Title: Camping Days
Author: Bonster
Email: angelxanderforever@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yeah, definitely.
Archive: Let me know, because I like knowing where these boys play.
Pairings: S/X
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. They belong to Joss "God" Whedon. Oh and ME, Kuzui, Fox, etc.
Spoilers: None
Summary: This is completely and utterly AU. A look at the experiences of several counselors at Camp Somnium Fjord.
Warnings: this is campy *snicker*
Notes: Thanks to John. Oh and I blame this whole fic on Animal Crackers, if I never would have envisioned Wesley Wyndam-Pryce eating them, this whole thing would never have happened.
Part 1
Children were swarming out of the buses that had brought them to Camp Somnium Fjord. They would experience in the next two weeks the happy event that occurred every summer of their respective youths. Ageless tradition was brought to mind when two cherished words were spoken: summer camp.
The traditions of learning to swim, enjoying logic problems and fill-in puzzles, working on assorted crafts, making new lifelong friends, the sweet sensation of first love, and above all, camaraderie.
Camp Somnium Fjord was an extraordinary summer camp. A camp that not only catered to vampires and other assorted demons who operated and attended the camp, but humans as well.
It was the summer of 2001, when several counselors, most of whom had lost their youthful exuberance for the camp experience, reclaimed some of that lost joie de vivre.
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"Geez, Xander, I can't believe you're telling me this now. We're about to be split into our groups," said Willow Rosenberg, who had been Xander Harris' best friend since their heights were still below that line that says you could ride the ride.
Xander smiled fondly at Willow. "Wills, I know, but I just had to tell you. Moral obligation to tell you about the staggering crush your best friend has on the oh-so-unobtainable one."
Willow smiled at him sympathy, placing a hand on his shoulder. "A Night Counselor, no less. Ah, Xan. Since last summer?"
Xander chewed his bottom lip. "Uh huh. Last summer. He was teaching swimming, Willow. Sure it was night and I didn't get that good a look, but -" Xander sighed dreamily.
Willow giggled. "Okay, you doofus. What are you planning on doing about it?"
Xander looked to the ground. "The only thing I know. Pine, pant, and pray. You know how I am around people I have a crush on."
Willow rolled her eyes, and smacked his arm. "Alexander LaVelle Harris, you will not pine and pant for the next two weeks. Praying you can do because I don't have to watch the drool dripping out of your mouth. But pining and panting, nuh-uh. No, sir. We're going to do something about your crush this year."
Xander's eyes widened in fear and he gaped. Willow would have sworn her friend looked like he was about to cry.
"Willow, you swear you will not tell a SOUL about this, right? Promise me? Wills, pinky swear me," Xander said, voice cracking in desperation.
Willow entwined her pinky with Xander's. "I pinky swear not to tell a soul about your crush."
Releasing Willow's pinky, Xander sighed.
They then heard the voice of Richard Wilkins, owner of the camp, boom out from the loudspeakers, telling everyone to get into their groups which were sorted by cabin number.
Xander gave one last pleading look to Willow, whose group was number four, and he went off to his own number eight group.
Since it was daytime, the majority of the campers that had arrived were human. When night arrived, so would the other children, most of whom were demons, a rare few were vampires. The children in each cabin were supervised by either a Day Counselor or a Night Counselor, depending on the children's needs.
Xander's group were all Day Attenders. Although Willow's group, as sometimes happened, had a few Night Attenders in the mix.
Each counselor gathered their groups and took them to settle into their respective cabins. The next time they would all meet would be the Opening Bonfire later that night.
Xander turned on the automatic Counselor pilot as he chatted and laughed with his group when they reached their cabin. His stomach fluttered at the thought that the cabin next to his would be where Spike and his Night Attenders would be. Thinking dreamily of what Spike looked like the previous year, Xander got his belongings situated. After he finished he declared a round of charades would break the ice for the group. And help pass time until the bonfire, he added silently.
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The bonfire was roaring prettily when Xander finally managed to arrive at it's side. A camper named Oscar Hyalton had completely forgotten his asthma inhaler, and had been in hysterics for a good two hours. Until finally his father had arrived with a stern lecture and inhaler in tow. After the father had left, the kid had went into hysterics again because he felt guilty. Oscar had now seated himself by a girl named Lois who had also been throwing fits.
