Title: A Fair Exchange.
Author: Charlie
Timeline: Post BtVS S7 & AtS S5. Sequel to "Best Laid Plans."
Summary:Xander begins revamping the slayer school but finds his biggest challeges lie within.
Feedback is always appreciated.
Author Notes: Round and round, the ship goes. Where it lands, the
Author doesn't know. Will it be (A)my, (B)uffy, (C)ordelia, (D)awn, (F)aith, (F)red, (H)armony, (K)ennedy or (W)illow that wins the Xandman?
Willow woke up to see sunlight streaming into the room. Rolling over she sees that Kennedy isn't in the bed with her. Quietly she gets up and dresses herself in brown skirt and plain white blouse. She leaves her apartment, the blood red color of the hallway walls bother her for some reason. As she enters the parlor, she bumps into the nightstand near the door. The witch glances down at the cheese slices arranged on the silver platter before her attention is drawn elsewhere in the room.
The sight she sees is disturbing yet riveting. Before her, a couple is having sex on the floor of the parlor. The man she cannot see but the woman seems familiar. It's with a start that Willow recognizes the woman as Harmony, wearing a black halter-top with white trim. Just for a second, her eyes dip down and see where the couple is joined. Harmony rolled her hips as the man beneath her thrust upward into her with hard, repeated strokes. She leaned forward with her back still to her partner as she rode him towards their mutual climax.
At some point, Willow knew the couple was aware of her and that she wasn't the only one in the room watching them. Turning to her head, she sees Faith and Buffy are with her as well. Returning her attention to the couple as they bask in the afterglow of their orgasms. Harmony shamelessly slid off her partner who sat up, giving the others a clear look at his face as he tucked himself away.
"XANDER!"
He smiled as he and Harmony stood up slowly. His gaze roamed briefly over the other three women as his arm slipped around Harm's waist. A lopsided grin with a somewhat different air spread across his face as he spoke.
"Hiya Wills."
The witch was quiet before responding. "Xander, what are you doing?"
"What I want."
"Why now?"
"Why not Buffy?"
"Why her?"
"My choice Willow."
"It shouldn't be her."
"Now you're just hiding."
"I am not."
"Keep your finger in the hole Will."
"What is she to you?"
"She's here, Buffy."
"Sounds like you've changed X."
"All of you helped."
"How?"
Xander paused as he looked at Buffy then, turned his attention to Harmony. He cupped her chin and drew her close to his face as he spoke. "I owe you for this."
Faith blinked as she noticed a pair of legs on the floor behind the couch. She returned her attention to the conversation.
"Why do you owe us?"
Xander smiled as he gazed into Harmony's eyes. Then as he turned towards them, his face changed, becoming more demonic looking, complete with feral, yellow eyes.
"Because you helped make me the man I am now."
Buffy was shaken; too late she noticed the shotgun in Xander's hands. A look of disbelief mixed with incomprehension covered her face. Slowly, Xander raised the gun and pointed it at the girls.
And then he fired.
Crestview
Faith groggily made her way into the kitchen/dinning room area of the apartment complex. She rubbed her yes, reflexively searching for the light switch before she realized the lights were on. Squinting, the brunette saw that Buffy and Willow were also in the kitchen. Willow sat at the table, taking small sips of tea from a cup that shook slightly from time to time. The elder slayer stood near the counter, nibbling on a piece of toast as her eyes roamed around the time.
Faith mentally shrugged and opened the refrigerator. She withdrew the orange juice and proceeded to drink directly from the carton. For a few minutes there was no sound in the kitchen other then her swallowing. Buffy elected to break the silence first.
"Rough night?"
Willow looked up nervously, "No. No, not a rough right. Very, very soft night. Quiet too."
Faith tossed the now empty juice carton in the trash. She noted that Buffy and Willow again were watching her. Pursing her lips, she decided to broach the obvious subject.
"Anybody else just have a fucked up dream?"
Willow blanched and Buffy's eyes went wide for a few seconds before returning to normal.
"I had a dream where I went to Macys's to buy silverware and I ended up buying matching wool knit scarves."
"That's not what I was thinking about B."
Willow got up and walked over to the sink. She held her teacup loosely in her hands staring out the window into the night. Her mind kept returning to the disturbing images she held in her subconscious.
"I was talking about one where Xander was fuc-"
Willow's teacup slipped from her fingers and clattered into the sink. She blinked as the liquid slowly went down the drain. Tentatively she reached for her cup noting with dismay the thin crack along the side.
"We shouldn't be dreaming about Xander. He's our friend, our Xander-shaped friend."
"Even if he hates us B?"
"He doesn't hate us. He can't hate us, it's not who he is."
"Don't know about that. He seemed pretty hateful to me when he took over the school."
"Faith..."
The Boston slayer shook her head, "S'alright B. I think the whole thing is just getting on my nerves a bit. How about you and me head into tomorrow and do some damage, slay gal style."
