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Title: Types
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Spike, Spike/Dru, implied Xander/Angel
Spoilers: “School Hard”
Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.
Feedback: PLEASE! ~is on knees~ You have to help me figure if I want Spike/Xander/Dru, or Spike/Xander/Angel, or Spike/Xander/Dru/Angel later on!
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Warning: Not right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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Xander sighed and plucked at his clothes as he gave up paying attention to math class. After the last Spike attack Giles, Angel, Buffy, and Willow had banded together to get him to stay out of trouble and especially out of Spike’s way. He was staying his nights usually with Willow or Giles, though Angel had offered his apartment. Buffy had offered too but since Mrs. Summers’ would probably wonder why Xander wasn’t staying at his own home and neither Buff nor Xander could lie to her it was basically null and void. When Xander had gone back to his house to get some clothes, during the day and with Buffy of course, he had discovered that Spike had gotten rid of all of his old clothes and changed them for newer tighter clothes. And far more fashionable ones too. Since none of them could see the harm in Xan keeping the clothes Xander did. He liked them better then the garish clown suits he usually wore anyway.
“Mr. Harris are you paying attention?” The math teacher inquired and Xander didn’t even bother looking at him. “Not especially.” The math teacher looked surprised, stuttered for a bit, and then continued the class. Xander went back to thinking.
He wasn’t allowed to patrol with Buffy and instead was kept closely watched by Giles in the library and when Giles went out to help Buffy was sent back to the G-man’s bachelor pad. With an escort of course, at that point usually Angel. Xander appreciated their concern, especially since it was keeping him out of Spike’s hands but he was beginning to feel like a prisoner. His mind was screaming for some time alone and the bond, which he could scarily feel, was screaming for its Master. Stupid master vampire with stupid freaky blood claim.
And that was the scary thing. As soon as he had a free minute Xander had investigated blood claims, reading up on them in all the moldy books Giles had. The Watcher seemed to have anticipated this and had hidden the really gory, nasty ones, but not well enough. Xander had read those too and frankly, being owned by a vampire scared the shit out of him. He hadn’t felt this desperate since that bout with Ampada.
Sighing the brunet collected his books and slipped out of the classroom. He really just wanted to be left alone, and he was tired of school. Putting his books back in the locker Xander smiled. He was so gonna skip, usually only done with Willow and a fake doctors note he decided that while he loved her to pieces, now was not the time.
Willow and Buffy practically fell into the library after school. “Giles! Xander’s missing!” Giles, who had been in his office, poked his head out quizzically.
“A-are you quite sure?” Giles paled as he wondered where the boy could possibly of gone. Since the younger man had started staying with him Giles had gained a new perspective of Xander. The boy was painstakingly polite when it came to maneuvering around his house, asking before he took anything and making sure Giles was finished with the paper, the bathroom, the television, any shared amenities, before using it for his own purposes. And he seemed to love healthy food, sure he went and ate his requisite twinkies, and junk around the girls but he always grabbed a plate or two of whatever dish Giles made for dinner.
“Yes! He was here up till math class but he wasn’t at lunch or any of the afternoon classes.” Buffy hopped up onto one of the library tables and swung her legs face pinched and eyes worried. She’d been working past ‘Xander is a goofball’ and seeing a new side of him. Watching him during class and research she saw his work and it was good, until he got bored. Then the doodles and search for naked engravings started. The doodles were pretty good though, almost professional cartoonist good.
“Willow, does Xander cut school?” Giles asked and watched as the intelligent girl idly gnawed on a fingernail; she never chewed on anything but her left thumb and then only in times of extreme stress or worry.
“Well, not really. Only if its not important or there’s something he wants to do and then usually I have a week in advance to fake an appointment for both of us. It used to work all the time with Principal Flutie, I don’t know if it would work with Snyder.” Willow babbled and then grumbled under her breath. “Darn hyena spirits.” Buffy knew how she felt, Flutie had been a push over, Snyder was a troll.
“Well, we had better start looking for him immediately.” Giles stated and the three headed out of the library in search of their fourth.
It was getting towards evening and the group of three evil fighters were beginning to get frantic when they spotted Xander sitting by himself outside of the Espresso Pump blowing over a hot drink and reading some mindless drivel. As the three shadows fell on him the brunet mortal looked up with mixed dread and boundless energy. “Hi guys!” He smiled, a real not forced honest to God(ess) smile and watched them all relax.
