I Have a Son?

Author: Ed Scott <EScott92[at]aol.com>

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners... none of which are me.

Summary: A letter received by 007 tells him of the son he never knew he had. Set between Season 2 & 3

Warning: Crossover (BtVS/James Bond)

Pairing: C/X, W/O

Rating: PG-13 for violence and language

A/N: Octopussy was released in 1983. For the purposes of this fic, the events took place in 1980. Even though this was a Moore movie, Sir Sean is Bond, Dame Judi Dench is M and John Cleese is Q.

A/N 2: I'm borrowing the magnesium bullets from Jverse. If you're going to borrow an idea, borrow from the best.

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19 May 1998

Dear James,

How have you been? Out saving the world as usual? I'm not doing so well. You see James, I'm dying. I have an inoperable brain tumor and have months to live. I have something important to tell you. You are a father. You have a son. His name is Alexander LaVelle Harris, although he prefers the name Xander. He was conceived that last weekend we were together in 1980. He was born February 22, 1981. I'm positive you are his father because I was never with another man until after he was born.

I did not want him influenced by the men I worked with. Wanting him to have a better life than I could give him, I gave up custody of him to my most trusted friend Susan to raise him as her own. She met than married a man named Jack Harris. They moved to Sunnydale, California where his parents lived. He adopted Alexander as his own son, giving him his name. I paid one of my associates to keep me informed on his life.

They were the perfect All-American family. When Xander got to kindergarten, he met a nice red headed girl named Willow Rosenberg. She is a very sweet girl, but because she was shy, she got picked on. You will be happy to know that our son defended her. Xander also defended those who were too weak to defend themselves. He uses his wit to defend those he chooses to defend.

After a few years of marital bliss, Jack started drinking heavily. When he got drunk, he got mean. One day, when Xander was 8, Jack beat him because Xander wasn't his son. The next day, Jack Harris went to work. He has been "missing" ever since. Sunnydale is located on, what I was told about a few years ago, what is called Boca del Inferno, or as the Americans would call it, the Hellmouth.

I'm sure you've fought more than terrorists your whole illustrious career. I know occassionally MI6 is used to clean up some supernatural evil that inhibits the Mother Country. Xander has been fighting vampires and demons since April of last year. The Hellmouth is on top of his high school library. He has been helping the Slayer by the name of Elizabeth Summers, known as Buffy, for the last year. He even helped save the world a couple of times. He is a loyal friend and recently got himself a girlfriend by the name of Cordelia Chase.

As you know, the tradition of Slayers was of solitude and isolation. Fighting the darkness alone, only with her Watcher. Buffy's Watcher is Rupert Giles. Thirty years ago, he was known as Ripper. He no longer believes in those ideals. He is a very proper Englishman. He has taken it upon himself to be the de facto father for the Slayer and her friends, including our son. While you may be his biological father, Xander will only see you as a friend.

I have over 20 million British pounds in Swiss bank accounts that I want him to have. The laws of the United States say that he is too young to inherit that kind of money. I have named you executor of my estate until he becomes of age. Please see that he gets the money. At the current exchange rate, the bank accounts are worth $32 million. In my will is a list of holdings including chateaux, villas, office buildings, stocks, bonds and jewelry. You can give those to him or not, but give him the money. He's earned it, even if I didn't.

I'm feeling tired, James. I want you to know that of everyone I've known I've only trusted two people in my life. Susan Harris, the woman I chose to raise our son, and you James. Please, go meet our son Alexander. From everything I've read of him, he reminds me of you. He might suprise you.

Love always, Octopussy


"I have a son?" James reread the letter, smiling when he read that he was a father. James Bond, Secret Agent 007 with England's MI6, had always wanted to be a father because he knew he wouldn't live forever, even though he has 'died' and been revived. He believes that one achieves true immortality by having children. The only thing was, the letter was dated May 19 and it is June 21. 'I can get on the Concorde and be in New York in couple of hours. Then a private plane to Los Angeles. First though, I need to talk to M. She has a job for me to do. After which, I'll visit my son.'

As James enters M's office, he notices she isn't alone. Sitting in a chair to her left is a man in his early 20s, 6' 1" tall, black hair and glasses. He has an air of intelligence and arrogance due to his intelligence. 'I'll toughen him up.' As James walks up to M's desk, she has a look of disdain on her face. 'You'd think I did something to her, or a family member and she hates me for it.'

"Who's the boy, M?"

"He is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. He is our informant in the Watcher's Council. He has some dire news. Mr. Pryce?"