Buffy paused and appeared to think about it.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
Both slayers turned their attention towards the nervous Willow.
"What I mean is, he sounded pretty determined when he said we shouldn't be doing anything without telling him."
Faith narrowed her eyes but Buffy interrupted the babble first.
"Well I don't care what he thinks. I'm a grown woman who's fully capable of handling herself in the city. I did just fine in LA WITHOUT his help." She returned her attention to her sister slayer, "Faith, Tomorrow we party."
And with that, Buffy left the kitchen. Faith smiled slightly and followed her. Willow was left behind to look at them in surprise.
"I got a bad feeling about this."
Cleveland
James slowly made his way into his and Keith's ground floor apartment. They had decided to share one after being kicked out by each of their prior roommates. Between them, they made enough to cover rent and a few other things. Right now James was feeling the effects of one of the 'other things'. Namely some pot they had bought earlier in the week. He and Keith had split it half, smoking one half that night, saving the other half for later. Well tonight had been 'later' enough for them and they smoked it. And right now James had the munchies.
The struggling college student rooted around the cupboards looking for something to eat. After a quick search, he elected to have some cereal. He giggled as he remembered the commercial for this particular brand and added the milk. Before he sat down at the table to eat, he noticed the back door was open. Smiling he shuffled over and shut it then sat down and started eating his late night snack. So caught up was he in the bliss of sugary goodness that he never felt the hand that yanked his head backwards and the searing pain of metal slash through his throat.
"JAMES!"
Keith's voice rang out through the apartment. The part time DJ slowly made his way into the dimly lit kitchen looking for his roommate. Like James he was also high from the pot they had been smoking.
"Hey Jay man, what the fuck you doing. Having cereal in the middle of the night."
The black man saw that he was ignored and moved closer. Annoyed that James still wasn't looking at him, he reached out and shook his fellow stoner. James slumped from his chair to the floor, knocking his cereal bowl over as he did so. Keith's eyes first went to the blood that was all over the table then to James's body on the floor and his slashed throat.
At that point, he started shaking and stepped back from away from the body and bumped into something. Slowly he turned around and looked at what he had backed into. What he saw was a hulking figure with a hockey mask on. That was the last thing he knew before Jason Voorhees grabbed his head in a vice-like grip and snapped his neck. Jason stepped back allowing the body to fall to the floor. He surveyed the now empty apartment before leaving via the backdoor. Almost as afterthought, he shut it behind him.
Author: Charlie
Timeline: Post BtVS S7 & AtS S5. Sequel to "Best Laid Plans."
Summary:Xander begins revamping the slayer school but finds his biggest challeges lie within.
Feedback is always appreciated.
Author Notes: Round and round, the ship goes. Where it lands, the
Author doesn't know. Will it be (A)my, (B)uffy, (C)ordelia, (D)awn, (F)aith, (F)red, (H)armony, (K)ennedy or (W)illow that wins the Xandman?
Willow woke up to see sunlight streaming into the room. Rolling over she sees that Kennedy isn't in the bed with her. Quietly she gets up and dresses herself in brown skirt and plain white blouse. She leaves her apartment, the blood red color of the hallway walls bother her for some reason. As she enters the parlor, she bumps into the nightstand near the door. The witch glances down at the cheese slices arranged on the silver platter before her attention is drawn elsewhere in the room.
The sight she sees is disturbing yet riveting. Before her, a couple is having sex on the floor of the parlor. The man she cannot see but the woman seems familiar. It's with a start that Willow recognizes the woman as Harmony, wearing a black halter-top with white trim. Just for a second, her eyes dip down and see where the couple is joined. Harmony rolled her hips as the man beneath her thrust upward into her with hard, repeated strokes. She leaned forward with her back still to her partner as she rode him towards their mutual climax.
At some point, Willow knew the couple was aware of her and that she wasn't the only one in the room watching them. Turning to her head, she sees Faith and Buffy are with her as well. Returning her attention to the couple as they bask in the afterglow of their orgasms. Harmony shamelessly slid off her partner who sat up, giving the others a clear look at his face as he tucked himself away.
"XANDER!"
He smiled as he and Harmony stood up slowly. His gaze roamed briefly over the other three women as his arm slipped around Harm's waist. A lopsided grin with a somewhat different air spread across his face as he spoke.
"Hiya Wills."
The witch was quiet before responding. "Xander, what are you doing?"
"What I want."
"Why now?"
"Why not Buffy?"
"Why her?"
"My choice Willow."
"It shouldn't be her."
"Now you're just hiding."
"I am not."
"Keep your finger in the hole Will."
"What is she to you?"
"She's here, Buffy."
"Sounds like you've changed X."
"All of you helped."
"How?"
Xander paused as he looked at Buffy then, turned his attention to Harmony. He cupped her chin and drew her close to his face as he spoke. "I owe you for this."
