Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS. And the idea I borrowed from M. Scott Eiland. Thankies. I love all the feedback that I've been sent. Huggles to all who are supporting me through this journey called a fanfic. This is sorta betaed. Not well though.

As Xander walked out, He lifted his head to the moon. "I wish they would have left me dead. Less would have to suffer."

A black haired, brown-eyed man in studded black leather laughed. "Not likely, Alexander." Then pushed off the wall he was leaning against.

"Name isn't Alexander. It's Xander." Xander glared at the strange man.

"How about I just call you son?" The man smiled, showing a row of perfect, white teeth.

"So you are the war god that got my mom pregnant, then walked out on her. Then left my sister and I to a drunken bastard, who loved to beat us. And through all that I've been through, you dare show your face now?!" Xander got pissed. If he had had powers back in the beginning, Jesse wouldn't have died. He could have helped out with slaying. And not felt like an outcast. Yet here he was, an outcast again.

"I'm sorry, Xander. I couldn't help you. But you don't realize that your human 'non-powers', that you call them, saved your friends in a million ways. You could laugh in the face of danger, and kept those people alive with humor. And Jesse was destined to die. You can't stop the Fates. They always get you in the end." The war god exclaimed with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"Why should you care now? Now that I have died a warrior's death, I'm worthy enough?" Xander spit out with disgust.

"No! It was never like that. I watched, and wished that I could meet you. You always made me proud. But I was locked away. A wizard's spell went wrong, and instead of calling upon me, it closed me off from interfering with the mortal world. And either call me Dad, or Ares." Ares looked helpless for the first time in his existence.

"Ok, Ares..." Xander nodded.

Ares winced. "I knew you were going to say that."

"Then why give me the option?" Xander looked at him suspiciously.

"I had hoped that my stubbornness hadn't been transferred totally to you." Ares smiled softly. "Of anyone, or anything that I ever helped create, you are my pride and joy."

"So I guess I kind of screwed the pooch on this one." Xander shrugged. "No problem, I screw up all the time. Could never get anything right." As he looked down in shame.

"Never say that!" Ares grabbed Xander's face, and forced him to meet him eye to eye. "You make me proud. Everything you've ever done, I was proud to call you my son. From the moment you said your first word, till the time you took a thrashing for Tairra, who begged you tell the truth and let her get beat. And when you staked your first vampire. Or the time you stood up to Angelus all those times. You made me proud. And the greatest thing you did was sacrifice yourself for your friends, and if they don't understand. Then they weren't worth your sacrifice. And then, forget them. Follow the path you've made for yourself." Then on an after-note Aries let go of Xander's chin. "I can finally meet you because of Tairra. She called upon me accidentally. She was trying to call upon an image of you, to see how you were. And got me."

"I bet she was pleased..." Xander smiled. So his father truly did love him. He had more then just Willow and Tairra as family

"Actually it was more she started to throw heavy objects my way. It's one of the advantages she got from her father, the incubus. But I have to admit that when your mother has affairs, they are with not the usual types. First a god," Ares blows on his nails and buff them on his leather vest, "and then an incubus."

"So what now? What do I do?" Xander looked confused up at his father.

"We go to a bar. A very special bar..." Ares put his arm over his son's shoulders and disappears.