Title Series: A Hairy Situation
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: Five
Author: White Werewolf
Category: Buffy/Xander
Spoilers/Timeframe: Season 6. Before Xander's failed
marriage, and Spuffy is happening. Willow and Tara
are separated due to Willow's magic use. And Dawn
almost got killed because of Willow's problem.
Summery: While on a camping trip, Xander starts to go
through some changes. And, it's for the better.
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My eyes went wide at what I saw. With an evil grin, Buffy pushed me under the water, holding me there for a few seconds.
However, during those few seconds, my life flashed before my eyes, and you know what? I needed to get a life, preferably one that wasn't near the Hellmouth, but God knows I'd never leave my friends. So, I was stuck with the life I had, and guess what? It really isn't bad. Just scratch what I last thought. I do have a life, and it's fairly good.
I was engaged to my beautiful girlfriend, Anya, and my friends were finally getting back to what I remember them as.
Then I got an idea. I grabbed Buffy's treading legs with my arms, and pulled her under. Now, we were both underwater, staring at each other.
My breathing was about to come to a halt. I needed air, so I immediately swam back to surface, and breathed that fresh clean air.
Buffy joined me a moment later. She asked, "Why did you do that?"
I shrugged my shoulders, and replied, "Don't know. It was a 'spur of the moment' kind a thing."
She splashed some water in front of me, and said, "Don't do that."
Sighing, I said, "Fine. You win. No more pulling you into the water."
My blond friend smiled, "Good." Then headed to the boat, and climbed in. She gave me her hand, "Give me a hand."
I shrugged, and started clapping my hands together.
Buffy showed a confused look, "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a hand. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
She rolled her eyes, "You know what I mean."
"That I do," then I offered her my right hand.
The Slayer clasped both her hands around my right one. With a powerful pull, she managed to get me back into the boat. The tire on the other hand was long gone.
I sat at the north end while she sat in the south end. Wringing out my shirt to get it dry, I said, "Why don't we go back to the campsite. I don't want you or me catching a cold."
She smiled, "That's something my mom would've said."
Sighing, I said, "You miss her, dontcha?"
My friend nodded, "I do, Xand. But at least I know she's in Heaven."
"You saw her?" I asked surprisingly.
"I did. I also saw Kendra, Ms. Calendar, and even……Jesse."
At that moment my eyes widened. She saw my best friend. I looked at my reflection in the water. "Jesse," I said in a low voice. "Man, I miss him."
I don't know why at that moment, but Buffy pulled me into a hug. "I miss my mom too, Xander. But like I said, she's in Heaven looking down on all of us."
I withdrew myself from her, and we sat in complete silence. Each of us in deep thought. I went into my back wallet, and flipped to a picture of him. "I'm so sorry, man. I'm sorry I staked you. Please forgive me."
Buffy looked at me, and said, "He does forgive you. You've got to remember that Jesse was already dead. You just killed the demon that took over his body."
My stomach growled. Of all times, at this very moment, my stomach growled. But, we didn't have any fish to cook. So, I said, "Let's go back to camp."
The Slayer nodded, and reeled her fishing rod, "But we didn't catch any fish."
"True, but I've got hotdogs in my tent. We can try the fishing again tomorrow."
She smiled, "That sounds like a plan."
With that said, I reeled my fishing rod, and placed it into the boat. Then we oared back to camp.
We made our way back to the campground to see Willow still reading her book. She glanced at us, and asked us, "Where's the fish, and why are you wet?"
Buffy answered, "Xander did catch something, but it was only a tire. Then he fell in, and pulled me in with him."
She nodded, "Oh, okay. So, what do you want to do for lunch?"
I looked at my watch again, and it read, 5:00. I had no idea that Buffy and I were out in the lake for over four hours. "It's actually closer to dinner at this point. I got hotdogs at the tent. We'll cook those, and tell ghost stories."
Buffy showed me a confused look, "Ghost stories?"
I nodded, "Yeah, Buff. I got a killer story. Have you ever heard of the New Jersey Devil?"
"You mean the hockey team?" Buffy asked me.
"Nope. It's about a man who's half human, half deer. He's got the head of a deer as well as the hind hooves. "
The blond smiled, "That sounds interesting."
This time I nodded, "It's a good story. Jesse told it to me one night at his house during a sleepover. They've actually found evidence that would make this legend a reality."
"Jesse never told me that story." Willow told us.
I responded, "Well, it was one of those times when we were younger. Much younger, in fact, I think we were ten. It was during that time when you were in the hospital to get your appendix out."
She nodded, "I remember that now. You and Jesse gave me a bouquet of flowers."
