The Morning After
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 6
After Tara and I talked, I went home to my memories- both good and bad. Eventually sleep overtook me, creating dreams of Buffy. I woke the next morning more relaxed and ready for work. That day, even my co-workers noticed the change in my anxiety level. As usual, I went to the shop after work to get a patrol update to see if there were any baddies to research.
The object of my dreams was surprisingly absent, but everyone else was there: Anya at the cash register, ringing up a sale, Willow and Tara huddled together at the table looking over a book, and Dawn talking with Spike. I started toward the table, when I felt Spike's eyes boring holes through my skull. If looks could kill, his chip would have given him one hell of a headache. Trying to ignore the fangless one, I sit next to the witches and help with research.
"We're trying to figure what's wrong with Buffy. She's been sick lately, and there seems to be no reason for it." Willow looked up from her research, worriedly. Tara just looked at me with some sort of message in her eyes, though I couldn't figure what she was trying to tell me.
"What's wrong with her? I mean what are her symptoms?" I asked with some trepidation. The last time she was ill, some demon was killing little kids.
"What d'ya think Droopy? She throws up at the mention of food, and looks like she's been worshiping the porcelain god even when she's 'fine,'" Spike snarled at me like I was to blame…
Wait a second, Tara's eye message, is she? But then how would Spike know? Tara is the only one who knows about that night. Maybe it's one of those vampire things… eew. But we were only together that one night, and she'd tell me, wouldn't she? I know she's been distant since then, but she would still tell me. I really need to talk to Buffy.
During my little inner monologue, every one started to stare at me. I guess they've never seen "pensive Xander" before. "What? Just a little shocked is all." Trying to look as if I have no idea as to the source of Buffy's illness, but I must have failed.
"Do you know why Buffy's sick Xander?" Spike asked me with knowing eyes. There was one thing I thought to do in this situation- lie.
"No Clue, Fangless. I'm as worried as you all." That must have satisfied everyone except Tara and Spike, but they chose not to contradict me.
The interrogation over for the moment, we all went back to our activities. A while later, Tara and I met glances, and I decided to go back to the training room. After a few minutes, Tara followed.
As soon as she stepped in, I looked at her, "Do you think she is?"
Tara silently replied, "Yes, Xander. I've seen her more often than you, and it seems she has the classic symptoms."
I ran my hand through my hair, "Does she know, I mean… I don't know what I mean."
Tara calmly walked toward me, "I'm not sure. She has to have some inkling, but whether or not she's willing to admit it is something you two need to talk about."
"You know, Willow's lucky to have you." I looked at her with a smile, and she blushed. "Can you make some excuse for me? I need to talk to her alone." Tara nodded her assent, and left through the back door to Buffy's house.
Sorry for the short chapter. More to follow shortly.
Rating: R due to language
Disclaimer: These Characters are not mine. I wish they were, but I am not that lucky, nor am I that rich
Beta'd by Sajinn
Feedback is desperately needed. If not, I will keep writing badly and keep posting them.
Set Season 6. After "Hell's Bells" Willow and Tara are together, though.
This is written in Xander's POV.
Chapter 6
After Tara and I talked, I went home to my memories- both good and bad. Eventually sleep overtook me, creating dreams of Buffy. I woke the next morning more relaxed and ready for work. That day, even my co-workers noticed the change in my anxiety level. As usual, I went to the shop after work to get a patrol update to see if there were any baddies to research.
The object of my dreams was surprisingly absent, but everyone else was there: Anya at the cash register, ringing up a sale, Willow and Tara huddled together at the table looking over a book, and Dawn talking with Spike. I started toward the table, when I felt Spike's eyes boring holes through my skull. If looks could kill, his chip would have given him one hell of a headache. Trying to ignore the fangless one, I sit next to the witches and help with research.
"We're trying to figure what's wrong with Buffy. She's been sick lately, and there seems to be no reason for it." Willow looked up from her research, worriedly. Tara just looked at me with some sort of message in her eyes, though I couldn't figure what she was trying to tell me.
"What's wrong with her? I mean what are her symptoms?" I asked with some trepidation. The last time she was ill, some demon was killing little kids.
"What d'ya think Droopy? She throws up at the mention of food, and looks like she's been worshiping the porcelain god even when she's 'fine,'" Spike snarled at me like I was to blame…
Wait a second, Tara's eye message, is she? But then how would Spike know? Tara is the only one who knows about that night. Maybe it's one of those vampire things… eew. But we were only together that one night, and she'd tell me, wouldn't she? I know she's been distant since then, but she would still tell me. I really need to talk to Buffy.
During my little inner monologue, every one started to stare at me. I guess they've never seen "pensive Xander" before. "What? Just a little shocked is all." Trying to look as if I have no idea as to the source of Buffy's illness, but I must have failed.
"Do you know why Buffy's sick Xander?" Spike asked me with knowing eyes. There was one thing I thought to do in this situation- lie.
"No Clue, Fangless. I'm as worried as you all." That must have satisfied everyone except Tara and Spike, but they chose not to contradict me.
The interrogation over for the moment, we all went back to our activities. A while later, Tara and I met glances, and I decided to go back to the training room. After a few minutes, Tara followed.
As soon as she stepped in, I looked at her, "Do you think she is?"
Tara silently replied, "Yes, Xander. I've seen her more often than you, and it seems she has the classic symptoms."
I ran my hand through my hair, "Does she know, I mean… I don't know what I mean."
Tara calmly walked toward me, "I'm not sure. She has to have some inkling, but whether or not she's willing to admit it is something you two need to talk about."
"You know, Willow's lucky to have you." I looked at her with a smile, and she blushed. "Can you make some excuse for me? I need to talk to her alone." Tara nodded her assent, and left through the back door to Buffy's house.
Sorry for the short chapter. More to follow shortly.