-----Creator's Note/Disclaimer------

Hey, everyone. As we all know by now I am not Whedon or RTD. I have also never lead anyone to believe I was Sondheim, Raul Esparsa, or any of the lovely and talented people at Broadway who bring Company to life.

The lyrics brought a certain fit, the story came to me (It's an original Torchwood/Buffy crossover-about bloody time!-you might say), and the actors and semi-circumstance are borrowed from the shows (except for one random character in thesixth chapter who-if she was ever a character-is purely coincedental). But they're not going anywhere. If that were so, Xander and Angel would have met Ianto and Jack in Series 2 Torchwood instead of Owen dying (I hate Owen story arcs, btw, but that's off-topic).

Please enjoy the story for what it is (a great Company/Buffy/Torchwood blending-see Mr. Barrowman? You can blend the singing with Torchwood, lyrics are italicized, underline can be used to differentiate, and all flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Much love to you all.

-----On With the Show!------

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Xander, have you finished work yet?

To(Wills): Yes, and am attempting to fix...arrgh

To(Xan): What's happened?

To(Wills): Oh nothing, pipes just burst. Spike yelling in ear.

To(Xan): Giggles. I thought you were a handyman?

To(Wills): Nope, I just play one on tv ;)

To(Xan): We're playing Monopoly tonight before patrol. You coming to Buffy's?

To(Wills): Who's going to be there...oh gross!

To(Xan)?; usual folks.

To(Wills): Sure. Sure. Spike without shirt spraying me with water. Arrgh.

To(Xan): See you in fifteen! Mwah!

To(Wills): Of course, wouldn't miss it. Ms. Summers gonna make caramel corn again?

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Xander: Spike! Put your shirt back on; we're going over for Monopoly!

Spike: God then, just put me out of my misery, eh? Promise blond won't be the banker again?

Xander: I make no promises to shirtless, chipped vampires standing in the middle of my basement drinking blood.

Spike: It's not your basement mate. You don't even pay rent.

Xander: Shut up Spike

The last embers of the day give way to a crisp waxing moon that sheds light on the shadows as Xander Harris and Spike, the sexiest vampire...sorry Xander, he made me write that, walk towards Buffy Summer's residence for another normal night. Well, normal for the Scoobies.

As they approach the drive, Xander sighs. There's a lot of activity going on inside, lights are all dancing and buzzing with activity. The smell of popcorn and sugar permeate from the kitchen. Sometimes Xander wished he had Buffy's life. Well, Buffy minus Riley. He wasn't too especially keen on "Captain America". And it wasn't the same without Oz.

Phone rings, door chimes, in comes Company!

No strings, good times, room hums Company!

Late nights, quick bites, party games

Deep talks, long walks, telephone calls.

Thoughts shared, souls bared, private names

All those photos up on the wall

"With love"

"With love seventy ways"

From all those good and crazy people, my friends!

And that's what it's all about, isn't it?

That's what it's really all about!

Xander and Spike enter to a hullabaloo of activity. Xander can hear Riley, Joyce, and Giles laughing from the kitchen as Tara and Willow snuggle on a pillow. Willow waves and Buffy comes flouncing down the stairs, stopping just a second to invite Spike in and make a bit of small talk.

Spike: You know, you don't sound half bad. Now, why the bloody hell do you need to tie me up again?

Xander: Because I don't want to have to babysit you while I buy Boardwalk.

Spike: (in a whisper) Or is it because you like to?

Joyce: (enters, with caramel corn) Who wants to be banker?

Willow: I do!

Phone rings, door chimes, in comes Company!

No strings, good times, room hums Company!

Late nights, quick bites, party games

Deep talks, long walks, telephone calls.

Thoughts shared, souls bared, private names

All those photos up on the wall

"With love"

"With love seventy ways"

From all those good and crazy people, my friends!

And that's what it's all about, isn't it?

That's what it's really all about!

Owen: (currently rolling up a paper ball, tossing it to Tosh from his workstation) Bloody hell, this has been an uneventful week.

Tosh: (catching ball and throwing it to Gwen) Maybe we should count our blessings.

Gwen: (catching ball and tossing it to Ianto) I don't know Tosh. When somebody says that, it usually means we'll have late activity. Like saying it's going to rain.

Ianto: (catches ball on coffee tray and is about to toss it back to Owen) The forecast for this week was cloudy almost everywhere in Wales.

Jack: (plucks ball from tray, next to his mug and tosses in basket while letting his legs swing from the edge of Tosh's desk) I hope we get more wind than rain. I love the way I look with a billowing jacket in the wind.

Ianto: Pleasant as always sir.

Jack: Careful Ianto, that could be considered harassment.

Owen: Since when has that stopped you Jack?

The rift monitor at Tosh's station begins to sound a shrieking alarm. Tosh spins around and clicks a few hasty keys.

Gwen: A rift opening somewhere in the United States? Does the Rift go that far?

Jack: The rift is like a woman sometimes.

Gwen: And what do you mean by that?

Owen: Furthermore, how long has it been since you've known what it was like to be with a woman?

Jack: It's a long story. (They all stare at him). Okay, it's been awhile! But there are some things that you never forget.

Tosh: Was she that bad? Or that memorable?

Jack: (takes a sip of coffee) So, what do we know about where the Rift portal opened at?