Title: "Dominoes"
Spoilers: After the season finale, "Graves". Set in the beginning
of season seven.
Rating: PG (so far)
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, Greenwolf, and UPN own the show and it's
characters. So there. For this chapter, I don't own the characters Loraine and
George either.
Summary: B/S (and others) and post-"Graves" fiasco, set in
season 7. My first fanfic. Ever.
*italic text indicates thought and stress in dialogue.
Feedback: *giggles* Thanks for the reviews so far.. it turns out that
feedback is like writing gas for me. hint hint. :P
Note: I've got more planned for soon, so please don't worry if it's a little short.
After Willow threw around a few phone calls while the gang continued to research African (as Giles clarified recently) wish-granters, she slumped into a chair and sighed.
Willow: "Sigh."
Dawn: "What's up, mamma two?"
Willow granted herself and Dawn a friendly smile and gave the group the lowdown.
Willow: "It's just that I'm trying to reach Xander, and I can't find him. He's not at his apartment, the construction office, or the bar. Which, by the way, thank god."
After a quick run of potential unwanted replies calculated in her head, Anya went on with her question.
Anya: "Is he.. is he in danger, or something to that effect?"
Giles: "Yes, I was wondering that as well. Something related to the vampire we've been investigating?"
Willow: "No.. no. He's fine. It's just.. I needed to talk to him."
Anya's face contorted into a different kind of worry, and Willow quickly recovered for her benefit.
Willow: "About Buffy. I mean.. we're.. we're just.. ya know? Bestest friends stuff."
Willow felt that she saved Anya from jealousy competently, yet little did she know how much that hurt more. Anya hid it well enough.
Giles: "Ah yes. Well then, it does seem that if we cannot locate the fellow.. perhaps we should search."
Willow wondered how many of lot of them actually cared where Xander was. Dawn may have been infatuated with him before, but after Spike's company he was dropped like a stale waffle cone. Giles may consider him a metaphorical child of his as he does with Willow and Buffy, but he also considered Xander an idiot. Anya... well she was a sort of puzzle in the eyes of Willow.
Willow: "Well alrighty then."
Xander: "What? No witty reply? No sadistically dead comedian slash villian?"
Spike didn't feel threatened at all by the guy, but thought perhaps he should be.
Spike: "So you think I'm witty then? Well that's quite decent of you."
Xander closed his eyes for a second, and when they reappeared they glinted like the orbs of a madman. Spike's friendly smirk was unexpectedly broken.
Spike: Come on Bloody. Are you really letting the boy get to you?
Xander: "Come now, Spikey. Don't be scared. Another one of Buffy's sidekicks going Anakin? I wouldn't be so cliche."
Spike: "What's going on with your tone, monkey boy? It's a bit too confident for my taste."
He retorted this with a matching tone of voice, and stood up in confrontational manly mode.
Spike: "Oh.. and lay off the brain. Her evil was.. it wasn't. It was nothing compared to what others have done."
Xander: "You really putting that out there, Willy the Bloody? You're the monster. You're the savage. The miscreant. The fiend."
Spike: "I'd never deny that."
Xander: Is that regret? Nah.
Spike: "What brought you to my home sweet home in the first place?"
The demon was solemn now.
Xander grinned.
Xander: "It's not an evil thing to do, ya know? Killing a demon."
Xander whipped open the door to the afternoon sunlight, after he saw that Spike was where he wanted him to be.
