Title: Knights Consort (10/?)

Author: Cyclone

Feedback: Please be gentle.

Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.

Rating: Just a little bad language.

Spoilers: Anything and everything.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Summary: There's more to love than sexual attraction. In fact, sometimes, sexual attraction just gets in the way.

Author's Note: Nothing much to say here.


As it turns out, I was wrong. Faith only drives stick. Not that you could tell, given the rep she's built herself. Still, she let me down easy.

Which is a shame. 'Cause she's hot.

Still, she left me with some serious thinking to do. She got me to put into words what I wasn't willing to admit: I love Xander, and definitely not in a platonic way. I'm not entirely sure in what way, to be honest. The problem remains that I was also right. I'm not attracted to him.

Though I am a little curious about those stories I've heard about his tongue - shy, Anya was not - that's about the full extent of my sexual interest in him.

I've come to the conclusion that I have four options for dealing with this... this thing between me and Xander. Whatever it is.

Option one: Leave. Get away from him. Take an assignment in Siberia or something. Problem is, who's going to watch over him and keep him from getting himself killed if not me?

Option two: Get someone to do a mind whammy on me so I stop feeling like this about him. Definitely not my first choice, and who could I trust with this, anyway? The only one I'd trust is Willow, and she'd be a bad choice for... well, obvious reasons.

Option three: Turn Xander into a woman, either through magic or surgery. I'm... kind of partial to this idea, actually, but I'm pretty sure he'd object. Rather strenuously, at that.

Option four: Well... you'd be surprised how many recipes there are for love potions, ranging from mild attraction to lust on sight to eternal love slave. It shouldn't be too hard for me to find the right one, mix it up, and drink it.

Hey, I never said they were good options.

I wish I knew what to do.