Author's note: This fic mutated into a crossover fic. Its going to cross over with Angel, mostly begining in the next chapter. Also, HUGE THANKS to Vespera for co-writing this part and is a goddess for helping me ;p
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Xander stretched himself further out on the couch trying to figure a way to get out of the blankets the slayer rapped around him. He could still breathe, which was a plus, but moving any appendages was certainly out of the question.

Buffy had turned into a mother hen the last few days. He wasn't allowed to get anything for himself, even if he was up, or closer to it. Part of him hated to be coddled, while the other wanted to know how long he could milk this for. At night Buffy went on patrol and the others came around. Part of him felt belittled, like he was being babysat, but he did know better. They though they did something wrong, they thought they neglected him. But it was as much his fault as it was theirs. He kept everything inside, never letting anyone totally in, not even Anya.

Were they expected to become interrogators? He was guilty just as much as they were... in his mind maybe even more so.

So they would talk, about nothing really. It just seemed like they came over to hang, which he could handle.

During the day when they were at their jobs he and Buffy would talk. It was nothing like the "hanging around" the other guys did. This was a gut wrenching tear fest. Sometimes he cried, sometimes she did, but mostly they both did. She ended up telling him things she never told anyone. He told her about his father, something he never even told Willow about. Every time he talked about his father and what he used to do Buffy would cry and have to leave the room for a while. When he asked her what was wrong she never responded, she just told him to keep talking.

He wanted so badly to comfort her. To tell her some joke or anything to stop her from crying, but he couldn't, she ordered him not to. She said she needed to know.

They became close, which was a shock since they already were close to begin with, but it was there and the others saw it.

Willow felt especially bad; he could see it in her eyes. But he waited till they were alone and told her that she will always have a Willow shaped part of him that no one could ever touch. She hugged him and told him she still wasn't going to say if she started that fire or not.

"Buffy!! Get me out of this thing!!"

"Its a blanket, you don't get out of it, you unblanket yourself. Its not something you need directions for."

"Yeah well this is a special slayer strength thing.... I can't move!"

He demonstrated by trying as hard as he could to move his arms but not getting anywhere. She stood above him and watched; she then got an idea, which was never a good thing.

"Buffy whatever you are thinking stop."

"You really can't get out of there." It was more of a statement than a question; she then gave him a wicked smile.

"I'll tell your watcher on you..." He tried, he knew he was helpless.

That's when she made her move, she pounced on him and proceeded to tickle him right where she knew he was the most ticklish. He began to laugh uncontrollably and thrashed for a way out of the blanket. He then got out and decided payback was fair play, while she insisted "No fair cheater!!"

They rolled off the couch on the floor where she ended up on top of him suddenly stopping and looking him deeply in the eyes. She smiled and brushed a stray hair of his back, her face slowly reaching his. He moves his eyes down to watch her lips as they curve slightly as if begging to be touched, tasted, kissed. She slowly licks her lips in anticipation to what is about to come. He can feel her breath against his lips; feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Closer and closer still; their lips are now a mere breath away. They barely brush up against each other sending sensations of passion through one another. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. They practically scatter to opposite ends of the room.

"Who is it?" Buffy managed.

"My name is Fred, you don't know me... I work with Angel."