The Day of Swearing.
Xander rolled over to look at Ezra, then at the clock, then back at his boyfriend. Ezra had let them sleep in this morning. John was back on Atlantis, trying to pry Evan out of a closet to make him go shopping. Xander had to shop today. Maude showing up for a week had derailed those plans. Personally, Xander felt he could wear something in his closet but Ezra said he had to have a new suit. Fortunately, Ezra was still asleep.
Xander slid closer, nuzzling Ezra's bare chest. He licked over a nipple, glancing up. No response. Hmm. That meant he got to play. He shifted to reach the other one, making Ezra shift toward him. That made things easier. Xander nibbled and licked his way down to the hard cock waiting on him.
He thought about waking him up with a good blowjob but that was so cliche and Ezra deserved a happy morning before making him whine about shopping. Xander kept nibbling while finding the lube and working himself looser. Then he slowly slid on top. Ezra might wake up at being mounted. He slowly slid down and smiled when he made it all the way down. He squeezed gently then shifted up and back down.
Ezra woke up comfortable, warm, and realizing someone was presently on top of him. He knew he was with Xander so he wasn't worried about it being a problem. He blinked at him, smiling. Xander grinned back, leaning down to kiss him. Ezra groaned, feeling how he was encased. He pushed up, taking his pleasure and making sure Xander was happy.
"Did we get a bit needy this morning?" he teased, taking another kiss. He flipped them over, making Xander get loud and happy. Xander rode him as long as he could then he finally had to come, which let Ezra go over finally. Ezra cuddled him. "It's not fair that you're driving me back to a nap when I just got up."
Xander smiled, hugging him back. "I think we can stay here all day if you want."
Ezra yawned. "That will not get you out of going to Armani or anywhere else," he said with a smile. Xander moved down to lick at his boyfriend some more. Ezra let him attempt to catch his attention that way. It was nice of him. He'd still have to shop though.
Xander walked into his office for the emergency meeting, finding John and Evan there as well. "Hey. Problems?"
"Slightly," John said dryly. "That military maneuver yesterday? Totally illegal and there's a full push of military people getting panicky."
Xander looked at Evan. "Think if I tell them about some of the combat I've faced it'll help?"
"Maybe," he admitted.
Xander nodded, going to get something and coming back. Soon the Joint Chief came in. This time's was the head of the Marines. Xander slapped him on the arm with the journal. "My work journal from Africa and hunting down the slayers that didn't get killed."
"Why give this to me?" he asked.
"Because it'll make some of your people quit panicking like teenage girls before their first time," Xander said bluntly. "I hate like hell having to arrest good soldiers because they're acting like I'm asking them to bend over and take it."
He nodded. "I've seen." He sat down to go over the journal, giving him a horrified look a few pages in. "You did what!" he demanded.
Xander looked then at him. "They were in the way." He smirked. "I think I know a bit and I think I can lean on Jack and John and Evan if I have to. Right?"
"Sure, if you can find us," John agreed with a smile. "I'm going to be hiding."
"He made sure I can't hide," Evan complained. "But if we have issues, then so be it. I'm there."
The general stood up. "Can I take this to the other Joint Chiefs, sir?"
"I'm Xander, not sir," he said bluntly. "You can't yell 'Our Most Excellent, President Harris' across a field, dude." He stared at him then smiled. "Though I will warn you I am scarily self trained in combat maneuvers, beyond a possession and D&D. I'll lean on Evan for that."
"I'll warn them," he said, shaking his hand and walking out. He was already praying that no one attacked the US or its allies in the next four years. He didn't want to know how something the kid owned trained him to do battle combat maneuvers.
Xander looked at John. "How long do you think it'll take?"
"Six months. There's militias all over the US that already hate you." Xander shrugged. "And some in other countries. Rome won't talk to you."
"I didn't like talking to the Pope the last time I talked to him," he said bluntly. "Especially since I was taking a slayer away from his guards. Midori really needed better stealth skills when going after higher ranking demons."
Evan held up a hand. "Stop, I don't want to know," he ordered. He walked off shaking his head.
"Colonel Lorne," Buffy said cheerfully. "Jack sent me to take you shopping." She smiled and took his arm, walking him off. "Have you thought about your appearance schedule and what you'd like them to talk about on the entertainment shows for the next four years? That way we can tailor your look to that."
"I'd like to be in BDU's as often as possible."