I nodded, and said in my best Ed McMahn voice, "You are correct, ma'am." I would've said 'sir' but Willow's a girl. So, it only made sense.
Buffy looked at me, "How 'bout those hot dogs, Xand?"
I clasped my hands on my kneecaps, and replied, "Right. I'll get the dogs, Buffy can get some sticks, and Willow could start the fire. Does that work?"
My friends nodded in agreement. Or what I thought was agreement. They could've nodded at something else, but I decided not to pry. "Good," I replied, and stood up, "let's get going, huh?"
Immediately, I spun around, and went back to my tent, went inside, and pulled out the cooler. Then, I brought it back to the fire that was being set up by Willow.
She looked at me, "Couldn't we just have used the grill?"
I couldn't believe that I didn't think of that, but I shrugged my shoulders, "This is more fun."
With that said, I opened the cooler, and pulled out a six-pack of hotdogs, and an eight-pack of buns. What I'll never figure out is why man made hotdogs in packs of six, and buns in a pack of eight. I guess, it was one of those questions that will never be solved. Y'know, like what came first, the chicken or the egg. Another one of those questions would be if a tree fell, and nobody was around, would it make a sound. The world may never know.
Sometime during my inner monologue, Buffy came over to the fire with a fagot. No, I didn't swear. I'll have you know that a bundle of sticks is called a fagot.
Buffy smiled, and gave out three sticks. One to me, one to Willow, and one to herself. Meanwhile, I passed out the hotdogs, and started roasting them in the fire.
After a few minutes, I pulled the hotdog off my stick, placed it in the bun, and topped it off with mustard, relish, and onions. I know, I know, ketchup works well with them, but I believe ketchup is only for hamburgers, and french-fries.
"You guys ready?" I asked with a malevolent grin.
"Go ahead." Buffy answered back, "but I don't think a ghost story will scare me. After all, I'm the Slayer."
"And I'm the normal one," I said with a grin, "anyway, let's get back to the story. My story starts nine years ago, in New Jersey. A guy was traveling down the dirt path, when he heard two 'thwamp' noises. He thought it was the radio, so he lowered the volume, and continued on the road. Fifteen minutes later, he heard the noise again. So, he stopped the car, went outside with his flashlight, and shined it on the roof of the car. That's when he saw it. "
"You mean Superman? He saw Superman? I bet it was Superman." Willow jokingly asked.
I gave her a look, "No, Wills. It wasn't Superman."
"Was it Batman?" Buffy asked.
I shook my head, "It wasn't Batman."
"Was it Iron Man?" Willow asked this time.
I sighed, "No, it wasn't Iron Man, Batman, or Superman, and before somebody says something else, no it wasn't the X-men. It was the New Jersey Devil."
"That was my next guess." Willow said.
I stared before at her, "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted--"
Buffy cut him off, "Yeah, Willow."
I shrugged my shoulders in disgust, "Anyway, it was the New Jersey Devil. He had the chest and body of a man, the legs and head or a deer, and two wings attached to his back. 'Holy, crap,' said the man, and ran off into the forest. Kinda like a minotaur, but not.
Soon, he came to a tree to catch his breath, but what he didn't count on was that the New Jersey Devil was standing on the branches waiting for him. And that's when it happened."
"The New Jersey Devil taught the man how to do the Electric Slide." Willow guessed.
You gonna feel it. It's electric. Boogie woogie woogie. Okay, I don't know why I just thought that. So, I quickly told her. "No, Wills. The New Jersey Devil ripped out his throat, killing him instantly. And you know what's been found?"
"No," Buffy replied, "what was found?"
I answered, "Two footprints that looked like hooves. And it couldn't have been a deer, or else there would've been four prints, instead of two. He's also been spotted in campsites--eating little kids."
"That is one weird story," Buffy said.
Willow looked a little scared, "Did you ever fight one of these New Jersey Devils, Buffy?"
My blond friend showed me a weird look, "Nope. But, with all these demons running around in the world, who knows? The New Jersey Devil could exist."
"Very true. I mean, vampires, werewolves, and mummies exist. So, who knows? One thing I know for sure is that leprechauns don't exist," I turned to Buffy, "right?"
Buffy nodded, "Yeah, Xander. Thank god."
We continued telling more ghost stories into the later hours of the night. I told one more, while Buffy told two herself. On two occasions, we scared the sh*t out of Willow. That gave us a smile.
"Ready to turn in?" Willow asked us.
I said with a grin, "If you don't think the New Jersey Devil will come and get you, then we could go to sleep."
Buffy looked at her friend, "You also got the Slayer with you. So, don't worry about it."
Willow smiled, "Good. The only thing that I want to see during the night is my inner eyelids."
