Mine!!!
CH 1
Whoopie! Yep, the Xanman was finally out of his parent's basement. A.K.A. The basement in HELL. No more torn couches, no more food covered books, no more drunken parents dirty looks. Xander chuckled to himself, earning a look of curiosity (and concern for his mental health, no doubt) from Buffy, who was currently using her super strength for a good cause. Which meant carting all of Xander's crap into boxes, then carting said boxes to her mother's jeep so that they could drive them to Xander's new apartment.
"'Ey Whelp! Where the 'ell do you think you're off to?!" An annoyed British voice called from the doorway, where Buffy was reentering to get another box.
"Her Xander, Spike's here." She announced sarcastically. Xander gave her a friendly glare and walked toward the bleached vamp.
"We're moving. I got my own apartment." He bounced up and down in excitement. Willow, Spike, and Buffy all raised there eyebrows in surprise.
"Why is Spike going with you?" Buffy inquired. Xander shrugged.
"Uh, usually when one roommate moves, the other goes too." Then he frowned. No, wait. "Well, I guess not always. Sometimes a roommate leaves the other roommate and moves in with someone else. Or they get their own place. Or on the hellmouth, one roommate gets eaten, disappears, or transforms into a demon, and the other roommate is forced to find another roommate or live alone." [Way to babble Xan.] "Anyway, Spike's goin' with me."
Both girls backed off, most likely afraid further questioning would compel Xander to start another Babble-fest. [And welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen to The ultimate: Babble-Fest 2004!] Xander snickered again at his mental joke. And again with the look of concerned curiosity, multiplied times three. However, Spike pulled Xander aside while the girls resumed packing. Xander internally shivered at the vampire's cool touch on his wrist. He'd examine that fact later.
"You really want me to come along, pet?" Spike inquired softly a look of shock and doubt [was that hope?] on his features. Xander gave him a reassuring smile.
"Of course Spike."
The two men had been getting along remarkably well the past month. After Xander was assured that Spike wouldn't try anything, he allowed the peroxide vamp to walk about freely, come and go as he pleased. They would watch TV together, commenting on the characters and laughing at the cheesiness of a lifetime movie when nothing else was on. Sometimes they would fall asleep on the sofa, Xander's brunette head resting on Spike's shoulder, or vice versa. Along time ago, Xander admitted to himself [and Wills] that he could appreciate the aspects of both males and females, and he admitted to himself recently that Spike was just damn beautiful. But it never went beyond that. [Yeah, Xan. Except for those mushy feelings you get when he touches you, or looks in your general direction.]
One night Xander was home from work (his latest job at Bucky's Fondue Hut), watching TV and waiting for his bleached friend to get home. Spike came crashing through the door smelling of booze and covered in bruises and cuts, which were bleeding freely, and collapsed on the basement floor. Xander immediately tended to the vampire using his first aid kit and asked what had happened. Spike told him about his trip to Willy's and how a bunch of demons threw him out and beat him to a bloody pulp, all the while calling him a traitor. Spike's eyes watered as he confessed to Xander how he didn't fit in and he couldn't fight anything. Xander held him until he fell asleep.
"Xan, pet? 'Ello?" Spike broke through his mental flashback, waving a hand in his face. Xander shook his head.
"I'm here. I'm awake." He smiled and melted into Xandergoop when he received a smile in return. Then his eyes grew round as saucers when Spike brushed his lips across Xander's, before walking into their former home [Yep, FORMER. As in good riddance Hellbasement.] as if nothing unusual had occurred.
"What else in here is yours?"
He jumped about six feet in the air when Willow spoke. [When did she come in? And when did she come to stand right in front of me?] That kiss must have really dazed him.
"Oh, uh.. anything with a sticky note is mine." He shakily replied. Willow nodded and continued to put things in boxes.
Spike grabbed his blanket and walked to the door giving Xander one of those rarely-seen-in-public genuine Spike smiles. "I'll see you at our new home. The slayer gave me the address." Before exiting the building.
Xander shivered again. [Yep. I'm falling hard this time.]
