DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon or whoever he sold the rights to owns the Buffyverse, Icha Icha is owned by Jiraiya who in turn is owned by Masashi Kishimoto, Christine belongs to Stephen King and Transformers or any other fandom's I've missed also, do not belong to me...I own nothing apparently or I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Icha Icha Sunnydale: An Epilogue and some Omakes
Xander turned to Willow who was in the passenger seat of Christine singing along to yet another Elvis tune. "Can you believe we are actually here? I mean, we've been planning this road trip since forever."
She smiled back at him, "I know, I can't wait to see Nevada."
"Me either, 4 hours to Reno with me driving, I bet Christine can make it faster without getting caught, what do you think babe?"
The dome light blinked once.
"Cool, well if Christine is driving then I guess that leaves my hands free for more important things." He said this while leaning across the seat and pressing his lips against hers. His hands found her waist and went up under her t shirt to play with the warm smooth skin there.
"Xander! Someone will see us!" She said while giggling.
He wasn't entirely certain she disliked that idea, but the windows went opaque black soon after and he smiled, "I guess that solves that problem then."
She smiled back at him then sighed, "I wish Dawnie could have come with us."
"Yeah, once Giles talked Mrs S down a bit she really didn't have a problem with us dating...though I think she is still in denial about you two." He kissed her nose quickly, "I think what put the kibosh on her coming with us is when she overheard Dawn talking about how the legal age in Nevada is 16 instead of 18. No matter how cool Mrs S is, she's still a mom and Dawn is still 16."
"Yeah...I miss her though. Maybe we can call her when we stop in Reno?"
"Okay, in the meantime, I've been meaning to test out that back seat." he grinned as he vaulted into the back of the car and crooked his finger at her. "Who wants to be a naughty witch in the middle of the I-80?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~IchaIcha~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the trunk Dawn grinned as she heard the springs and the muffled conversation of her hopefully soon to be lovers. "Thanks for letting me stow away Christy, I'm sure once they get over the shock, they will promptly thank you, before probably putting me on a bus or driving me back home. But I plan to make the most of that age law before that happens."
She grinned and hummed along with the Elvis tune she could hear through the deck mounted speakers above her. 'Love me Tender, Love me sweet...'
As Willow shouted out the first of many orgasms Dawn sighed, "This is going to be a long 3 hours."
A/N: Thus completes my NaNoWriMo story, not bad for coming up with the idea in late October and writing the whole thing in November. I admit chapter 10 changed a lot during editing though, adding a few thousand words. Now I welcome you to read an Omake by Stick97 on my yahoo group gml_fanfic. Please please read it and enjoy as much as I did! Some people didn't find it as entertaining as I did but I include it here for you to decide. Also, I didn't edit the omake at all, talk to stick97 if you find a problem. Thanks for reading!
Omake:
"Will? have you seen Christine?" asked Xander staring at the empty
spot where his zombie car/kinky girlfriend had last been parked.
"um. she kept playing country western sad songs, and then a ad for
the car show came on. She started playing some stripper theme music,
and took off." replied a blushing Willow.
"huh. well nothing like a little eye candy to rev the engine I guess.
Wonder when she'll be back?" wondered Xander.
2 weeks later.
"Christine! You're back! And you're a station wagon!" shouted Xander in shock.
With a loud hi pitched honk, Christin began spraying Xander with
windshield washer fluid and shuddering.
"Um, a really stylish and sleek stationwagon?" asked a soaked and
shocked Xander.
"Silly, she's a sporty hatchback!" replied an indignant Willow.
"Um, how exactly did you get the uh...upgrade Christine?" asked a now
cautious Xander.
"Summer Lovin' Happened so fast..." came across the radio, as the
front tires shifted back and forth nervously.
"Aww, did you got some hot greasy loving from a racecar, Christine?"
asked Willow with a mischevious smile.
Christine's engine purred with sheer satisfaction.