"John managed it quite often, the same as Xander does jeans. Even though he shouldn't wear them as much as he does." She looked him over. "You're built nicely, you're handsome, so we can make you the fashion plate that John was as the VP. That way they don't nag you as much as they did Xander."
Evan was getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. John liked to be mean to him sometimes. He was sure he couldn't beat the former First Lady and slayer to get away from her. Maybe a distant relative would show up to save him? Within an hour, he had changed it from a soul sucking relative to the wraith. He'd take being fed on right about then. Clearly this was O'Neill's punishment for not hiding enough. Maybe if he flirted with her, O'Neill would kill him?
Xander walked onto the elevator at the SGC, his guards trying to keep up. He got off and stomped toward the infirmary. He knew the layout from the maps. He walked into the infirmary. "Is my VP going to live, Doctor Lam?"
She stared at him. "How did you get here, sir?"
"I flew like the wicked witch," he said dryly. "Is he okay?"
"He'll be okay."
"I can die," Evan said.
Xander stared at him. "If you do, I'm taking O'Neill's...nephew." He smirked evilly.
"You can't do that," Jack said as he walked in.
"I can so. Just like you did because I'm not sworn in yet." He gave him an evil smirk.
"Shit," Jack muttered. "He'd kill you."
"Yay? Like half the US hasn't tried?" He shrugged. "And you know, there'll be the big push the night before the swearing in to kill me so therefore your ...nephew would be in perfect position for the O'Neill legacy."
"Doc, you gotta save Lorne's life," Jack ordered.
"He'll live. We will be locking up Mr. Harris' gun collection the night before the swearing ceremony?"
Xander smirked. "I'm being diverted beautifully that night I'm told." He looked at Evan. Then at Jack. "I need your nephew anyway."
"Why?" Jack demanded.
"The Joint Chiefs want me to have a military advisor. General Vallance said to pick him because then you'd get to watch over his shoulder. So your wife needs to torture him by making him shop."
"Kill me?" Evan begged Doctor Lam.
"It won't save you. Willow knows resurrection spells," Xander quipped.
"Don't you dare offer that, Mister," Willow complained.
Xander stared at her. "I see Rodney can do more than complain at John." She blushed, holding her stomach. "The Joint Chiefs picked my military advisors. So go find the littler O'Neill that Buffy's not carrying for me."
"She is not," Jack complained. "Calm down, Xander."
"She is. She was looking at cribs," Evan moaned. He looked at Xander. "I'm too injured to take the job if you fall, sir. I should be allowed to retire."
"As got pointed out to me, FDR did it in a wheelchair. So even if Doctor Lam of big needle guild has to turn you into a cyborg, you're still able." He walked over to look at him. "In four years, I'm campaigning for someone. If you're not a good boy, that's you." Evan whimpered. Xander smirked his most evil smirk. "If you're a good boy, we can both campaign for someone else."
"Geez, that's mean," John said as he appeared in a flash of light. "Xander, how did you get out here so fast?"
"The Secret Service had the emergency beaming stones set to here." He grinned. "It lands you up by the gate."
"I'll have them fix that shit later." He smiled at Jack. "The Joint Chiefs are sacrificing your clone, General. Sorry. I tried to talk them into using someone more usual and standard military. It was him or Mitchell and Mitchell was thought to be too playboy for DC."
"Thank you, God!" Cam yelled from the hallway. "Let me find an off-world orgy in thanks!"
Xander snickered. "I might ask to go too but Ezra would be mad at me," Xander called. "The Joint Chiefs have offered me the littler O'Neill on a pole. Can you tell him he has to shop?"
"Sure," Cam agreed, running off before he got picked for something.
Xander looked at the scowling general. "Do you want to keep Homeworld?"
"Fine." He grinned. "I'm not mean. I watched how you did it to learn how to subtly screw things up."
"Try really hard, kid."
Xander smiled. "Of course I am. Though we're still debating on the big, gay wedding thing."
"Do it on a massive holiday," John quipped.
"Ezra doesn't forget dates. I do but he doesn't." He looked at Evan, who was saying silent prayers. "Are we going to be a good boy so we can both escape in four years?"
"Yes," he complained. "If I have to."
Xander leaned down. "Unless I die, you only have to go treat the Senate like the children they pretend to be and a few other things. If I die, you're screwed." He grinned. "So?"
