"My bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R. My bologna has a second name
it's M-A-Y-E-R-"
"You got the job!!" Dawn hugged her singing big sister.
"You are now looking at the new Nurses Aid. What's even better is they were willing to work with my class schedule just as long as I promise when I become a nurse I'll work for them."
Dawn jumped up and down, "This is the coolest! Andrew and Xander are just gonna die!"
"Yeah, well they're just hearing the news, its not like they're my patients."
Days turned into months and finally Christmas came. Buffy spent all the time she could outside in the snow watching Andrew and Dawn sledding or otherwise playing in the snow, while Xander and the new puppy, Steve, played in the snow. They were defiantly not the people one would consider normal, but it was the closest thing Buffy ever had.
Dawn and Andrew would fight more now that it was winter and they both were on vacation, spending most of their days together. This didn't bother Buffy or Xander, but what happened next troubled them beyond words.
"Buff, I'm not saying it isn't a valid point, it's just that superman would kick spiderman's ass, no matter... Is it too quiet?"
"Buffy looked up from the book, Emma, she had been reading, "Huh?"
"There's no screaming, arguing, banging...."
"It's way to quiet." She finished for him. They both got up and went upstairs to Andrew's room. Buffy opened the door and found herself horrified at the sight in front of her.
"Andrew!"
"Dawn!"
They both yelled at the same time. The two tore apart and sat on opposite sides of the bed they were just caught making out on.
"What were you doing with your hands all over little Dawnie!! What have you done to her!" Xander yelled at Andrew while Buffy was yelling at Dawn, "You... What... Andrew... He's not like that!! You know he's.... sensitive... Why!"
"Buffy! He is very much like that! We're a couple... I think... And you're going to have to accept it." Dawn screamed back.
"She's not little! She.... She's very grown up... And we... We love each other, and you are going to have to live with it, please." Andrew finished leaving the room silent.
"I'm standing here on my own two hands and I'm going to have a stroke. Buffy Summers, one of the oldest slayers alive is killed by her sister and her boyfriend!" Buffy then stormed out of the room.
"I'm going after her, you two... don't do anything, don't think about doing anything and when I get back we'll talk about... THIS." He motioned between the two.
He made it to the newly refinished porch to find Buffy in her favorite place to think, on the steps facing the front yard.
"Okay, that was a very scary moment. I think I heard my mother's voice somewhere in there."
"I was sure he was... ya know..." Buffy said as Xander put a down coat over shoulders.
"Yeah, me too. So, you want to kill em?"
"Na, but we can't just leave it like this, with the two of them being able to, you know."
"Well, being a former teenage boy, knowing the hormones and such, I say we lock them up until their forty. But, since that's illegal I say we make some rules." Xander sighed.
"God," he continued, "Me being the rule maker, never thought I'd see the day."
"Is it just me, or did we just age like ten years?"
"It's not you. You ever wonder how we ended up here? I don't mean this place, but I mean you and me, acting the elder to two teenagers who are now probably pawing each other to death, and a puppy who is probably peeing on one of the nice fake plants. But the thing is, this upsets me. I have this desire to tell them all to behave. When did we turn into the enemy?"
"Dunno, I thought I'd be dead by now, and counting on when the death would occur I might have been fairly happy about that. You know of all the things I thought I'd be doing when I wasn't the slayer anymore, this wasn't it. I thought I'd be carefree, partying or something, but now I have no desire to 'shake my grove thang,' more make sure Dawnie doesn't shake hers. There's one thing. If I have to be boring, I'm glad I'm boring with you." She smiled sweetly at him, then gasped in pleasant shock.
"What is it Buff?" Xander raised an eyebrow to his friend.
"I'm baked." She looked back at her friend and saw him for what he meant to her.
Not only was he her friend, but companion, champion, partner when it came to raising Dawn, and a man who she was without a doubt going to grow old with. She never doubted that, it was just then that she realized that he wasn't going to be by her side as a friend, but as a lover, the man she was in love with. These past months she realized that she didn't want to be with her exes, and now understood why she felt that way; she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. There was no way any woman could spend so much time with this endearing man and not fall in love with him. He looked over at her with his shining eyes and adorable half smile.
"I'm not mad at Dawn and Andrew anymore." She said.
She wrapped her arms and half her jacket around him, as he wrapped his arms around her trying to warm her up. As their lips were about to touch the porch lights flicked on and off, they looked behind them to see the two teens giggling. Buffy hung her head fully believing the moment had been ruined.
"Screw it, I've waited eight years." Xander sighed.
Their lips touched and Buffy knew she was wrong; the moment wasn't ruined at all.
AN: Sappy, I know, but I'm in the Christmas spirit damnit. at least I didn't put mistletoe in!!
