Chapter One: On to a New Life

Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be
Title: The Curator's Son
Author: Kate R.
Rating: Teen to adult
Pairings: N/A
Fandoms: BtVS/the Mummy
Summary: Xander's real father is Dr. Bey, Ardeth Bey's Uncle from the first movie.

Notes/Warnings: Willow will not be portrayed as a nice person, I don't know about Buffy yet, I'm still deciding for the parts after one.

PLEASE NOTE: Ardeth does not say Buffy is a whore, he said she shows off he wares like one.

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Five minutes ago, Xander had been being told, by his supposed Best Friend Willow, to shut up, Buffy didn't know Jesse so she didn't need to worry about his fears and pain.

Four minutes ago, Giles had snapped at Buffy to be the more human person she claimed she was and care that someone had lost their best friend.

Three minutes ago, Buffy had spun on Giles with a sword she'd been showing off with, backing him into a cage.

Two minutes ago, she'd swung it at his head.

One minute ago, it had been blocked by another sword. And this one looked much cooler.

Now, Buffy was on her back on the floor, put there by the other swordsman who was looking down at her and the expression on his face was ice.

"That hurt, did it not?" he asked in a heavy, Arabic accent. Xander knew that accent, his . . . Tony had been playing tapes full of it for the last five days straight, telling him over and over he was going back to his own trash people. His mother and him never wanted him and his father, who'd written to say he was coming for him, could take him and all his crap with him. He'd told Jesse, and that was why it hurt so much when Jesse died. Jesse was the only one who knew.

"Hey, no fair!" Buffy whined.

"Life is not fair," the man growled, "And I do not care if you think it should be or not. If you 'ever' do that again I will know and the next time we meet I will relieve you of your burden. The permanent way."

"You can't say that about her!" Willow yelled.

"I am a king," the man retorted, "I can say whatever I want. Especially to a woman who shows off her wares like a common whore in the Marrakesh Night Market.

"Excuse me?" Buffy demanded.

"I did not stutter, little girl," the man said, and then dismissed her as unimportant.

He turned to Xander after his little show with Buffy and smiled at him.

"Xander," he spoke, "My name is Ardeth Bey and your father is my uncle. He is awaiting us in the car as we speak. He has bid me bring you to him so you can learn your heritage and destiny."

"What Heritage and Destiny?" Xander asked, trying to ignore Willow's snort of derision.

"To be a watch tower against an evil greater than anything that will ever be found here," Ardeth Bey told him, "Come, young cousin, there is much we must do before we take the jet home to Egypt."

"Like what?" Xander asked.

"Take you shopping for one," Ardeth told him, "Those clothes will not do for the desert, not matter what time of day or night it is. You will roast during the day and freeze during the night in that. Even in Cairo which is where what your father will teach you will take place."

"I don't have any money," Xander told him.

"Your father and I do," Ardeth assured him, "Come. It is time we were away from this place of pain and hurt."

Xander nodded, knowing this was the time Tony had been telling him about, and followed the man with the tattoos. Outside of the school, there was a car waiting and a man who looked as Arabic as Ardeth Bey only he didn't have the tattoos. Somehow though, he knew this was his father.

"The hotel, Uncle," Ardeth spoke, and Xander heard the tone of a man used to being obeyed there, "We have much to discuss of this town and your son's treatment even by his supposed friends."

"How bad?" his father asked his cousin.

"Bad enough that I know why you hate Slayers so much."

"Why?" Xander heard his own voice asking.

"They abuse everyone and everything around them, use them until there is nothing left but serving them, and stick their noses where they don't belong," his father spoke, in a clipped tone, "And I get the impression from Ardeth one of them has hurt you."

"Oh."