"I'm going to make sure you don't even get a papercut," Evan assured him.
"Talk to Ezra," Xander quipped with a grin.
"I have. I'll make sure of it. Are you moving your armory to the White House's armory?"
"I'll want to take it with me when I get to escape. If I do that, they'll try to claim I donated it."
"Yes, you are," Jack ordered.
"But... my pretties!" Xander complained.
"Don't care." Jack smirked. "And I'll deal with the Joint Chiefs for you."
"They said they didn't care if you did complain. They didn't care if you shot them all."
"Shit. They want him," he said.
"Yup and he's barely old enough for VP." He grinned sweetly.
"Damn it." He walked off to warn his clone. The 'HELL NO!' from the gateroom echoed all the way up to the infirmary. Xander grinned at Willow, who backed out slowly and carefully. "Is she one I'll get to help train?"
"Nope, he's not."
"Cool!" He beamed at her. "I still want baby pictures."
"Of course I will." She fled, going to find Buffy to tell her Ezra had driven Xander insane.
Buffy leaned in a few minutes later. "I'm not pregnant, Xander."
He looked at her, walking over to pull her into the room. He stared at her stomach then at her. "Then what did you eat that made you gain ten pounds in that one spot and nowhere else? Any other time you gain weight, you go up a cup size." She swatted him. "You're the one who taught me about bras and boob weight gain, woman." He stared at her. She went pale, shaking her head. "Yeah, I think you are." He handed her to the doctor, who pulled out a needle and a test tube.
"JACK!" she wailed a few minutes later. He came jogging in, letting her cry on him. "I'm pregnant!"
"Shh. We'll handle it, Buffy." He glared at Xander, who shrugged.
"She's the one who taught me what girlish weight gain looked like."
"Fine. Let's go talk. We'll figure stuff out." She sniffled, hugging Jon since he had followed. "All yours, Xander."
"Thanks. I'm not godparent material either but I want pictures."
"Sure," Jack agreed, smiling at him.
Jon stared at Xander. "Why did I get offered up?"
Xander pointed at Jack and Buffy. "That means you'll have to be there for weekly update meetings from the Pentagon. Find a uniform or a suit. They said so."
"Can't I shoot myself?"
"Not if I can't," Xander said.
"You even try and I'm going to beat you into a revivable coma," Evan warned. He shifted with a grunt. "Doc, can't I have pain killers?" Xander reached over to knock him out.
"That'll work too," Doctor Lam decided. "Much less mind clouding." She pulled out another needle. "Xander, we need to make sure that taint isn't spreading."
"Hit an artery?" he begged.
"There's no way I'd do that to Evan. I like Evan, he's sweet."
"I try," he complained. "I even let Ezra take me shopping again." He took off his jacket and let her find his vein to pop the needle into. He looked at Jon. "Foreign intel thinks that some foreign militaries aren't fond of me. Apparently the Joint Chiefs want some higher brains than mine in DC. By the way, they know."
"They know?" Jon demanded.
"Yeah, somehow they know."
"Not my fault or yours but they really love your BDU's, Jon." He grinned. "John, can I keep Chuck?"
"We'll see." He looked at Jon. "They haven't told me this but they don't think he's more than small group combat trained. Even with what he did in Africa." Xander nodded. Doctor Lam bandaged him and Xander put back on his jacket. "Did you warn Larabee or anyone before you disappeared?"
"JD saw me reaching for the emergency stone."
"Huh." He called. "Chris, John Sheppard. I'm in eyes-sight of Xander. Yeah, here with me. Came to nag Evan when they evacuated him. Thanks." He hung up. "He was growling but not panicked."
"I figured JD would tell him." He looked at Jon. "Come see me the next day. If you want to party at the balls, go for it. They'll ask who you are. A few news reporters got leaked that story by the Pentagon. Apparently they have loose lips that do more than suck the entire battleship." He used his stone to go back. "Doctor Lam said Evan's fine," he told Chris since he was in his office. "We agreed neither of us would commit suicide the night before the swearing in but in four years we'd both be pushing for someone else."
Chris nodded. "That might work with you," he said dryly. "Warn. Me," he growled.
"Sorry! I know JD saw me reaching for it."
"Uh-huh." His phone beeped with something. "You have more than your sword collection?"
"No comment to the ATF officer," Xander quipped. Chris glared at him. "I hold the DC Slayer's arsenal if necessary."