Seeing Xander unhurt and acting happier then he had in days Giles was hard pressed not to sweep the lad up into a hug and keep him that way. Reforming his scattered anger he watched as Buffy put on her slaying face and Willow put on what he had heard of as ‘resolve face’. His lips twitched slightly as the younger man quailed but he kept hold of the righteous anger. “Xander. Where have you been?” His quiet voice still holding the timber of an angry man. The brunet’s face and eyes hardened for a minute before being masked by the Goofy Sidekick look, a look Giles was beginning to hate. Sure Xan was really a jester but the sidekick look usually meant he was hiding something, in truth Xander was more of the Wise Fool.
“Lots of places! I picked up some books from that bookstore on Main Street, and I bought myself a sandwich and some ice cream for lunch oh! Wills, Buffster I bought you some of that good chocolate you like! Bought some myself and you G-man but I kinda ate them both.” Goofy smile, keep the goofy smile. Don’t let them wonder why the books you ‘bought’ have the Sunnydale Main Library stamp on them, or wonder if you actually ate anything today, or think about where he got the money… Oh shit, Willow’s wearing the ‘sorry’ face. Dammit.
Willow looked down at the bar of chocolate Xander had handed her. It was the good stuff, and Xan had bought it for her before and knew she liked it. Still Willow knew it was expensive and the only money Xander had left was from his ‘weekly allowance’ which he usually had to steal from his parents for. And he hadn’t been home in how long? “Xan…” Dammit not the wheedling voice! Xander thought to himself and strictly ordered himself not to look into his best friend for life’s eyes. But… too late. “Xander you didn’t eat lunch or buy books or buy yourself and Giles chocolate did you?”
“I bought a mocha!” Xander protested and blushed looking guiltily away. “I’m sorry I cut but you guys have been smothering me. I needed some time alone. Listen, I know you care.” Xander meet all three pairs of eyes, grey, hazel and green. “But I need to go back to living a normal life. I’ll stay the nights with you if you want but I refuse to be coddled. For the rest of the day I want time alone. Before sundown I will head over to Giles’ since I’m no use on patrol. I have a key Giles, and I’ll let myself in if you don’t mind.” Giles mutely nodded and then Xander swallowed the last of the mocha, swung his bookbag up onto his shoulders, slid the drivel he had been reading into his back pocket and walked off leaving three friends in his wake.
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?
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Title: Types
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Xander/Spike, Spike/Dru, implied Xander/Angel
Spoilers: “School Hard”
Summary: Angel offers Xander to Spike, who’s interested but not fooled.
Feedback: PLEASE! ~is on knees~ You have to help me figure if I want Spike/Xander/Dru, or Spike/Xander/Angel, or Spike/Xander/Dru/Angel later on!
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Warning: Not right now.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! I would love to own Xan, Spike, not so much Angel but would love a piece of Angelus. (Preferably about nine-inches)
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Xander sighed and plucked at his clothes as he gave up paying attention to math class. After the last Spike attack Giles, Angel, Buffy, and Willow had banded together to get him to stay out of trouble and especially out of Spike’s way. He was staying his nights usually with Willow or Giles, though Angel had offered his apartment. Buffy had offered too but since Mrs. Summers’ would probably wonder why Xander wasn’t staying at his own home and neither Buff nor Xander could lie to her it was basically null and void. When Xander had gone back to his house to get some clothes, during the day and with Buffy of course, he had discovered that Spike had gotten rid of all of his old clothes and changed them for newer tighter clothes. And far more fashionable ones too. Since none of them could see the harm in Xan keeping the clothes Xander did. He liked them better then the garish clown suits he usually wore anyway.
“Mr. Harris are you paying attention?” The math teacher inquired and Xander didn’t even bother looking at him. “Not especially.” The math teacher looked surprised, stuttered for a bit, and then continued the class. Xander went back to thinking.
He wasn’t allowed to patrol with Buffy and instead was kept closely watched by Giles in the library and when Giles went out to help Buffy was sent back to the G-man’s bachelor pad. With an escort of course, at that point usually Angel. Xander appreciated their concern, especially since it was keeping him out of Spike’s hands but he was beginning to feel like a prisoner. His mind was screaming for some time alone and the bond, which he could scarily feel, was screaming for its Master. Stupid master vampire with stupid freaky blood claim.
And that was the scary thing. As soon as he had a free minute Xander had investigated blood claims, reading up on them in all the moldy books Giles had. The Watcher seemed to have anticipated this and had hidden the really gory, nasty ones, but not well enough. Xander had read those too and frankly, being owned by a vampire scared the shit out of him. He hadn’t felt this desperate since that bout with Ampada.