"My precious car has been violated!" wailed Xander, clutching at his forehead.
"Uh, pretty sure we did a pretty good job of that during that one
dream when IchaIcha was still here Xan." blushed Willow.
"Well, yeah, but that, um, well. Yeah, nevermind. But I wanna meet
the racecar, ern father, whatever who did this to you. The shovel
speech might no work, but my uncle has a carcrusher and a empty slot
with his name on it if he doesn't support our girl here.
A few months later...
"Is everything OK, Joe? How is she?" asked a nervous Xander as he
paced back and forth in front of the garage.
Joe the mechanic was slightly pale as he wiped the grease and other
fluids on his rag. "I ainst never complainin bouts no foreiign cars
again. I thought SAABs was bad with that turbo and all but this here
takes the cake."
"Is Christine OK? What about Bumblebee. I mean, it's all his fault
and all, but there were some scary noises coming out of the garage and
all." said Xander.
"Oh, no worries. They are both fine, I just had to do a few spot
welds on some of the damages, everytings peachy keen now." replied Joe
with a smile.
"Spot Welds! How is everything fine if you are having to spot weld
Christine?" asked a panicked Xander.
"Christine? Naw, she's right as rain, just a little low on fluids, and
tired. I'll let her rest, and top her off tomorrow and she'll be
copasetic. No, the spot welds were on Bumblebee. She nearly tore his
hand off and I had to bang out a couple o' dings to his undercarriage,
but he should be ok too. Say, you ready ta see the kids?" asked Joe.
Willow, Dawn and Xander all nodded while giving the garage mechanic
their best, 'well DUH!" faces.
Joe asked for a drumroll, and after the trio rolled their eyes and
cooperated, he pulled the garage door apart.
And was promptly nearly overrun by three small cars that came zooming out.
"Awwwwww, they're like little Power Wheels!" cooed Dawn.
"I think this one likes me," laughed Willow, as a Barbie pink Jeep
bumped her leg gently, while honking at her.
Dawn bent down to run her hands down the red mustang converible's side
as it beeped merrily.
Xander looked around for a moment. "Hey, weren't there three of..."
"AWOOOOOOOOOGGGGAAAAA!" blasted from the little black F150 that took
Xanders legs out from underneath him, as he was knocked head over
heels.
"I see my children like you three, I am glad to see they have their
mother's good taste." laughed an oddly familiar voice.
"Ch..Christine? Is that you? I, but, how, wha?" sputtered a frazzled
Xander as he tried to make sense of the 18 foot tall robots that were
standing side by side at the entrance of the garage.
"Turns out, I wasn't a 'zombiecar' after all, Xander. I am a
Transformer, and am a recon scout. I got here back in the fifties,
but I was damaged so severely at some point that I was locked into my
car form. Then Bee and I met, and well, I kinda had to sta stuck in
that form until the kids were out. I needed enough steady Energon
infusions to be able to transform back." explained Christine.
"Aren't those infusions what got you into the minivan form to begin
with" asked a smirking Dawn?
"Hush!" said a blushing Christine.
At any rate, as soon as the kiddos get their training wheels off,
they'll be able to transform too, and once they are grown, I want them
to stay with you three. It will be good for you all, and I will feel
safer about leaving." said Christine.
"Wait, what? You're leaving us, me?" said a suddenly choked up Xander.
The girls grabbed a side and hugged him in support, as Christine went
down to one knee. She looked deep into his eyes, and tried to
explain. "I won't be leaving right away, but I have been away from my
people for far too long Xander. I need to speak with my father, and
let him know what I have found. I will be back though, Xander. I had
been nearly destroyed when you found me Xander, both physically and
spiritually. I was as bad as, if not worse than a Decepticon, and you
had faith in me, and the three of you showed me how to trust and even
love again. I'll always be your first car Xander. But I'll be back,
and I'll always love you three. I'll never forget you three, and
that's why I trust you three with our children."
Beta by Godogma