"Where? We haven't seen that."
Xander smiled. "Magic."
"Uh-huh." He stared at him. "It gets moved here. If she needs it, we can hand some to her."
"We have a calling stone set up in case she needs something. It won't work here."
"You can't leave it there."
"I'll have someone redo that spell," he muttered. "Set it up in my off-duty house."
"You're not moving it to Denver!"
Xander shrugged. "I will when I finally get to escape back there." He smiled.
"Yay. You do realize you're less than a hundred miles from the main Stargate and all the trouble that could bring?"
"Under my direct supervision only," he ordered.
"I'll let you bargain me down to Ezra helping me pet the babies and pretties."
Chris considered it then nodded. "Deal." He shook his hand. "Eat something. Ezra's looking for you to paddle you to death." He walked off. "Standish, you're now in charge of the DC slayer's arsenal."
"We have one?" Ezra asked casually. Chris smirked and nodded. "That's fine, I'll get an inventory from our future president."
"He's hiding from the spanking."
Xander snuck around them, blowing a kiss. "We'll see. I didn't like spanking games with Anya so we'll have to see." He stared at Chuck. "Don't make me replace you?" he begged.
Chuck smiled. "I'm considering it, Xander."
"Evan could use you. Plus we're getting the mini Jack. The Joint Chiefs said so."
Chuck laughed. "Yeah, that might be bad. We'll see." Xander smiled. "Anything for your first few days?" Xander jogged back to get it and brought it back. He looked through things. "Wow." He looked at him. "This is...."
"Yeah." He smirked. "A lot. Horace at the House heard already." He walked off before Ezra could grab him. "Hi, Ez."
"It will not save you," he called. "I will get you later. Your dogs will help me."
Xander blew a kiss back and ducked under the arms of one of the door guards. "Sorry, guys, escaping the pouting."
Chris looked at Ezra. "You need leash training."
"He'd never wear a collar daily," he quipped back sarcastically. Chuck burst out laughing and had to run to the bathroom. Ezra went to calm Xander down. "What arsenal?" he asked casually.
"Have we perhaps named the artillery?"
"Only the few I've had since Sunnydale."
Ezra stared at him. "I'm starting to fear for my sanity." Xander gave him a deep, moan inducing kiss. "That helped slightly. Dinner so we can look over your inventory?"
"Sure. Should I pick up something?"
"Please. Something not steak in case I get nominated for something else." Xander grinned and headed into the kitchen. Ezra shook his head. The door guard coughed. He looked at them. "He's trying to get himself out of trouble."
"Clearly, sir. My wife does the same thing only I get a naked dinner being fed to me from my lap."
Ezra smiled. "He's creative enough to do so without hints. Let me help him make sure the rest of the staffers wish to stay." He went to make sure of that. Some of them didn't like Xander and how blunt he was. Fortunately the Chief of Staff had lists of replacement staffers. Including for himself. He was retiring to raise his grandchildren as he had announced. He knew most of them had decided Xander was too blunt and would cause problems. He would have to work on that with him soon. Sometimes you couldn't air every thought you had.
Xander put on his suit for the swearing in, sighing in displeasure. "I still look like a dork."
"You're supposed to be serious looking today," Ezra reminded him again.
"How is looking like a dork looking serious?"
He looked at him. He gave the pants a tug back into the proper place then helped him tuck in his shirt. It was too short. Too small too. "Whoever messed that up did a fine job of it."
"Clearly." Xander stripped and went to find another of his new suits. "Ezra, they're all misfitted except my tux and the one you said made me look nauseous."
He came to help him with a sigh. "Wear that one," he said with a point. "You haven't worn it outside of a date."
Xander kissed him. "That was the first time I got to do more than kiss and be cuddly." He smiled, pulling it down to find a shirt. Ezra handed one and a tie over. "Tie too?"
Xander nodded, changing and going to stare at himself. He checked his shoes. Uncomfortable dress shoes. He switched them out for dress shoes made by a sneaker company. They were more comfortable and had some traction. He'd have some blisters later but he could treat those.
"Your feet will be sore."
"Can I wear black sneakers?"
"No." He smiled, holding out the old pair. "I shined them myself." Xander took another kiss and traded them out. Ezra got into his best suit, looking at himself. It too had mysteriously shrunk. He put on his favorite one and it was better. He and Xander left to start the Presidential walk while Ezra waited at the end. He handed him to Chris and Buck, who nodded back. He got taken to the podium seating area. He nodded at the ones sitting near him.
