Death Moves to Sunnydale 7

thor: Tohonomike

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And all of you thought I'd forgotten you… Well, here's more…

Monday Morning

Chase and Alexander strode into City Hall for a meeting with the County Treasurer, Board of Supervisors and City Council. Mayor Wilkins had phoned after the request to meet had been put in, to let them know it would begins at 10, and had managed an hour within the general joint planning session. Mr. Chase had called his 'people' and they were already flying in to meet them, and would arrive shortly.

Xander's jacket fit perfectly, as with Cordelia's shopping expertise it should, and he outshone most of those from Sunnydale. Mr. Chase had a few concerns.

"You know, I got to thinking, the last two nights, with you here, and seemingly occupied, how's your work going uh elsewhere?"

Death considered the question, and even though others might not notice, Mr. Chase could tell it was being processed.

"When you were shaving this morning, you weren't just shaving, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You were hatching ideas, making plans, arriving at decisions, right?"

"I guess so."

"So you understand the concept of what I'm revealing, then. Cool. When you're busy here, your work, what your task is, is being executed elsewhere."

"Of course."

"Now multiply it by infinity and take it to the depth of forever, and you still will have barely a glimpse of what I'm talking about. But I'll have you know, I'm more of an observer. I'm only going to help those who can't figure it out."

Cordelia Chase's grandfather fell silent as they entered the elevator, Alexander's demeanor keeping others from joining them.


"Yes, Bill?"

"How about giving a guy a break?"

"Make an exception?"

"There's one to every rule."

"Not this. Not really."

"Not really? What is the 'not really' Alexander?"

"Friday night, I encounter a being that tried to help another half-way. To give up mortal existence, but not pass on to the next existence."

"A ghost?"

"Not really. More of an energy person that goes off and watches the universe do things."

"I wouldn't mind that."

"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to continue around your living associates."

Chase sighed, "I don't deserve this. I'm still young, this is not my time."

"That's what everybody says."

"I'm not everybody."

"That's what almost everyone says, I imagine."

"I want to live."

"I understand."

"How can you?"

"I, I can't answer that."

"What's it like?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's it like where I'm going?"

"Can you keep a secret?"


"So can I."

"You bastard."

"One can only hope. The fact is, I'm not supposed to tell. But I think you'll do just fine."



They exited the elevator and noticed others waiting outside the meeting chambers. Chase turned to Alexander.

"I want to know more about this halfway thing."

"Alright. We'll take a trip tonight."

Inside the chamber, Xander remained aloof, enjoying the surroundings, the interactions, the by-plays. He smiled at Richard Wilkins and nodded to the man. August 2029 was still on course.

Two hours later, with the blessing of the City and County, and WRC Associates had been licensed and through Chase's other venues finances or granted the monies necessary to by every delinquent property within City and County, at half the assessed value or taxes, whichever was greater. Xander had been declared of age and then appointed VP of the company, with twenty percent to a trust holding the rest for Cordelia. Xander knew he was being bribed, and let it go with an amused smile. As the limousine headed out, he mentioned it.

"A twenty percent bribe, Bill?"

"Maybe. At the very least I'm hoping you'll look after Cordelia's eighty percent when I'm gone."

"I see."

"Do you? Considering your…purpose…I am unable to entirely read you, and I'm usually an excellent judge of character and motive."

"I know. That's why I chose you to…show me a different layer of life."

"Can, can we stay at least until my birthday in a couple of weeks?"


"Cordelia is planning a party, and her parents have given her a 'blank check' in order to make themselves look favorable in my will."

"One last hurrah?"

"One last happy moment for my granddaughter."

Xander looked out the window. He considered the strange feelings he had about Cordelia.

"Probably, Bill. If everything keeps going the way it has, then probably."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, Bill. I know I'm being selfish. Why are we pulling into the high school?"

"You are still enrolled, at least until you receive final notification from the court by end of the week. If I'm your guide, then you know I expect commitments to be kept, and this for now is one of yours."

"You're insistent."

"I am," the billionaire asserted while handing him a large briefcase and a roll of bills.

"What's this?"

"It's a briefcase. Inside you have a laptop, appropriate needs for school and business, and two peanut butter and banana sandwiches."

"Sandwiches?" Xander smiled back. "Please thank Coyle for me."

"I will. And if you see Cordelia, ask her to provide you a ride. Otherwise, call a taxi or call the house for a ride. I, I need some alone time to think things through."

"That I understand, Bill. And I think I'd watch for Cordelia even if you hadn't bribed me."

"Thank you."