"Thank you, M. Two weeks ago, we were notified that Angelus tried to use Acathla. Obviously, he failed. I'll need to give you some background information so you'll know where we stand. One hundred twenty years ago, Angelus fed on the prized daughter of the Romani tribe. Instead of destroying him, the gypsies felt that was too lenient. They decided to curse Angelus. With his human soul, so he would feel guilt over the thousands he has killed over the years. He became Angel, the vampire with a soul. He kept a low profile for years when he suddenly introduced himself to the Slayer last year. He used cryptic messages and appearing and disappearing from the shadows to help the Slayer. Needless to say, she fell in love with him." He was going to add 'Like any teenaged girl would' but didn't because M looked like she would have when she was that age.

"There was one thing from the curse that no one knew about until it was too late. If Angel received one moment of true happiness, his curse would be lifted and he would return as Angelus. Since he was in love with the Slayer, and they made love, he lost his soul. For months, she refused to kill him, because she loved him so much. He killed many people including Rupert Giles' girlfriend Jenny Calendar. Ms. Calendar was killed because she found and translated the soul curse. When the Slayer was finally able to defeat Angelus, she disappeared."

"Who's guarding the Hellmouth now that the Slayer has disappeared?"

"Rupert Giles, the Watcher, Alexander 'Xander' Harris, Willow Rosenberg and Daniel 'Oz' Osbourne."

"My son is guarding the Hellmouth?" James asks rather loudly. M & Wesley look at him with a bewildered look.

"Who is your son, 007?"

"Xander." James smiles proudly.


"James, what do you mean that this Alexander Harris is your son?" M asked after a couple of moments of silence. "With the number of women you've been with, there were never any children after you left them. How do you know you're his father?" He handed M the letter he received this morning. There was silence in the room while she read it twice. "If you are sure this is accurate, go see Q to give you the appropriate equipment then get to Sunnydale as soon as you can get there. I'll contact the Americans to let them know you're on your way and why."

M laid back in her seat without losing eye contact with James and Wesley, "They're just getting started on the knowledge of the supernatural. I have reports that the Americans want to study the demons and vampires to control them for military use. We know this to be a futile attempt. They haven't found a lead researcher yet, but if they do then there will literally be hell to pay. So be careful, 007."

"Of course, M. I'll need our files on the American military's involvement in demonology as well as those of the locals I'll be in contact with, including my son's."

"I'll have them for you before you leave. Good luck."

Q Branch

Men in white lab coats were firing flame-throwers at other men in lab coats. They were not burned. Other men in white lab coats were shooting machine guns at other men in lab coats. The bullets bounced off of them. A guy threw a dart at a cement wall. The dart exploded, leaving a six-inch hole in the wall. Just a typical day at Q Branch.

James finds Q sitting in a chair reading a newspaper and laughing. "What's so funny, Q?"

"I bet a bundle on the Manchester United game and won. I made a specific bet and it paid me enough to retire on if I didn't love my job so much. I love being a genius. Now, how are you, 007?"

"I've got good news. I found out that I'm a father. I have a teenaged son." Q falls out of his chair, then quickly gets up to avoid embarrassment.

"There's a teenaged version of you running around?" James nods. "How old is he?"


"There's a seventeen year old version of you running around?" James smiles. "And just where is this boy being raised?"


"This can't get any worse. Next thing you'll be telling me is that he's saved the world as well."

"Actually he's helped save the world a few times."

"I'm going to regret asking this, but how?"

"He's fought with The Slayer for the last fourteen months."

"ARE YOU BLOODY SERIOUS? HOW THE HELL IS THAT POSSIBLE?" Seeing that the rest of Q Branch stopped working. "Get back to work! OK. Calm down, Q. It's not your son, thank God. Your Mercedes has the usual, machine guns, bulletproof glass, oil slick, smoke screen, rockets, and ejector seat. Let's go to the special area. Let's see if anything there jumps out at you and tries to turn you into a demon."

The room they entered was dusty, plastic sheets covering the shelves that filled the room. "Equipment for helping The Slayer. These brass knuckles have crosses inlaid in each knuckle." Q shows James a three-foot walking stick. "You're not as spry as you used to be, 007. A regular oak walking stick. Two buttons. The top one shoots holy water ten feet. When you need to refill it, just remove the top and pour. The other button extends a three inch wooden point. Giving you a three foot stake."

"This will get my point across."

Q sighs, "Oh, grow up 007." Q grabs some boxes of bullets. "Magnesium soft tips, with a thermite kicker. They'll burn up after about fifty yards, but inside that range they burn anything they hit. Take care not to hit any innocent bystanders. I coated the outside with a Teflon shell; it will contain the glare from the magnesium so you don't blind yourself. Use these on vampires. These silver bullets were made from melted down crosses. These are good on demons provided you shoot them in the head or heart."