Evan's grandfather smiled at him. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
"It is quite a pleasant day. It could be a much colder hike for Xander and Evan." The old man smiled at him. "I'm hoping they thought to de-ice it."
"I'm sure they have. We can't interrupt a swearing in for a set of x-rays and a cast."
Ezra looked at him. "Xander is the sort that would carry on and do his duty then whine about being injured or hide from the doctors all together."
The older man laughed. "Evan thankfully grew out of his phase like that." They smiled as the people near them cheered. "So, there's rumors about a marriage?"
"Not at this point. We are merely dating right now." He smiled. "Perhaps sometime in the next few years."
"Like your mother?" he asked.
Ezra stared at him then shook his head. "No. I wish to add no pressure to the incredible load he already bears," he said quietly. "My job as his boyfriend is hard enough without having to help him be pressured by those who want a piece of him. Being his husband would not shield him and may make things more severe. I cannot do that to anyone."
"Some of those conservative folks might like it if you did marry. It would prove he had good, family oriented ethics."
"I've heard that theorized but half of them still hate him for no longer dating dangerous women."
"True. But you can't please everyone all the time."
"I know. We're still thinking about it." He smiled as the parade got closer and they walked through the crowds shaking hands. "He is wearing his destiny quite well today."
"He is. Doesn't look all that nervous."
"He doesn't want the job but he knows it's his duty and the people have spoken," Ezra said quietly.
"Some people are meant to lead men, even if they aren't meant to be politicians, Mr. Standish."
"Exactly." The old man smiled and nodded. "Evan was the same?"
"Quite. I made sure he had everything he needed last night, including a fifth of good scotch."
Ezra laughed. "Xander and I went for a midnight ride last night."
"You ride horses?"
"Yes, Xander and I both do. My teammates and I taught him actually." He smiled as they ascended the stairs, clapping. Xander grinned at him before turning to the Chief Justice. Cordelia chose to show up but Xander glared until she quit and floated off. Ezra sighed, shaking his head. "We really do have to banish Miss Chase."
The old man laughed. Evan smiled at him. He smiled back. "A former girlfriend is always your harshest critic." Xander took his oath and they clapped. Evan took his and they clapped. Then Xander gave his, obviously prepared for him, speech. The crowd went wild and it was good. They all fled for warmer areas. Evan's grandfather caught up to him, giving him a hug. "I'm proud."
"Thanks, Grandfather." He walked him into the White House.
Xander took Ezra's hand to hold as they walked in. "I made it through it without puking," he said happily.
"You did an excellent job," Ezra assured him with a smile. "Even with Cordelia showing up."
"I really should banish her someday soon." They went to the office.
John smirked. "I left you guys a fully stocked bar for the nights when you need it and a lot of people who want to congratulate you both." He shook their hands.
Xander filled out something and handed it over. "Before anyone can say anything about Blackhawk."
John gave him a hug. "Call if you need to rant. I did it to Jack often enough." He winked and left, being beamed with his dog to Atlantis. "Finally! Honey, I'm home!"
"You have paperwork waiting," Rodney called from the main area. He looked at the snuffling thing. "I see you brought the mutt." John held up his presidential permission to have the dog on military bases with a smirk. "Frame that and warn Keller so she can hand out the allergy pills."
"How many are?"
"Five or six."
"That's fine." He hung up the permission letter in his office then took his dog to his room to relax. He was finally free!
Rodney shook his head. Atlantis was watching him and the dog again. Her systems were cooing at the dog probably. He went to check on his wife. She was having a few practice contractions.
"Sir, we should evacuate her to a mainland hospital," one of the grunts said.
Rodney gave him a dirty look. "Why?"
"In case we're attacked, sir."
"Have you seen us being attacked much here in San Francisco Bay?" he asked dryly.
"No but the wraith could show up again."
"Then I'm sure we'd have time to evacuate her to the mainland so she could fret with Mrs. O'Neill." He walked off, going to the infirmary. "Blackhawk is back."
"He's a sweet puppy. Did Xander give him permission?"
"Hmm." She led him to where Willow was panting. "I think it'll be within an hour or so," she said happily.
"Wonderful. Then I can watch for my child to spawn strange gifts like some mutant."
She swatted him. "He will not!" Willow complained.