TBC
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: Five
Author: White Werewolf
Category: Buffy/Xander
Spoilers/Timeframe: Season 6. Before Xander's failed
marriage, and Spuffy is happening. Willow and Tara
are separated due to Willow's magic use. And Dawn
almost got killed because of Willow's problem.
Summery: While on a camping trip, Xander starts to go
through some changes. And, it's for the better.
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My eyes went wide at what I saw. With an evil grin, Buffy pushed me under the water, holding me there for a few seconds.
However, during those few seconds, my life flashed before my eyes, and you know what? I needed to get a life, preferably one that wasn't near the Hellmouth, but God knows I'd never leave my friends. So, I was stuck with the life I had, and guess what? It really isn't bad. Just scratch what I last thought. I do have a life, and it's fairly good.
I was engaged to my beautiful girlfriend, Anya, and my friends were finally getting back to what I remember them as.
Then I got an idea. I grabbed Buffy's treading legs with my arms, and pulled her under. Now, we were both underwater, staring at each other.
My breathing was about to come to a halt. I needed air, so I immediately swam back to surface, and breathed that fresh clean air.
Buffy joined me a moment later. She asked, "Why did you do that?"
I shrugged my shoulders, and replied, "Don't know. It was a 'spur of the moment' kind a thing."
She splashed some water in front of me, and said, "Don't do that."
Sighing, I said, "Fine. You win. No more pulling you into the water."
My blond friend smiled, "Good." Then headed to the boat, and climbed in. She gave me her hand, "Give me a hand."
I shrugged, and started clapping my hands together.
Buffy showed a confused look, "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a hand. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
She rolled her eyes, "You know what I mean."
"That I do," then I offered her my right hand.
The Slayer clasped both her hands around my right one. With a powerful pull, she managed to get me back into the boat. The tire on the other hand was long gone.
I sat at the north end while she sat in the south end. Wringing out my shirt to get it dry, I said, "Why don't we go back to the campsite. I don't want you or me catching a cold."
She smiled, "That's something my mom would've said."
Sighing, I said, "You miss her, dontcha?"
My friend nodded, "I do, Xand. But at least I know she's in Heaven."
"You saw her?" I asked surprisingly.
"I did. I also saw Kendra, Ms. Calendar, and even……Jesse."
At that moment my eyes widened. She saw my best friend. I looked at my reflection in the water. "Jesse," I said in a low voice. "Man, I miss him."
I don't know why at that moment, but Buffy pulled me into a hug. "I miss my mom too, Xander. But like I said, she's in Heaven looking down on all of us."
I withdrew myself from her, and we sat in complete silence. Each of us in deep thought. I went into my back wallet, and flipped to a picture of him. "I'm so sorry, man. I'm sorry I staked you. Please forgive me."
Buffy looked at me, and said, "He does forgive you. You've got to remember that Jesse was already dead. You just killed the demon that took over his body."
My stomach growled. Of all times, at this very moment, my stomach growled. But, we didn't have any fish to cook. So, I said, "Let's go back to camp."
The Slayer nodded, and reeled her fishing rod, "But we didn't catch any fish."
"True, but I've got hotdogs in my tent. We can try the fishing again tomorrow."
She smiled, "That sounds like a plan."
With that said, I reeled my fishing rod, and placed it into the boat. Then we oared back to camp.
We made our way back to the campground to see Willow still reading her book. She glanced at us, and asked us, "Where's the fish, and why are you wet?"
Buffy answered, "Xander did catch something, but it was only a tire. Then he fell in, and pulled me in with him."
She nodded, "Oh, okay. So, what do you want to do for lunch?"
I looked at my watch again, and it read, 5:00. I had no idea that Buffy and I were out in the lake for over four hours. "It's actually closer to dinner at this point. I got hotdogs at the tent. We'll cook those, and tell ghost stories."
Buffy showed me a confused look, "Ghost stories?"
I nodded, "Yeah, Buff. I got a killer story. Have you ever heard of the New Jersey Devil?"
"You mean the hockey team?" Buffy asked me.
"Nope. It's about a man who's half human, half deer. He's got the head of a deer as well as the hind hooves. "
The blond smiled, "That sounds interesting."
This time I nodded, "It's a good story. Jesse told it to me one night at his house during a sleepover. They've actually found evidence that would make this legend a reality."
"Jesse never told me that story." Willow told us.
I responded, "Well, it was one of those times when we were younger. Much younger, in fact, I think we were ten. It was during that time when you were in the hospital to get your appendix out."
She nodded, "I remember that now. You and Jesse gave me a bouquet of flowers."