"Thanks for the bullets. Could I have five more of those brass knuckles? My son and his friends could use them."

"The way you recklessly use my equipment, I'll give you ten. One for each hand." Q mumbled.

James took the proffered equipment. "You're car will be there for you in Los Angeles. Good luck, James."

"Thank you, Q. I might bring my son here to meet you after he graduates."

"Don't you dare! It's bad enough I have to deal with one child at work. I don't need two." Q mutters as he sees James walk away.

In a plane headed to New York

'I can't believe all the things those kids have done in the past year plus. Especially my son. A master vampire's lair to save The Slayer prophesied to die, two possessions, one hyena and a soldier, wonder if he has those gifts. If he does, train him to be the best he can be. I can recommend to Jack Wade that he get abbreviated training during the summer until he starts school again.

With Acathla dormant, where did the Slayer disappear to? When the portal that Acathla summons was closed, did she get sucked into it as well? There are too many questions that need answering. This Rupert Giles sounds like a good role model for those kids. Oxford University, British Museum of Natural History, not to mention his stint as Ripper in the mystical underworld. James has been told of Ripper when he was in training for the SAS. Ripper was the most feared and respected member of the mystical community. When his name is mentioned, it is done quietly. There are still those loyal to him, even if he did leave them to be a Watcher. If it were known that he was in danger, the outcome would not be beneficial to those who wanted to harm him. It is common knowledge that Ethan Rayne was wanted for the Halloween incident that resulted in Xander's soldier possession.

<Please put your tray tables up and your seats in their upright and locked position. We will be landing in Los Angeles shortly. The temperature is 78 degrees, and thank you for flying British Airways.>


Chapter 3

James notices that there is a red Corvette parked next to his Mercedes. On the hood of the Corvette, sits a plump man in his 50s, smiling at him.

"Hey, Jimmy. How are you?"

"I'm doing fine, Jack. Thanks for asking."

"What? No phrase/counter-phrase? Are you sure you're James Bond?"

"I'm not really in the mood today, Jack."

"Which stewardess was she?"

"No stewardess."

"Which passenger then?"

"She wasn't on this flight, Jack." Sensing Jack Wade's next question, James continues. "Do you know what I did in 1980?"

"Something to do with Faberge Eggs, right?"

"That, an exiled Indian prince, a mad Russian general and their attempt at starting World War 3. Their female associate I seduced into helping me stop them? She was pregnant with my child when we were no longer together."

Wade's eyes almost fell out of their sockets. "Wow! Congratulations! Why are you in California?"

"To meet and get to know my son. He lives in a suburb of Los Angeles called Sunnydale."

"What is this young man's name?"

"Alexander Harris." James said with a little pride, especially after reading the files on him and his friends.

Jack Wade looked around, like he was thinking of something. "Wait a minute. I've heard that name before. If he weren't helping the Slayer, he'd be in jail for stealing an anti-tank rocket. We know it was used to destroy a demon.

We just don't know enough about why a rocket was needed. You Brits know what's going on in the supernatural. Can you help us out?"

"Sure. Just send the information you have to MI6, and we'll help you out." After a few moments of thought, James asked, "Hey, Jack? Is it possible for you to get my son some military training, preferably in hand-to-hand combat, weaponry and languages? Only on weekends, of course. It might take me awhile to convince him he needs training. He'll be starting school again in a few months anyway."

"Sure, Jimmy. I'll see what I can do. Now, get out of here. Go see your son."

A few hours later, James approaches the Welcome to Sunnydale sign. Below it, another sign was put up.


For some reason, James wanted to run the sign over. There were things James had to do before he met Xander. First off, was a shower at the Sunnydale Motor Lodge. It was 5:30, so he decided to get a quick meal, then get some rest. He wanted to meet Susan Harris first, explain what's going on, and then meet Xander. The meal was adequate, not up to the standards he's used to, but satisfying nonetheless. So engrossed with the thought that he's a father, James realizes it was dark outside. Knowing what Sunnydale is, James is glad he took his gun, walking stick and brass knuckles with him.

Two vamps blocked James' path with their game faces on. "Pardon me, gentlemen. Would you mind moving so I can continue my walk?"

"What do we have here? Another Brit? I thought the only Brit around here was the Watcher? Never eaten one, I wonder what he tastes like."

James points his walking stick at the talking vamp's heart, covering the buttons wit his thumb. "Back off, son and no one will get hurt." The leader was stopped in his tracks by James' walking stick pointing at his heart. The leader turned to dust as he notices a sharp piece of wood in his heart. Stunned, the second vampire gets a face full of holy water. As he's screaming in pain, James dusts him quickly. He turns quickly, gun drawn, as he hears footsteps behind him.