"Miss Chase showed up during the swearing in to say that something very bad was born today."
"It must be Xander in charge of things," she panted. "It's not my child!"
Buffy came walking in and put something on the baby's lump. "Well, it won't be this child but you weren't carrying twins before, Willow." She looked at her, watching her swear. "Dawn caught it. She's being a slouchy housewife sort today at home." She looked at Rodney. "It's not a big, just a slightly extra passenger."
"Will we be able to tell the difference?" he asked.
Doctor Keller brought over the scanner. "Yes." She pointed. "It has horns."
"That's a pretty good indication since Rodney doesn't, yeah," Buffy decided. She helped by holding Willow's hand. "So we'll deal with the demon and banish it," she assured her with a smile. She looked down at the snuffling. "Hi, Blackhawk, why are you here?" The dog barked and sniffed at Willow, growling. "I know. Go back to John." He ran off.
"The beast always has barked at you," Rodney said.
"Huh," Willow said. She disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the baby and baby demon.
Buffy picked up the baby demon. "You're high on hell's list, kiddo. We'll give you to a demon council to raise." She walked it off. "Willow will be back in a minute, Rodney. They replaced her last week sometime."
"The dog always barked at her."
"Blackhawk doesn't know how to hunt demons," Keller said. "He reacts to the cat fur on her."
"Oh, that's good I suppose." He stared at the other one. "Is it demon tainted?"
She scanned, shaking her head. "No, medium level ATA gene. Perfectly healthy." She got the clothes to put it on him. "There we go." Willow appeared with Dawn, who had her hair up in a sloppy ponytail. They both stared at Dawn, who shrugged.
"No idea. They apparently wanted to make sure her gifts went into her child, which it wouldn't if she gave birth. So they fixed it." She disappeared again.
"They're fucking mean, evil, shits and I should destroy them," Willow said firmly.
Rodney gave her a kiss. "You had the least painful birth in history. You should be thankful you won't be in here with the huge needles for many days."
She pouted. "I wanted to experience the whole childbirth thing."
"Yes, well, you can talk me into possibly having another one sometime," he soothed. "As long as it doesn't happen again."
"I doubt it can now," she said dryly. He stared at her and she nodded. He gave her the cuddle she wanted even if he was relieved. "We'll have to start training him to respect nature once he can understand," she said quietly.
"If he shows the gifts we shall."
"No, Tara got trained from walking and she was always more calm in the Goddess than I was."
He stared at her. "Then I shall. We'll train him in science at the same time." She smiled and picked up her son. "Can we bring him back?"
"Yup. Call me if you need help." They walked out together.
Xander let Ezra dance him out to the first song they had picked by process of elimination. They had hired someone nice to sing it to them. Xander smiled at Ezra since he had reminded him to lighten up before something bad happened. The dance was a nice paced, yet slow enough to be a long cuddle on the floor. Then the band swung into something faster but still soft, something jazzy. That was nicer. They relaxed with the press attention now on who was attending instead of on them.
They danced a few more numbers then got some punch and winked at the guard, who helped them slip out to the more fun ball. Evan was there getting down with the pinching old dames of society. Clearly they knew his family since he wasn't grimacing. Ezra and Xander danced off quietly, not paying attention to anyone else. They were holding a quiet talk about decorating the living room for the dogs.
Evan looked over at the gasp then at his dance partner. "That's his boyfriend," he assured he with a smile. "We like Ezra. He's a very strong agent, has a strong moral code."
She huffed. "They're still together."
He nodded, letting her go. "They are and he deserves to be happy after all he's given up for all of us." He went to find a nicer dance partner. His grandfather's former mistress could complain about his rudeness all she wanted. He cut in on Xander, smirking at him. "So, decided to escape the formal thing?"
"We'll escape back there later." He smirked, dancing him off. "I usually let Ezra lead," he admitted quietly. Evan laughed, taking over control of the dance. It was better. The song ended and Evan handed him back. "Thanks, Evan."
"Welcome, Xander." He smiled, going to find another pretty thing to dance with. They were all hugging and wanting in his BDU's tonight.
Ezra smirked at Xander as he took him back. "He doesn't do too badly," Ezra said. They took another few dances before they snuck off to another party. Then they went back to the formal ball. The news people spotted them dancing and it was fine. For now. Being in the lime light was a pain in the ass but they'd put up with it.
