Title : Dare Ya!

Series: Halloween Reprised

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1.Dare Ya!

"I dare you to." Willow said giving him a puppy-eyed look. "No, I double dare you to go as her."

"Yeah Xander, we double dare ya!" Buffy smirked, "I bet you couldn't pull it off."

Xander's eyes narrowed, "Fine, I'll take you're dare with pleasure. If anyone can pull it off, the Xand-man can. But you two will owe me something big when tomorrow night is over."

Buffy and Willow shared a glance and nodded in unison. "Alright Xander if you can pull this off then we'll do whatever you ask us to do," Buffy told him.

"But it has to be within reason," Willow inserted nervously.

"Alrighty then I'll see both of you tomorrow night, in costume."

The next day, Xander wandered into Ethan's looking for the costume to fulfill the dare that the girls had given him. He wandered around, waiting for the owner to become free before going up to him. "Can you help me?"

Ethan smiled, "Of course I can."

"I was dared by my two bestest friends to cross dress and to go as . . . well," he points at a costume, "her. Could you find one in my size and give me tips on how to pull it off convincingly."

'Oh, this is going to be good.' Thought Ethan as he smirked at the boy as he said, "Of course I can. It would be absolutely be no problem at all."

Two hours later Xander headed to Buffy's, in costume, smirking all the way.

"Well Buffster," he turned slowly around, "what do you think."

"I think we're screwed and I am miffed that you have better legs than I do."

"So um . . . Xander . . . you shaved your legs," stammered Willow.

"No Wills, I did something worse." Xander grimaced, thinking about how painful that last hour was. "Please remind me to never, ever wax my legs again. I do not understand how people can do that on a regular basis." He touched his eyebrows gingerly. "These hurt the worst. Alrighty then, enough about waxing, we do have an appointment to keep."

Xander, Buffy, and Willow sauntered up to Sunnydale High. Larry looked at Xander and yelled, "Hey, princess, were is your sidekick?"

Xander smirked and replied, "I have an opening, would you like to apply?"

When Ethan's spell hit everyone, Xander's last thought was, 'This hurts more than having my legs waxed!'

Willow stared at Xander in stunned disbelief as he gave a yipping war cry and jumped into the midst of kids who had been turned into their costumes. Mini-demons and monsters flew into bushes and walls with well-placed kicks. "Xander, stop it!" Willow yelled.

Xander paused, turned to look around, and then looked at Willow. "Who's Xander?"

"You are."

"Nooo, I am Xena, Warrior Princess."

"No, you are Xander and you just got turned into your Halloween costume."

The look that Xander threw at her plainly told her what he thought about that comment.

Willow thought about it for a few moments, than squared incorporeal and said, "Xena, those monsters you're fighting are not really monsters but children turned into monsters by some evil spell. We must find out whose behind it. We also need to find Buffy."

"Whose Buffy?"

"Xena! You can kill him!" Willow screamed as Spike leaned over Buffy's helpless form.

'Xena' wrenched herself free and sent her chakram flying. A moment later she grasped it from the air and all that was left of Spike was a pile of dust. All of a sudden Willow abruptly disappeared and Buffy sat up, her wig falling from her head. Xander collapsed to the ground, and then groaned and whispered, "That hurt more than getting my legs waxed."

He looked up at Buffy, concern in his eyes, "Are you alright, Buff?"

"I'm fine, Xander. You saved my life, again." Buffy shook her head, "I can't believe that spell made me such a wimp."

With Buffy's help, Xander stumbled to his feet. "We best collect the kiddies and get them home safely." Buffy stated.

"That would be of the good." Xander replied.

As Xander changed for bed later that night, looking forward to what he was going to make the girls do tomorrow. He glanced at his desk at the chakram that came with his costume. In the lamplight it gleamed, silent and deadly. He smirked; the vampires of Sunnyhell weren't going to know what hit them.

Owari