"You got the job!!" Dawn hugged her singing big sister.
"You are now looking at the new Nurses Aid. What's even better is they were willing to work with my class schedule just as long as I promise when I become a nurse I'll work for them."
Dawn jumped up and down, "This is the coolest! Andrew and Xander are just gonna die!"
"Yeah, well they're just hearing the news, its not like they're my patients."
Days turned into months and finally Christmas came. Buffy spent all the time she could outside in the snow watching Andrew and Dawn sledding or otherwise playing in the snow, while Xander and the new puppy, Steve, played in the snow. They were defiantly not the people one would consider normal, but it was the closest thing Buffy ever had.
Dawn and Andrew would fight more now that it was winter and they both were on vacation, spending most of their days together. This didn't bother Buffy or Xander, but what happened next troubled them beyond words.
"Buff, I'm not saying it isn't a valid point, it's just that superman would kick spiderman's ass, no matter... Is it too quiet?"
"Buffy looked up from the book, Emma, she had been reading, "Huh?"
"There's no screaming, arguing, banging...."
"It's way to quiet." She finished for him. They both got up and went upstairs to Andrew's room. Buffy opened the door and found herself horrified at the sight in front of her.
"Andrew!"
"Dawn!"
They both yelled at the same time. The two tore apart and sat on opposite sides of the bed they were just caught making out on.
"What were you doing with your hands all over little Dawnie!! What have you done to her!" Xander yelled at Andrew while Buffy was yelling at Dawn, "You... What... Andrew... He's not like that!! You know he's.... sensitive... Why!"
"Buffy! He is very much like that! We're a couple... I think... And you're going to have to accept it." Dawn screamed back.
"She's not little! She.... She's very grown up... And we... We love each other, and you are going to have to live with it, please." Andrew finished leaving the room silent.
"I'm standing here on my own two hands and I'm going to have a stroke. Buffy Summers, one of the oldest slayers alive is killed by her sister and her boyfriend!" Buffy then stormed out of the room.
"I'm going after her, you two... don't do anything, don't think about doing anything and when I get back we'll talk about... THIS." He motioned between the two.
He made it to the newly refinished porch to find Buffy in her favorite place to think, on the steps facing the front yard.
"Okay, that was a very scary moment. I think I heard my mother's voice somewhere in there."
"I was sure he was... ya know..." Buffy said as Xander put a down coat over shoulders.
"Yeah, me too. So, you want to kill em?"
"Na, but we can't just leave it like this, with the two of them being able to, you know."
"Well, being a former teenage boy, knowing the hormones and such, I say we lock them up until their forty. But, since that's illegal I say we make some rules." Xander sighed.
"God," he continued, "Me being the rule maker, never thought I'd see the day."
"Is it just me, or did we just age like ten years?"
"It's not you. You ever wonder how we ended up here? I don't mean this place, but I mean you and me, acting the elder to two teenagers who are now probably pawing each other to death, and a puppy who is probably peeing on one of the nice fake plants. But the thing is, this upsets me. I have this desire to tell them all to behave. When did we turn into the enemy?"
"Dunno, I thought I'd be dead by now, and counting on when the death would occur I might have been fairly happy about that. You know of all the things I thought I'd be doing when I wasn't the slayer anymore, this wasn't it. I thought I'd be carefree, partying or something, but now I have no desire to 'shake my grove thang,' more make sure Dawnie doesn't shake hers. There's one thing. If I have to be boring, I'm glad I'm boring with you." She smiled sweetly at him, then gasped in pleasant shock.
"What is it Buff?" Xander raised an eyebrow to his friend.
"I'm baked." She looked back at her friend and saw him for what he meant to her.
Not only was he her friend, but companion, champion, partner when it came to raising Dawn, and a man who she was without a doubt going to grow old with. She never doubted that, it was just then that she realized that he wasn't going to be by her side as a friend, but as a lover, the man she was in love with. These past months she realized that she didn't want to be with her exes, and now understood why she felt that way; she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. There was no way any woman could spend so much time with this endearing man and not fall in love with him. He looked over at her with his shining eyes and adorable half smile.
"I'm not mad at Dawn and Andrew anymore." She said.
She wrapped her arms and half her jacket around him, as he wrapped his arms around her trying to warm her up. As their lips were about to touch the porch lights flicked on and off, they looked behind them to see the two teens giggling. Buffy hung her head fully believing the moment had been ruined.
"Screw it, I've waited eight years." Xander sighed.
Their lips touched and Buffy knew she was wrong; the moment wasn't ruined at all.
AN: Sappy, I know, but I'm in the Christmas spirit damnit. at least I didn't put mistletoe in!!