The new press secretary smiled at the people the next morning. "The doom portent his former girlfriend put out during the swearing in was because a witch he knows had a demon infect her and it could have used her powers. That has been solved."
One of the reporters raised her hand. "Where did the Colonel go?"
"He and his dog are both hiding on his city. I'm told he cackled all night at being away from all of you." They all smirked at him.
"Is President Harris allowing his boyfriend to stay over?"
"I don't know. I don't ask about that sort of thing. I know he was here last night sorting out Xander's wardrobe and the weapons he brought with him."
"Weapons?" one interrupted.
"He was holding the slayer arsenal for the one in DC since she's technically part of his guard. So his swords, stakes, those things. His special battle axe."
"We know he has guns," that same reporter asked.
"True and they're probably in the gun safe in his room. I'm told his boyfriend has hold over the slayer arsenal at this moment because he is an ATF agent as well. That way they make sure what he has and what he doesn't have."
"That's reasonable I suppose. Are those other ATF agents staying?"
"They have been asked. I'm not sure if they'll stay his full term or not."
"Does President have any houses outside of the one here?"
"He does have a newly remodeled farm in Denver near Agent Larabee's. Since his horse plays with theirs." He pointed at another.
"We heard he had remodeled something in town and flipped it?"
"Yes. He bought a seizure property and remodeled it to sell off. It was a beautiful job and used as a fallback for him on bad days before. The new owners were very happy with it I'm told."
"Is he doing that again?"
"He has too much work to do that now." He smiled. "If not, he might help Agent Standish remodel his condo."
"Are we going to see a presidential wedding?"
"No idea. Their remarks have been things like 'I don't want to add to the pressure of his job', from both sides, and that they've only been dating a year. They are taking things slowly so they're sure about things. If so, we might see one around midterms. No one's sure yet."
"Will it be a quiet one like the General's was?" another reporter asked.
"No idea. Standish can be a bit of a peacock about his clothes. Xander likes things to be plain and simple. If we do, they'd probably have to make sure the slayers stayed out of the planning so they didn't end up in tight leather but we don't know." He smiled. "That was a quote from the president this morning when someone else asked him."
The group laughed and got back on bigger targets. The big, gay wedding of the century wasn't news. Yet.
Six days later Xander heard the radio chatter of the guards going apeshit and got out of bed, heading to see what was going on. "What?" he demanded.
"Sir, we need to take you to safety downstairs," one of the guards said, trying to haul him off.
Xander stopped him. "Why?"
"Sir, we have an alien craft right above the white house!"
Xander huffed, going out there. "Yo, whoever's doing the bad _Independence Day_ remake, you're freaking out my dogs. Stop it!"
A lit board came down and asked where John Sheppard was very politely. Even said please.
Xander grinned. "He's on Atlantis. Head west," he said with a point. "Until you hit the other ocean. He's in the Ancient city there." A 'thank you kindly' flashed and the ship flew off. Xander shook his head all the way inside, going to calm his dogs down. He could hear them freaking out all the way outside. He called John. "You have visitors that showed up here." He hung up and went up to his room. "Hey! It's gone. Calm down!" They ran to cuddle the daddy and make sure he was all right.
The guards shared a look then one went to tell Larabee. He would spank the President for that. "Sir, did you watch the news just now?" he said in greeting. "No, faced down the alien space ship and told them where to find former President Sheppard. Apparently they were looking for him." He smirked. "Told them to quit hovering over the white house, it was freaking out his dogs."
He made a 'touchdown' fist punp to his partner. "Yes, sir, I think that might be a good thing to talk about. Not even armed. Thank you, sir." He hung up. "He'll talk with him tomorrow about stupidly heroic things." He saw Ezra walk past. "He's calming down his dogs, Agent Standish."
"I'm sure he is," he said dryly. "He'll be late for any meetings tomorrow."
"I'll leave a note for Chuck, sir." He went to do that. Thankfully he didn't have to deal with that and all the bad alien things could happen to the two former presidents. Unless some of them liked Evan Lorne that way.
Evan flipped off the news when he saw the replay, shaking his head. "I would've went out with a piece of artillery," he muttered, sipping his coffee. It was a comfortable house and nicely decorated. The kitchen was wonderfully stocked. Xander had even forgotten his twinkie stash so he had a late night snack. As long as he didn't turn into Xander it'd be all right and the world would be fine.
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