title: Weird How Life Goes Sometimes

author: lisa roquin

rating: R/NC17

fandom: BtVS with shades of SG1

series/sequel: nope

characters/pairing: Xander/Graham

disclaimer: all copyrighted characters and their "universes" belong to their respective authors, writers, creators, production companies, producers and long lists of people that are so very much not me. Quite simply, if you recognize it, it isn't mine. No profit made, no harm intended, just having fun.

summary: Life just never turns out how you might imagine, but sometimes that's a really good thing.

author's note: I am completely incapable of writing a drabble when I offer to do requests or drabble type memes it seems. *sigh* for tthjinni who asked for X/G.

It started with a fairly serious game of cat-and-mouse. All the Scoobies had been shadowed for a while about a year or so after Sunnydale had been sucked into the Hellmouth as it closed permanently.

Someone with more power than brains came across the original Initiative work. They'd been spooked by a librarian and three nineteen year olds taking out a military base.

Riley had given them the heads up. His team had been called in to be 'questioned' about the Scoobies. Graham had been the one to get in touch personally with Xander, spent his leave on "safari" to track him down. Xander just dared anyone not to drool over Captain Graham Miller in fatigue pants and a tank top. Of course, then, Xander would have cut his own tongue out before saying as much.

Evidently there were 'grave concerns' because of some ties which, at the time, made no sense. Xander's Aunt Janet--his mother's sister--had been in the Air Force, and MD and a major on a highly classified project. Xander had a cousin Cassie that he'd looked up because of all of this. He'd never known about any of it. His mother and her sister hadn't spoken since Xander was a little kid and his grandmother had died. He hadn't known Aunt Jan was military. He hadn't eve known he had a cousin Cassie.

The two of them had hit it off. All the "real" family either had left. Though Cass counted the core group of her mother's friends and Xander counted the Scoobies as family.

Xander had ended up moving to Colorado to be near Cassie. He had been put in charge of the western half of the states running Slayer-camps and keeping tabs

Weird really how circumstances can shove people into your life. Riley's buddy Graham who had...been on a skiing vacation of all things. Graham had swung by just to double check that there hadn't been any trouble, more talk had surfaced. Xander had been perversly thrilled that Graham had come by personally. Ridiculous. They'd hit it off in Africa. Exchanged the odd rare email. Xander had been certain that any attaction was all on his part. Still, Graham was a cool guy and somehow they'd gotten to be friends.

On day two of Graham's visit, the NID, the ones who had backed the Initiative, tried to abduct Cassie.

Tried. Well, succeeded. They didn't get very far, though.

Score Military Base number two for the Scoobies. Well, a warehouse occupied by military. And a scooby along with an army captain.

They'd gone after the NID bunch that had Cassie. The bunch that thought they were going to be the Cavalry--O'Neill, Carter, Jackson and the guy they tried to pass off as Murray your average human, got there after the fact.

Two NID were dead. The rest were tied up and unconcious. The Warehouse was a complete loss. Cassie was banged up. Xander was battered and had a dandy ole goose egg. Graham had taken a bullet in the thigh. Very nasty wound which had shattered bone and well, it had taken some "other" medical techniques to reverse the damage. Both in the form of alien healing devices and later magic when Willow finally came to visit.

Graham had ended up in Xander's spare room. When Slayers and Cassie arrived for the duration of spring break, Graham had ended up in Xander's bed--purely platonically. A male hideout against the instant estrogen to the ceiling.

Graham had been recruited for the SGC.

Weird how life happened sometimes.

Cassie was in med school. Xander had a full fledged Slayer house, and a whole three dozen Slayers, each with a Watcher, about half with a witch or other back up. He was directly in charge of in charge of them all.

After his recovery Graham had stayed on with Xander, ended up on SG10. Even before his recovery was complete Graham had ended up in Xander's bed. Five years later he was still there. Xander couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. An alien or a demon to kill one of them, or Graham just wake up and come to his senses and walk.

"You woke me up with your thinking." Graham murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Brooding time of year." Xander said distractedly as the hand that had been absently rubbing Graham's back now moved with a purpose. "Apocalypse season does that." Only a little time until he was off to fight the latest big bad, and Graham would be off on another planet by the time Xander came back, if--no not going there. Not going to jinx himself.

"Mmm."

"Spring Apocalypses put a crimp in summer vacation plans. Plaster leaves the worst tan lines." Xander rolled them both over and covered Graham's body with his own.

"Does" Graham agreed with a soft moan as he rocked up against Xander. "When they coming for ya?"

"Mmm," Xander barely glanced at the clock. "Two hours. Willow will be popping in."

"Thanks for the warning." Graham gasped as Xander leaned down and bit his neck softly. "Dumping hot coffee in my lap hurt. And--ahh--"Graham gasped as Xander continued his downward path and reached for the lube on the night stand. "Explaining that to O'Neill"

Xander grinned and nipped at Graham's flat stomach before he pulled back to put some lube on his fingers "Actually, I think your expression telling Cass was worse."

"G-aahhh.--God don't remind me" Graham gasped as a slick finger breached him, unerringly hit that spot. "Xan..." Again. And again. Slow deliberate. "Gonna shoot you if you don't hurry it up." Graham growled.

"Mmm, can't have that." Xander managed. They both groaned as he slid into Graham. Neither wanting this to end too soon. Both needing to prolong this as long as they could though their bodies seemed to have other ideas. Words giving way to rasped sounds of need and want, more, yes, harder, fuck, love you.

"Xa-aan!" Graham shouted.

That sent Xander over the edge. Graham was always so controlled, and so quiet.

"You better fuckin come back home." Graham said roughly when they'd both caught their breath a while later a tangled sticky mess.

"I will." Xander promised. He had a damn good reason to get back home alive and mostly in once piece.

"Goddamn White Knight complex is going to get you killed."

"Says Mr. For God and Country fighting Aliens."

Lazy kisses and touches in silence just ...just not ready to move. Until the alarm started blaring.

"Wills will be here in forty-five." Xander sighed reluctantly.

"Shower. I'll get coffee going."

A final kiss. There was no talk of either of them quitting their jobs. It would eventually get one, or both, of them killed fighting aliens or demons. But it was what they did. Neither would change that. Weird how life turned out sometimes and gave you what you never imagined could be exactly what you wanted and needed until you had it.