Faith blinked as she noticed a pair of legs on the floor behind the couch. She returned her attention to the conversation.
"Why do you owe us?"
Xander smiled as he gazed into Harmony's eyes. Then as he turned towards them, his face changed, becoming more demonic looking, complete with feral, yellow eyes.
"Because you helped make me the man I am now."
Buffy was shaken; too late she noticed the shotgun in Xander's hands. A look of disbelief mixed with incomprehension covered her face. Slowly, Xander raised the gun and pointed it at the girls.
And then he fired.
Crestview
Faith groggily made her way into the kitchen/dinning room area of the apartment complex. She rubbed her yes, reflexively searching for the light switch before she realized the lights were on. Squinting, the brunette saw that Buffy and Willow were also in the kitchen. Willow sat at the table, taking small sips of tea from a cup that shook slightly from time to time. The elder slayer stood near the counter, nibbling on a piece of toast as her eyes roamed around the time.
Faith mentally shrugged and opened the refrigerator. She withdrew the orange juice and proceeded to drink directly from the carton. For a few minutes there was no sound in the kitchen other then her swallowing. Buffy elected to break the silence first.
"Rough night?"
Willow looked up nervously, "No. No, not a rough right. Very, very soft night. Quiet too."
Faith tossed the now empty juice carton in the trash. She noted that Buffy and Willow again were watching her. Pursing her lips, she decided to broach the obvious subject.
"Anybody else just have a fucked up dream?"
Willow blanched and Buffy's eyes went wide for a few seconds before returning to normal.
"I had a dream where I went to Macys's to buy silverware and I ended up buying matching wool knit scarves."
"That's not what I was thinking about B."
Willow got up and walked over to the sink. She held her teacup loosely in her hands staring out the window into the night. Her mind kept returning to the disturbing images she held in her subconscious.
"I was talking about one where Xander was fuc-"
Willow's teacup slipped from her fingers and clattered into the sink. She blinked as the liquid slowly went down the drain. Tentatively she reached for her cup noting with dismay the thin crack along the side.
"We shouldn't be dreaming about Xander. He's our friend, our Xander-shaped friend."
"Even if he hates us B?"
"He doesn't hate us. He can't hate us, it's not who he is."
"Don't know about that. He seemed pretty hateful to me when he took over the school."
"Faith..."
The Boston slayer shook her head, "S'alright B. I think the whole thing is just getting on my nerves a bit. How about you and me head into tomorrow and do some damage, slay gal style."
Buffy paused and appeared to think about it.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
Both slayers turned their attention towards the nervous Willow.
"What I mean is, he sounded pretty determined when he said we shouldn't be doing anything without telling him."
Faith narrowed her eyes but Buffy interrupted the babble first.
"Well I don't care what he thinks. I'm a grown woman who's fully capable of handling herself in the city. I did just fine in LA WITHOUT his help." She returned her attention to her sister slayer, "Faith, Tomorrow we party."
And with that, Buffy left the kitchen. Faith smiled slightly and followed her. Willow was left behind to look at them in surprise.
"I got a bad feeling about this."
Cleveland
James slowly made his way into his and Keith's ground floor apartment. They had decided to share one after being kicked out by each of their prior roommates. Between them, they made enough to cover rent and a few other things. Right now James was feeling the effects of one of the 'other things'. Namely some pot they had bought earlier in the week. He and Keith had split it half, smoking one half that night, saving the other half for later. Well tonight had been 'later' enough for them and they smoked it. And right now James had the munchies.
The struggling college student rooted around the cupboards looking for something to eat. After a quick search, he elected to have some cereal. He giggled as he remembered the commercial for this particular brand and added the milk. Before he sat down at the table to eat, he noticed the back door was open. Smiling he shuffled over and shut it then sat down and started eating his late night snack. So caught up was he in the bliss of sugary goodness that he never felt the hand that yanked his head backwards and the searing pain of metal slash through his throat.
"JAMES!"
Keith's voice rang out through the apartment. The part time DJ slowly made his way into the dimly lit kitchen looking for his roommate. Like James he was also high from the pot they had been smoking.
"Hey Jay man, what the fuck you doing. Having cereal in the middle of the night."
The black man saw that he was ignored and moved closer. Annoyed that James still wasn't looking at him, he reached out and shook his fellow stoner. James slumped from his chair to the floor, knocking his cereal bowl over as he did so. Keith's eyes first went to the blood that was all over the table then to James's body on the floor and his slashed throat.
At that point, he started shaking and stepped back from away from the body and bumped into something. Slowly he turned around and looked at what he had backed into. What he saw was a hulking figure with a hockey mask on. That was the last thing he knew before Jason Voorhees grabbed his head in a vice-like grip and snapped his neck. Jason stepped back allowing the body to fall to the floor. He surveyed the now empty apartment before leaving via the backdoor. Almost as afterthought, he shut it behind him.