Prologue: Sargon? Who is Sargon?

Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be
Title: Sargon's Heir
Author: Kate R.
Rating: Teen so far
Pairing: None yet but I take suggestions
Fandoms: Buffy/Justice Society of America
Summary: Xander has a Legacy.
Notes: Do not expect me to ignore Willow's arrogance or stealing of Giles' books in this fic. If you think she has done no wrong, do not read this fic. Only warning I'm giving!

"Why won't this stupid thing work any more?" Xander yelled in frustration as he was tempted to hurl the ruby he'd been given on his thirteenth birthday across the room.

"Dad was a Nazi hunter," a voice spoke. Xander turned and saw his Uncle Rory watching him.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Xander asked, "I was trying to kill a demon with this, an evil, filthy demon."
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"A harmless demon, Xander," his uncle told him, "One of those helpless beings you and your Slayer should be protecting."

"WHAT?!" Xander shrieked.

"If you claim you defend the innocent then you have to defend ALL of the innocent, not just the humans with pulses."

"What would you know about it?" Xander asked.

"I know Dad would have put your friend Buffy down like a rabid animal by now," Rory told him, "And your red-headed friend would have run into Dad's best friend Fate by now."

"I . . ." and then he stopped and looked t his uncle, "Who was granddad?"

"You ever heard of the Justice Society of America?"

"Yeah," Xander told him.

"Sargon the Sorcerer," his uncle told him, "Look him up. That was your granddad. He and his best friend Dr. Fate would put a killer on Nazis and evil all over the world. I know for a fact his friend Doc Fate dropped someone straight into hell once. They tore up the bad guys a lot, kiddo. They were real heroes."

How would I find out about Sargon?" Xander asked him.

"Well, two ways," Rory told him, "One, you can ask your friend Mr. Giles although I know the Watcher's Council really hated dad and Doc Fate, or you can try to find Doc Fate and ask him. Some of the JSA is still around. Doc Fate doesn't age, no one knows why.

"Who do you think would be more honest?" Xander asked. His uncle was sober so he was listening to him.

"Old Doc Fate, probably," Rory told him, "Doc Fate never trusted that council and neither did dad. Dad used to say if you wanted to see a group of Nazis in modern day times to look no further than the Council of Watchers."

"Ouch," Xander hissed, "But then, why give this to me?"

"Because he saw a day you'd need it," Rory told him, "Whether he liked them or not, he foresaw you getting involved with them and he did not want you to get dead. The Ruby, if you aim it at something that is truly evil, will act as a weapon. And when you start using it, you'll be taught by his spirit how to do things with it. He made a living as stage magician with it because he had to be mobile."

"Could I?" Xander asked.

"If you use it for the right battles, yes," Rory told him, "Like right now, your friend Willow is trying to do a spell to contact the dead."

"She shouldn't be, Giles said she's not ready."

"She's not," Rory told him, "She stole his books because he wasn't going fast enough for her."

"What?" Xander growled and the Ruby flared to life.

"You heard me," Rory told him, "I was going to be dad's apprentice but I chose not to. Then you were born and he said I needed to watch you. He told me when to give you that and he told me it would be anger that triggered your first lesson. Go stop her before she gets addicted to the rush. If she isn't already. Because if you don't do it now, Fate will do it later. And he won't care that she's your best friend."

"How do I get there?"

"Think about going to the disturbance," his uncle told him.

And he did and he, secretly, cut off Willow's spell. Not before she blew the power for three blocks but before she got something to come through because he knew, somehow, that she hadn't drawn a circle first. What was a circle? He wondered. And then he told the Ruby to take him back to his uncle who was sitting on the couch in the basement waiting for him.

"Congratulations, Xander," he said, "You've won your first battle and taken your first step on the path to you own destiny. And now, that Ruby will begin to tell you when you're needed."

"When I'm needed?" Xander started, "But what do you mean?"

"The same as there must always be 'Fate'," Rory told him, "So must there always be 'Sargon'. You are now Sargon the Sorcerer. Doctor Fate will come to train you more in depth soon. And trust me, you'll know him when you see him."

Xander stared as his uncle stood and walked up the steps to the main part of the house. Xander looked don at the ruby and thought of how much he hated his clothes and would really like the basement to be quieter and not hear so much of the rest of the house. In an instant he was dressed in black pants and a black t-shirt with knee high black boots and it seemed as if he didn't hear as much of the rest of the house as he had before.

"Thanks, granddad," Xander whispered as he flopped on his bed. When he hit it, he jumped because it felt different, softer, and more comfortable.

Looking at it, he realized it was. He hadn't even thought of that. But then he felt a presence that stroked his hair, comfortingly.

'I will take care of you,' the ghostly voice of his grandfather whispered, 'Until Fate comes, I will look after you.'

Xander sighed, content, and turned on his side, burrowing down into his bed.

While he slept, he learned from the ghost sitting by his side the basics of magic and sorcery. And he knew if this was only the basics, he had a long way to go before he was ready to go on his own. Which meant Willow, who had tried to skip steps, would never be a master of anything.

"Maybe she'll learn from tonight," he hoped. But on some instinctive level, he knew she wouldn't. Willow had always been arrogant, he knew. And she always insisted her way was the right way even if it wasn't. Ever since Kindergarten, when a teacher had said she was wrong and her parents were in the next day and then the teacher was gone. He knew, he's always know, Willow's parents had gotten her removed. And he knew it was wrong. And he knew, soul deep now, that he would be the one who had to tell her that she was wrong, now. Because Giles no longer had the strength in his magic. He needed Ethan for that. And maybe Xander . . . Sargon, he reminded himself . . . maybe he could help Giles see that.

Maybe.