Title: Occupational Oddities

Author:lisa roquin

Rating: 15 (for mention of HL style decapitation)

Fandom: BtVS/HL

Pairing: Xander, Joe Dawson

Warnings:

Disclaimer:All copyrighted characters and their respective universes are the property of their creators, authors, writers, production companies, publishers etc. Quite simply if you recognize it, it is in no way shape or form mine. This is purely for entertainment. No money made.

Author's Note:

"Crap," Joe Dawson frowned at the young man who stumbled into him right in the middle of Mac's latest challenge.

"What the--"

"Don't interfere you can't interfere. It's not what it looks like I'll explain later." Joe gripped the younger man's arm.

The man's attention was yanked back to the now-finished battle as the quickening started. "Freakin Headhunter Game!" he muttered.

"Wait a minute, you know about Immortals?"

"Uh, hold that thought," the boy was on his feet with a--wooden stake?

"What the hell was that?" Joe demanded a few moments later, trying to wipe dust out of his disbelieving eyes.

"Vampire."

"Vampire?"

"You here official like taking notes about lightning storms?"

Joe blinked. "You know about..."

"I'm with the other half of the Council. I need to find an Adam Pierson. Giles wants a translation. The guy at the bar said you'd have a clue how to find him if you're Joe?"

"Er, yeah, and you?"

"Xander Harris."

"You better keep quiet about being with the other half of the Council. Mac will go ballistic especially after the whole Arihmon thing. Why the hell didn't anyone--"

"Hey, the way the tweed guys ran it back then it's a wonder the world didn't end long before he took down Arihmon for the age."

Joe snorted, "So why do you need to find Adam?"

"We're having trouble with a translation, but what we do have seems to be the usual. Just if he can pick out more details it would be very helpful."

"The usual?"

"Death, destruction, next in a long line of upper level demons and hellgods trying to take over earth. The usual."

"Do I wanna know how often that happens?"

"How often do you hang out in abandoned warehouses watching deathmatches."

"I don't wanna know how often." Joe decided.