Sighing the brunet collected his books and slipped out of the classroom. He really just wanted to be left alone, and he was tired of school. Putting his books back in the locker Xander smiled. He was so gonna skip, usually only done with Willow and a fake doctors note he decided that while he loved her to pieces, now was not the time.
Willow and Buffy practically fell into the library after school. “Giles! Xander’s missing!” Giles, who had been in his office, poked his head out quizzically.
“A-are you quite sure?” Giles paled as he wondered where the boy could possibly of gone. Since the younger man had started staying with him Giles had gained a new perspective of Xander. The boy was painstakingly polite when it came to maneuvering around his house, asking before he took anything and making sure Giles was finished with the paper, the bathroom, the television, any shared amenities, before using it for his own purposes. And he seemed to love healthy food, sure he went and ate his requisite twinkies, and junk around the girls but he always grabbed a plate or two of whatever dish Giles made for dinner.
“Yes! He was here up till math class but he wasn’t at lunch or any of the afternoon classes.” Buffy hopped up onto one of the library tables and swung her legs face pinched and eyes worried. She’d been working past ‘Xander is a goofball’ and seeing a new side of him. Watching him during class and research she saw his work and it was good, until he got bored. Then the doodles and search for naked engravings started. The doodles were pretty good though, almost professional cartoonist good.
“Willow, does Xander cut school?” Giles asked and watched as the intelligent girl idly gnawed on a fingernail; she never chewed on anything but her left thumb and then only in times of extreme stress or worry.
“Well, not really. Only if its not important or there’s something he wants to do and then usually I have a week in advance to fake an appointment for both of us. It used to work all the time with Principal Flutie, I don’t know if it would work with Snyder.” Willow babbled and then grumbled under her breath. “Darn hyena spirits.” Buffy knew how she felt, Flutie had been a push over, Snyder was a troll.
“Well, we had better start looking for him immediately.” Giles stated and the three headed out of the library in search of their fourth.
It was getting towards evening and the group of three evil fighters were beginning to get frantic when they spotted Xander sitting by himself outside of the Espresso Pump blowing over a hot drink and reading some mindless drivel. As the three shadows fell on him the brunet mortal looked up with mixed dread and boundless energy. “Hi guys!” He smiled, a real not forced honest to God(ess) smile and watched them all relax.
Seeing Xander unhurt and acting happier then he had in days Giles was hard pressed not to sweep the lad up into a hug and keep him that way. Reforming his scattered anger he watched as Buffy put on her slaying face and Willow put on what he had heard of as ‘resolve face’. His lips twitched slightly as the younger man quailed but he kept hold of the righteous anger. “Xander. Where have you been?” His quiet voice still holding the timber of an angry man. The brunet’s face and eyes hardened for a minute before being masked by the Goofy Sidekick look, a look Giles was beginning to hate. Sure Xan was really a jester but the sidekick look usually meant he was hiding something, in truth Xander was more of the Wise Fool.
“Lots of places! I picked up some books from that bookstore on Main Street, and I bought myself a sandwich and some ice cream for lunch oh! Wills, Buffster I bought you some of that good chocolate you like! Bought some myself and you G-man but I kinda ate them both.” Goofy smile, keep the goofy smile. Don’t let them wonder why the books you ‘bought’ have the Sunnydale Main Library stamp on them, or wonder if you actually ate anything today, or think about where he got the money… Oh shit, Willow’s wearing the ‘sorry’ face. Dammit.
Willow looked down at the bar of chocolate Xander had handed her. It was the good stuff, and Xan had bought it for her before and knew she liked it. Still Willow knew it was expensive and the only money Xander had left was from his ‘weekly allowance’ which he usually had to steal from his parents for. And he hadn’t been home in how long? “Xan…” Dammit not the wheedling voice! Xander thought to himself and strictly ordered himself not to look into his best friend for life’s eyes. But… too late. “Xander you didn’t eat lunch or buy books or buy yourself and Giles chocolate did you?”
“I bought a mocha!” Xander protested and blushed looking guiltily away. “I’m sorry I cut but you guys have been smothering me. I needed some time alone. Listen, I know you care.” Xander meet all three pairs of eyes, grey, hazel and green. “But I need to go back to living a normal life. I’ll stay the nights with you if you want but I refuse to be coddled. For the rest of the day I want time alone. Before sundown I will head over to Giles’ since I’m no use on patrol. I have a key Giles, and I’ll let myself in if you don’t mind.” Giles mutely nodded and then Xander swallowed the last of the mocha, swung his bookbag up onto his shoulders, slid the drivel he had been reading into his back pocket and walked off leaving three friends in his wake.
