouldn't drag him in.

"If you're talking Dracula then no." Mulder watched his sons' reaction; he seemed relieved and disappointed at the same time. Did Xander believe in that sort of thing?

"Oh, anything really weird? Or can't you talk about cases?" Mulder smiled and spent the afternoon telling Xander about some of the weirder things he'd seen over the years.


"This is it."

"Yeah, you have everything?"

"Yep, all set." Xander hefted his backpack, now his carryon. He had already checked his brand new suitcase earlier. His father had insisted on buying him some new clothes and things since he'd extended his trip to spend time with him.

"Good. You've got my contact details if you ever need anything. You'll write?"

"As long as you do."

"I will." Mulder watched as his son shifted nervously.
"Maybe we could meet up for Christmas or next summer?"

"I'd like that." Xander flashed him a brilliant smile.

"United flight 70 to LA is now boarding at Gate 7."

"That's me."

"Take care."

"You too." Xander turned and started to walk towards the gate.

"Xander!" He turned back.
"Call me when you get home?"

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