CH 1
Whoopie! Yep, the Xanman was finally out of his parent's basement. A.K.A. The basement in HELL. No more torn couches, no more food covered books, no more drunken parents dirty looks. Xander chuckled to himself, earning a look of curiosity (and concern for his mental health, no doubt) from Buffy, who was currently using her super strength for a good cause. Which meant carting all of Xander's crap into boxes, then carting said boxes to her mother's jeep so that they could drive them to Xander's new apartment.
"'Ey Whelp! Where the 'ell do you think you're off to?!" An annoyed British voice called from the doorway, where Buffy was reentering to get another box.
"Her Xander, Spike's here." She announced sarcastically. Xander gave her a friendly glare and walked toward the bleached vamp.
"We're moving. I got my own apartment." He bounced up and down in excitement. Willow, Spike, and Buffy all raised there eyebrows in surprise.
"Why is Spike going with you?" Buffy inquired. Xander shrugged.
"Uh, usually when one roommate moves, the other goes too." Then he frowned. No, wait. "Well, I guess not always. Sometimes a roommate leaves the other roommate and moves in with someone else. Or they get their own place. Or on the hellmouth, one roommate gets eaten, disappears, or transforms into a demon, and the other roommate is forced to find another roommate or live alone." [Way to babble Xan.] "Anyway, Spike's goin' with me."
Both girls backed off, most likely afraid further questioning would compel Xander to start another Babble-fest. [And welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen to The ultimate: Babble-Fest 2004!] Xander snickered again at his mental joke. And again with the look of concerned curiosity, multiplied times three. However, Spike pulled Xander aside while the girls resumed packing. Xander internally shivered at the vampire's cool touch on his wrist. He'd examine that fact later.
"You really want me to come along, pet?" Spike inquired softly a look of shock and doubt [was that hope?] on his features. Xander gave him a reassuring smile.
"Of course Spike."
The two men had been getting along remarkably well the past month. After Xander was assured that Spike wouldn't try anything, he allowed the peroxide vamp to walk about freely, come and go as he pleased. They would watch TV together, commenting on the characters and laughing at the cheesiness of a lifetime movie when nothing else was on. Sometimes they would fall asleep on the sofa, Xander's brunette head resting on Spike's shoulder, or vice versa. Along time ago, Xander admitted to himself [and Wills] that he could appreciate the aspects of both males and females, and he admitted to himself recently that Spike was just damn beautiful. But it never went beyond that. [Yeah, Xan. Except for those mushy feelings you get when he touches you, or looks in your general direction.]
One night Xander was home from work (his latest job at Bucky's Fondue Hut), watching TV and waiting for his bleached friend to get home. Spike came crashing through the door smelling of booze and covered in bruises and cuts, which were bleeding freely, and collapsed on the basement floor. Xander immediately tended to the vampire using his first aid kit and asked what had happened. Spike told him about his trip to Willy's and how a bunch of demons threw him out and beat him to a bloody pulp, all the while calling him a traitor. Spike's eyes watered as he confessed to Xander how he didn't fit in and he couldn't fight anything. Xander held him until he fell asleep.
"Xan, pet? 'Ello?" Spike broke through his mental flashback, waving a hand in his face. Xander shook his head.
"I'm here. I'm awake." He smiled and melted into Xandergoop when he received a smile in return. Then his eyes grew round as saucers when Spike brushed his lips across Xander's, before walking into their former home [Yep, FORMER. As in good riddance Hellbasement.] as if nothing unusual had occurred.
"What else in here is yours?"
He jumped about six feet in the air when Willow spoke. [When did she come in? And when did she come to stand right in front of me?] That kiss must have really dazed him.
"Oh, uh.. anything with a sticky note is mine." He shakily replied. Willow nodded and continued to put things in boxes.
Spike grabbed his blanket and walked to the door giving Xander one of those rarely-seen-in-public genuine Spike smiles. "I'll see you at our new home. The slayer gave me the address." Before exiting the building.
Xander shivered again. [Yep. I'm falling hard this time.]