Title: Wood? He's A Dreamboat

Rating: PG-13

Relationships: X\F, X\B, X\W (implied)

Story: Drama

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E-Mail: KeithWrestle@Yahoo.Co.uk

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just worship at their altar. Inspired by the question 'What do people have against Wood?'.

Wood? He's A Dreamboat!

Xander bit back a groan as Faith got a dreamy look in her eyes. He knew what was coming; he'd heard it enough in the four months since they'd left Sunnydale. "Woodie, he's such a stud. Man I'm telling you B, I can't understand how you could drop him for Spike."

"I know," Buffy sighed, "but Spike, he saved the world."

"Yeah I get where you're coming from B," Faith nodded, "but Woodie's got that son of a Slayer thing going for him, he totally gets the being Slayer gig."

"Nothing compares to some Slayer loving," Willow broke in enthusiastically. "Kennedy's got this thing -."

"That's it!" Xander snapped, after seven years of being ignored and belittled he'd had enough. "Was it Spike who brought you back to life after the Master killed you? Was it bleach boy who stole the rocket launcher you used to blow up the demon your demon honeys brought to life? Was it Deadboy Jr. who stood outside your hospital room and backed off Angelus when he came to turn you?" he nodded in satisfaction at Buffy's surprised expression before turning to Faith. "Was it Woodie who ran over a Jhe demon beating the snot out of you? Was it teach who tried to help you after Finch and nearly got killed for trying? Was it the principal who stopped a gang of zombies from blowing up the school while you were fighting the Sisterhood of Jhe in the library?" He turned to an open- mouthed Willow. "Was it Kennedy who stopped you from ending the world? I'm so sick of this shit!"

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"Wow," Faith stared open-mouthed at the man's back as he stormed out of their kitchen. She'd never seen Xander so passionate. It kinda got her wet. Hell Woodie wasn't that good in the sack. Pushing back her chair, she stood and started after the man. "I'm skipping patrol tonight B."

"You've got two hours."

She turned back to her blonde counterpart, saw the red in her cheeks, and grinned. "You too B? We'll alternate nights if you want?"

"C..can we draw up a rota?" Willow asked.

Both Slayers turned to the red-haired Wicca. "You're gay!"

Willow blushed at their joint shout. "I'm not that gay."

The End