Title: 100 Slayers
Author: Drake
Summary: After a wild night in an elevator, can Xander find the girl who rocked his world?
Rating: R
Author's Notes: This is a complete and total rip-off of "100 Girls" which was a kickass movie you should all go see. This won't follow it exactly, but it will be interesting. I hope. Also, thanks to Mark for beta'ing.
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"Even a Slayer isn't immune to a flu or virus," was something Xander had known since Junior year of High School. It was something that was reiterated when a nasty strain of virus swept through the Cleveland school, or Slayer Central, granting cases of laryngitis to everyone in the school, from the teachers, the Senior Slayers to the girls just learning about what they could do. No one was spared. No one, that is, except Xander.
Xander had the dubious distinction of being the only person in the compound who could speak without sounding like a frog was molesting his tonsils. A visual he had been sure to share with his longtime best friend who was severely amphibian phobic and, sadly, stricken ill with the rest and was croaking along. When questioned, and threatened, as to how he managed to not get sick he was able to answer with complete honesty. Pure dumb luck. Not necessarily good luck at that. He'd gotten a minor infection in a cut a few weeks before, when he'd visited the hospital for his latest tetanus shot and some antibiotics he was also pin cushioned with the flu shot and was thusly spared a ribbitting voice.
Everyone being sick had made his regular duties around the compound a bit worse than usual. Along with making sure the place didn't fall down around them, among the non-slaying duties he had gotten was laundry. He had requested it after he'd found that when the girls did his laundry some of his boxers always came up missing. When he began doing the laundry for the compound, which the dirty laundry in a bag for each girl with their name on it, he'd found all of his boxers. Of course, the girls had marked their names in them so he didn't have a chance to filch them back.
So loaded down with laundry, barely able to see where he was walking, Xander called out to whoever was in the elevator to hold it for him. Luckily the girls had good manners, or just liked him, and whoever was inside was kind enough to keep the doors open as he hurried in, thanking them. As the elevator began its descent he asked the girl to push the button for the first basement where the various operational devices of the compound were housed.
The elevator had barely begun moving when the Great Cleveland Blackout of 2005 hit.