I nodded, and said in my best Ed McMahn voice, "You are correct, ma'am." I would've said 'sir' but Willow's a girl. So, it only made sense.
Buffy looked at me, "How 'bout those hot dogs, Xand?"
I clasped my hands on my kneecaps, and replied, "Right. I'll get the dogs, Buffy can get some sticks, and Willow could start the fire. Does that work?"
My friends nodded in agreement. Or what I thought was agreement. They could've nodded at something else, but I decided not to pry. "Good," I replied, and stood up, "let's get going, huh?"
Immediately, I spun around, and went back to my tent, went inside, and pulled out the cooler. Then, I brought it back to the fire that was being set up by Willow.
She looked at me, "Couldn't we just have used the grill?"
I couldn't believe that I didn't think of that, but I shrugged my shoulders, "This is more fun."
With that said, I opened the cooler, and pulled out a six-pack of hotdogs, and an eight-pack of buns. What I'll never figure out is why man made hotdogs in packs of six, and buns in a pack of eight. I guess, it was one of those questions that will never be solved. Y'know, like what came first, the chicken or the egg. Another one of those questions would be if a tree fell, and nobody was around, would it make a sound. The world may never know.
Sometime during my inner monologue, Buffy came over to the fire with a fagot. No, I didn't swear. I'll have you know that a bundle of sticks is called a fagot.
Buffy smiled, and gave out three sticks. One to me, one to Willow, and one to herself. Meanwhile, I passed out the hotdogs, and started roasting them in the fire.
After a few minutes, I pulled the hotdog off my stick, placed it in the bun, and topped it off with mustard, relish, and onions. I know, I know, ketchup works well with them, but I believe ketchup is only for hamburgers, and french-fries.
"You guys ready?" I asked with a malevolent grin.
"Go ahead." Buffy answered back, "but I don't think a ghost story will scare me. After all, I'm the Slayer."
"And I'm the normal one," I said with a grin, "anyway, let's get back to the story. My story starts nine years ago, in New Jersey. A guy was traveling down the dirt path, when he heard two 'thwamp' noises. He thought it was the radio, so he lowered the volume, and continued on the road. Fifteen minutes later, he heard the noise again. So, he stopped the car, went outside with his flashlight, and shined it on the roof of the car. That's when he saw it. "
"You mean Superman? He saw Superman? I bet it was Superman." Willow jokingly asked.
I gave her a look, "No, Wills. It wasn't Superman."
"Was it Batman?" Buffy asked.
I shook my head, "It wasn't Batman."
"Was it Iron Man?" Willow asked this time.
I sighed, "No, it wasn't Iron Man, Batman, or Superman, and before somebody says something else, no it wasn't the X-men. It was the New Jersey Devil."
"That was my next guess." Willow said.
I stared before at her, "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted--"
Buffy cut him off, "Yeah, Willow."
I shrugged my shoulders in disgust, "Anyway, it was the New Jersey Devil. He had the chest and body of a man, the legs and head or a deer, and two wings attached to his back. 'Holy, crap,' said the man, and ran off into the forest. Kinda like a minotaur, but not.
Soon, he came to a tree to catch his breath, but what he didn't count on was that the New Jersey Devil was standing on the branches waiting for him. And that's when it happened."
"The New Jersey Devil taught the man how to do the Electric Slide." Willow guessed.
You gonna feel it. It's electric. Boogie woogie woogie. Okay, I don't know why I just thought that. So, I quickly told her. "No, Wills. The New Jersey Devil ripped out his throat, killing him instantly. And you know what's been found?"
"No," Buffy replied, "what was found?"
I answered, "Two footprints that looked like hooves. And it couldn't have been a deer, or else there would've been four prints, instead of two. He's also been spotted in campsites--eating little kids."
"That is one weird story," Buffy said.
Willow looked a little scared, "Did you ever fight one of these New Jersey Devils, Buffy?"
My blond friend showed me a weird look, "Nope. But, with all these demons running around in the world, who knows? The New Jersey Devil could exist."
"Very true. I mean, vampires, werewolves, and mummies exist. So, who knows? One thing I know for sure is that leprechauns don't exist," I turned to Buffy, "right?"
Buffy nodded, "Yeah, Xander. Thank god."
We continued telling more ghost stories into the later hours of the night. I told one more, while Buffy told two herself. On two occasions, we scared the sh*t out of Willow. That gave us a smile.
"Ready to turn in?" Willow asked us.
I said with a grin, "If you don't think the New Jersey Devil will come and get you, then we could go to sleep."
Buffy looked at her friend, "You also got the Slayer with you. So, don't worry about it."
Willow smiled, "Good. The only thing that I want to see during the night is my inner eyelids."
TBC