Xander rolled his eyes and headed to the other side of the bonfire where the other counselors were all sitting around listening to the storyteller or standing and conversing very quietly. Noticing several vampires talking while barely moving their lips, he shook his head. Xander thought, Damn vamps. Super hearing and all that. They don't have to learn the ventriloquism we Day Counselors have to.
He found Willow sitting beside her friend Tara. Plopping down beside his Wills, he flashed her a "I'm already tired of children, let's drown them all" grin.
"Already have a troublemaker? I'm sorry, Xan. But you know what can make it better?" Willow said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She pointed her head to her left and behind her.
Curious at what she was up to, but cautious nonetheless, Xander moved only his eyes in the direction she had indicated. Not four feet over from Willow, Spike was sitting, his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.
Xander felt his breath catch. Spike's hair was slightly darker and longer, but everything else appeared unchanged. The orange glow of the bonfire made Spike's eyes sparkle. Xander was dazzled.
When Spike looked over at him and smiled, Xander almost didn't register it. Realizing that Spike's smile was starting to waver, Xander hurriedly grinned and said, "Hey!"
"Hey, Xander wasn't it?" Spike said, in all his British accented glory.
He remembered my name, Xander thought. He remembered my name! I am so going to find a place to squeal with girlish delight after the bonfire. "Yeah, Spike right?"
Out of the corner of his eye Xander saw Willow grinning and trying to restrain from outright laughing.
Spike nodded, his smile having brightened when Xander said his name. Spike reached to scratch the top of his head, causing a few locks to move forward and dangle just above his eye. Still smiling, Spike glanced at his watch and frowned. He looked at Xander apologetically. "Well, Xander, some of the Night Counselors are meeting now. But I hear you're group's in the cabin next to ours. So I'm sure I'll see you around, mate." Spike stood and brushed the grass of his pants, turning as he did so.
Xander barely kept his mouth shut. He could feel the drool forming a lake in his mouth as he watched Spike's hands glide in slow motion down and around his thighs and buttocks.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pinch on his arm. His vision cleared, and Spike was long gone. He glared at Willow. "I happened to be in a moment there, Willow. A very happy moment," Xander sighed longingly.
Willow and Tara giggled. Glaring at them, Xander turned to the storyteller, who was finishing a story about a demon in years past named oGar the Magnificent.
TBC...
Author: Bonster
Email: angelxanderforever@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yeah, definitely.
Archive: Let me know, because I like knowing where these boys play.
Pairings: S/X
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. They belong to Joss "God" Whedon. Oh and ME, Kuzui, Fox, etc.
Spoilers: None
Summary: This is completely and utterly AU. A look at the experiences of several counselors at Camp Somnium Fjord.
Warnings: this is campy *snicker*
Notes: Thanks to John. Oh and I blame this whole fic on Animal Crackers, if I never would have envisioned Wesley Wyndam-Pryce eating them, this whole thing would never have happened.
Part 1
Children were swarming out of the buses that had brought them to Camp Somnium Fjord. They would experience in the next two weeks the happy event that occurred every summer of their respective youths. Ageless tradition was brought to mind when two cherished words were spoken: summer camp.
The traditions of learning to swim, enjoying logic problems and fill-in puzzles, working on assorted crafts, making new lifelong friends, the sweet sensation of first love, and above all, camaraderie.
Camp Somnium Fjord was an extraordinary summer camp. A camp that not only catered to vampires and other assorted demons who operated and attended the camp, but humans as well.
It was the summer of 2001, when several counselors, most of whom had lost their youthful exuberance for the camp experience, reclaimed some of that lost joie de vivre.
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"Geez, Xander, I can't believe you're telling me this now. We're about to be split into our groups," said Willow Rosenberg, who had been Xander Harris' best friend since their heights were still below that line that says you could ride the ride.
Xander smiled fondly at Willow. "Wills, I know, but I just had to tell you. Moral obligation to tell you about the staggering crush your best friend has on the oh-so-unobtainable one."
Willow smiled at him sympathy, placing a hand on his shoulder. "A Night Counselor, no less. Ah, Xan. Since last summer?"
Xander chewed his bottom lip. "Uh huh. Last summer. He was teaching swimming, Willow. Sure it was night and I didn't get that good a look, but -" Xander sighed dreamily.
Willow giggled. "Okay, you doofus. What are you planning on doing about it?"
Xander looked to the ground. "The only thing I know. Pine, pant, and pray. You know how I am around people I have a crush on."
