Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, violence, swearing, possible humor, blatant use of movie misquotes, OOC, varying chapter lengths. UNBETA'D
Rating:Overall NC17 Individual Chapters PG to NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X (Is there any other?)
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.
Note 1: This was written for the Film challenge on Ultimate_Xander
Note2: This follows the general plot of the film with a few important deviations!
Note 3: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for kicking me up the ass into writing this and holding my hand through the writing and posting process. Without her it would never have been written. *Hugs*
Summary: Alexander Harris is a highly successful author of romantic novels under the pen name Xander Harris. His stories have a twist, his hero is a 500 year old, ensouled vampire called Angel and the love interest is always male. Shy and retiring he lives a quiet, orderly life in the town of Sunnydale where he was born and raised. In contrast his younger step brother Lindsey McDonald lives an exciting life traveling the world and lurching from crisis to crisis. When Lindsey lands in a spot of bother Xander's money can't solve, it's up to Xander to launch a rescue mission. Along the way he meets the handsome, roguish, soldier of fortune William Stone. Question is, is it the best or worst thing to ever happen to him?
Xander's head lolled onto his chest and his fingers curled tightly into the bag on his lap. The stifling heat, the swaying bus and the crash form the adrenalin high that had got him to Colombia; had sent him into a deep sleep shortly after the bus set off.
The bus gave a wild lurch and his head cracked against the window. Xander startled awake. He attempted to look out, but the glass was caked in dust. He reached up and pulled the window down. He gasped in horror.
They were traveling on a narrow, dirt road between mountains of lush, green vegetation, a sheer drop to the right. Tall trees swayed and a monkey chattered nosily as it swung from branch to branch.
The word 'JUNGLE' screamed through his brain.
Hastily Xander jerked up the window.
He looked round. Everyone appeared to be dozing. He had to speak to the driver. He stood and carefully stepping over the legs of the elderly man next to him, he gingerly made his way up the swaying and lurching bus.
He tapped the diver's shoulder. "Excuse me. I'm terribly sorry. When do we get to Cartagena?"
The driver twisted round, a frown on his face. "Que?"
Xander tried again. "Cartagena. This bus goes to Cartagena, when do we arrive?"
The driver twisted further round. "Cartagena? Que'?"
"I need to get to..." Xander looked up, his eyes widened and he pointed and screamed.
The driver spun back to look at the road and jammed on the brakes. The bus skidded and ploughed into the parked jeep with a loud crunch and the screech of twisting metal. The front of the jeep rose into the air and crashed back down on the hood of the bus. Luggage tumbled noisly from the roof of the bus and onto the ground.
Xander was thrown forward against the driver as the wheels buckled and the bus expired with a belch and cloud of steam.
No-one was hurt and the exit from the bus into the clearing was quite orderly. Xander flinched as several passengers glared at him and spat.
Crude wooden cages from the back of the jeep were strewn around. Most broken, birds of all kinds struggled free and flew away. Those cages left intact were picked up by the passengers as they retrieved their luggage and began to walk on up the road.
Last to exit the bus was the Angel look alike.
Xander clutched his shoulder bag. "What do we do now? Where's my case?" He spied his case and retrieved it. He looked a the last of the retreating passengers and made to follow them. The man stepped in his path.
"You don't have to walk." He explained. " There will be another bus."
O'Connor smiled. "Sure. They have schedules even here. I'll wait with you."
Xander ducked his head. He set his case on end, put his parker on top and sat down. Holding his shoulder bag.
O'Connor smiled. "Excuse me a minute." He walked a few yards to check the passengers were well out of ear shot. He walked round the bus drawing a gun.
Xander heard his footsteps and looked up smiling, his jaw dropped at the sight of the gun.
"What!" He jumped up clutching the bag to him.
"Give me the bag!" O'Connor ordered.
"You want my case?" Xander looked puzzled.
"I said the bag, dummy, give it to me."
O'Connor shrugged. "Ok I'll kill you and take the bag anyway."
He leveled the gun at Xander's head. Xander scrunched up his eyes.
From above them came whistling and the sound of someone walking through undergrowth. Xander's eyes snapped open. Both men looked up.
"Alto!" O'Connor shouted.
The man looked up and continued down the incline. "Sorry mate, didn't quite catch that."
"I said halt, fucker!" He fired.
Xander flicnched, ducked and scrambled behind his suitcase.
Swiftly the man's left hand came into view holding a rifle. Without pausing he fired at O'Connor and continued.
O'Connor hit the ground, rolling into the undergrowth and fired again.
The air around Xander exploded with gunfire. Deciding the suitcase wasn't providing enough cover he dived under the bus.
The man bounded down the incline crashing through the undergrowth firing the rifle.
O'Connor continued to return fire.
Xander squirmed further under the bus.
The man leapt into the clearing throwing himself behind a boulder and there was another volley of shots. Then there were several loud clicks.
"Fuck!" O'Connor cursed loudly. He scrambled to his feet and so did the stranger. Before he could fire O'Connor turned and ran.
Xander watched as a pair of dirty, black boots ran passed the bus. There was one more rifle shot, then silence.
There were footsteps and the boots came into view again. They stopped, turned to face the bus. Xander held his breath.
Suddenly a face appeared.
Oz gripped the steering wheel of the ancient Lada as if his life depended on it. He cursed loudly as the car seemed to deliberately hit every pothole and rock on the dirt road. Suddenly a wild looking, disheveled man crashed out of the undergrowth and into his path. He swerved and braked and nearly passed out as he recognized O'connor.
Oz twisted in his seat trying to hide his face.
O'Connor reached in his pocket and slapped a Police Chief Badge against the windscreen. "Policía. I' m que requisa este coche."
"Uh? What? I mean que?"
"Police. I'm commandeering this car."
"What? Yeah, sure. Anything to help the police." Oz began to climb out. "Take it, it's yours."
O'Connor opened the passenger door. "Where are you going? You can drive. Take me to Castillo De San Augustine."
Oz scrambled back in. "Are you sure? Take the car. I'll give it to you as a gift."
Oz started the car.
O'Connor's eyes narrowed. "Don't I know you?"
"Me? No you don't know me. I don't know me so I'm sure you don't."