Joss Whedon created the Buffyverse. Not me.
by Zzilly14
After a half hour Xander had called Willow back, informing her of all the flight details. Ten hours passed and she was at London's Heathrow Airport, waiting for Xander to come through the gates.
She had told Giles about his coming, but wanted to be at the airport alone. The two friends had a lot to talk about.
Nervously she paced around, wishing customs didn't have to take so long. Did she look okay? She played with her ponytail every few minutes, making sure it was still there.
Finally, people began to pour out, greeting their families and loved ones. She raised up on her toes so she could get a better glimpse of everyone coming into the lobby.
Then she saw him – his dark hair had grown out some, he had a nice African tan... and he was grinning ear to ear. She waved giddily, and his eye met hers. He ran over to her and hugged her tightly.
"Willow," he almost whispered.
She giggled, her nerves still bouncing everywhere. "Xander, it's so good to see you!"
He stepped back and studied her face. She was so radiant, her red hair up out of her face, except the couple of stands that accented along her cheeks. She never looked more beautiful.
"So, do you have anything that needs picking up in the baggage claim?" she wondered.
"A couple of bags, yeah. Which way?"
She beamed. "Follow me. I've been here dozens of times, I know exactly where to go."
"Good."
The two started to walk. "How was your flight?"
"Long," Xander laughed. "But it was worth it."
Willow blushed. "I'm glad you decided to come."
"Me too. Oh, here we go," he said. "I see one of my bags." He walked towards the conveyor belt and picked up a worn dark green duffel bag.
"What's the other one look like?" Willow asked, looking at all the different bags and suitcases.
"It's the same color as this one, and a little bit smaller."
"Okay... here it is!" She grabbed it and nearly collapsed from its weight. "What's in this?"
"A lot of stuff. Here, we can switch. This one is a lot lighter."
As carefully as she could, she set the heavy bag on the ground. Xander handed her the duffel before lifting up the other one.
"Where to now, Tour Guide?"
"Tour Guide?" she laughed. "I didn't know I had to be one!"
"Will, I've never been to London. I want to be a tourist."
"And I thought you came here to see me," she teased.
"I did. But I thought, why not see the sights while I'm here?"
She smiled as they continued walking. "Then I guess the first stop is the airport. But you've already seen it, so now we're going to the outside of the airport, so we can get to my car."
"Your car? You have a car? How come I never got a car?"
"Because... well... it was a present."
"A present?" Xander wondered. "From who? What for?"
She coughed a couple of times. "Um... it doesn't really matter."
"Hey, I'm just curious as to who'd buy you a... oh." They stopped in front of a small ancient car.
"G-man?"
"He's going through a mid-life crisis. He bought a Hummer and gave me this old piece of junk."
"As long as it has wheels and it works." He paused. "It does work, right?"
She laughed as she opened the trunk. "Most of the time." After putting the two bags inside, Willow closed it shut and turned to Xander. "Ready to go see Giles?"
"Not yet," he laughed as he grabbed her hands. "I want to spend some more time with you. And I'm kind of hungry – I've been craving some Chicken McNuggets for weeks."
"I'm warning you, the McDonalds here aren't exactly like the ones in the States."
"I don't care. It has a kind of homey feel." He sighed as he stared into her eyes. "Remember when we were kids? We'd always play with our Happy Meal toys while our food got cold."
"Well, it was your favorite place for a birthday party!"
"And it was my favorite place to eat! Come on, Will. Let's go. My stomach is yelling 'Feed me Mickey D's!'"
She shook her head as she opened the car door on the left side. "Get in, you... chicken eater!"
He looked at the door before remembering how backwards British cars were. "Nothing wrong with eating chicken. Unless you are one."
Willow laughed before getting in on the other side and starting the car. Which unfortunately refused to start.