Willow rolled her eyes, and smacked his arm. "Alexander LaVelle Harris, you will not pine and pant for the next two weeks. Praying you can do because I don't have to watch the drool dripping out of your mouth. But pining and panting, nuh-uh. No, sir. We're going to do something about your crush this year."
Xander's eyes widened in fear and he gaped. Willow would have sworn her friend looked like he was about to cry.
"Willow, you swear you will not tell a SOUL about this, right? Promise me? Wills, pinky swear me," Xander said, voice cracking in desperation.
Willow entwined her pinky with Xander's. "I pinky swear not to tell a soul about your crush."
Releasing Willow's pinky, Xander sighed.
They then heard the voice of Richard Wilkins, owner of the camp, boom out from the loudspeakers, telling everyone to get into their groups which were sorted by cabin number.
Xander gave one last pleading look to Willow, whose group was number four, and he went off to his own number eight group.
Since it was daytime, the majority of the campers that had arrived were human. When night arrived, so would the other children, most of whom were demons, a rare few were vampires. The children in each cabin were supervised by either a Day Counselor or a Night Counselor, depending on the children's needs.
Xander's group were all Day Attenders. Although Willow's group, as sometimes happened, had a few Night Attenders in the mix.
Each counselor gathered their groups and took them to settle into their respective cabins. The next time they would all meet would be the Opening Bonfire later that night.
Xander turned on the automatic Counselor pilot as he chatted and laughed with his group when they reached their cabin. His stomach fluttered at the thought that the cabin next to his would be where Spike and his Night Attenders would be. Thinking dreamily of what Spike looked like the previous year, Xander got his belongings situated. After he finished he declared a round of charades would break the ice for the group. And help pass time until the bonfire, he added silently.
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The bonfire was roaring prettily when Xander finally managed to arrive at it's side. A camper named Oscar Hyalton had completely forgotten his asthma inhaler, and had been in hysterics for a good two hours. Until finally his father had arrived with a stern lecture and inhaler in tow. After the father had left, the kid had went into hysterics again because he felt guilty. Oscar had now seated himself by a girl named Lois who had also been throwing fits.
Xander rolled his eyes and headed to the other side of the bonfire where the other counselors were all sitting around listening to the storyteller or standing and conversing very quietly. Noticing several vampires talking while barely moving their lips, he shook his head. Xander thought, Damn vamps. Super hearing and all that. They don't have to learn the ventriloquism we Day Counselors have to.
He found Willow sitting beside her friend Tara. Plopping down beside his Wills, he flashed her a "I'm already tired of children, let's drown them all" grin.
"Already have a troublemaker? I'm sorry, Xan. But you know what can make it better?" Willow said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She pointed her head to her left and behind her.
Curious at what she was up to, but cautious nonetheless, Xander moved only his eyes in the direction she had indicated. Not four feet over from Willow, Spike was sitting, his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.
Xander felt his breath catch. Spike's hair was slightly darker and longer, but everything else appeared unchanged. The orange glow of the bonfire made Spike's eyes sparkle. Xander was dazzled.
When Spike looked over at him and smiled, Xander almost didn't register it. Realizing that Spike's smile was starting to waver, Xander hurriedly grinned and said, "Hey!"
"Hey, Xander wasn't it?" Spike said, in all his British accented glory.
He remembered my name, Xander thought. He remembered my name! I am so going to find a place to squeal with girlish delight after the bonfire. "Yeah, Spike right?"
Out of the corner of his eye Xander saw Willow grinning and trying to restrain from outright laughing.
Spike nodded, his smile having brightened when Xander said his name. Spike reached to scratch the top of his head, causing a few locks to move forward and dangle just above his eye. Still smiling, Spike glanced at his watch and frowned. He looked at Xander apologetically. "Well, Xander, some of the Night Counselors are meeting now. But I hear you're group's in the cabin next to ours. So I'm sure I'll see you around, mate." Spike stood and brushed the grass of his pants, turning as he did so.
Xander barely kept his mouth shut. He could feel the drool forming a lake in his mouth as he watched Spike's hands glide in slow motion down and around his thighs and buttocks.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pinch on his arm. His vision cleared, and Spike was long gone. He glared at Willow. "I happened to be in a moment there, Willow. A very happy moment," Xander sighed longingly.
Willow and Tara giggled. Glaring at them, Xander turned to the storyteller, who was finishing a story about a demon in years past named oGar the Magnificent.
TBC...