Title: Walkabout - Voyage of Rediscovery 2/?
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R
Summary: Two bitter and lost souls on rock bottom decide to go Walkabout. Two years after 'Chosen'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
WARNING!!!
If you don't like fics with some Buffy bashing then move along now. Everyone else, enjoy.
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"Uh... mmm... hello?"
"This is Patricia at reception with your requested seven o'clock wake up call, Miss Rosenburg."
"Oh, right. Thanks."
"Would you like room service to deliver breakfast to your suite?"
"No thank you, I might grab something later."
"Not a problem Miss Rosenburg, the breakfast buffet will be open until nine. Would you like anything else?"
"Actually, could you send up two glasses of orange juice?"
"Two glasses of orange juice, certainly. Is that all?"
"That'll do for now, thanks."
"OK, bye."
Hanging up the phone, Willow rubbed the sleep out of her eyes then got out of her bed, wrapped herself in a large fluffy bathrobe, and headed to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, room service arrived with the orange juice. Willow headed over to the door separating her suite from Xander's, only to find it locked. A quick whispered incantation unlocked the door and she entered his room.
The heavy curtains were drawn and the room dark. Willow opened the curtains, sunlight spilling into the room and onto her friend's face.
"Ugrumph..." Xander mumbled then rolled over.
"Get up Xander, the day is a-wasting."
"Fuck off and shut the curtains."
Willow ignored him; Xander had always been grumpy waking up.
"Come on, I've got orange juice." Willow told him then went back into her room to fetch the juice. Meanwhile Xander grumbled some more as he rolled out of bed and blinked in the sunlight. Willow came in with the glasses and sat at the table near the window over looking the park below. Xander wandered over and flopped down in his seat.
Xander only wore a pair of boxers that allowed Willow to examine him closely. His ribs were visible and pronounced which shocked her greatly.
"You've lost a hell of a lot of weight."
Xander shrugged and picked up his juice.
"Africa isn't a place known for its fat people, Willow."
Willow was going to argue that the money he was being paid should have meant that he could easily get whatever food he wanted. But she held her tongue; Xander's current physical condition had less to do with lack of food and more to do with his liquid diet and current state of mind.
Xander took a sip of his juice and screwed up his face.
"Yack! What's in this?"
"Nothing. I think you've forgotten what non alcoholic drinks taste like."
"I'd think twice before giving me shit about my destructive habits if I were you. I had that door locked. I take it that you voodooed it open."
"Maybe I did, doesn't mean much."
"Sure, doesn't mean much at all. Just give me a heads up when you're planning on going all black eyed."
"Why bother? You'll be laying next to a bottle of Jim Beam all blacked out."
The two glared at each other over the table. Both had touched a raw nerve with the other. Willow's face softened.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that." She apologised. Xander just waved her off.
"Don't worry about it. I was being an asshole. I deserved it."
Willow looked at her half finished orange juice.
"We're pretty screwed up, aren't we?"
Xander gave a half grunt of amusement.
"Wills, on a scale of one to ten, we're fucked." He rubbed his eye patch, the emptiness it covered mirroring the emptiness he felt deep inside his heart.
"This is gonna work, isn't it?" he asked his friend quietly.
Willow looked out the window at the beautiful park below. Out there was an endless land full of new discoveries waiting for them to find.
And maybe, just maybe, a rediscovery of something lost.
"It has to."
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R
Summary: Two bitter and lost souls on rock bottom decide to go Walkabout. Two years after 'Chosen'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
WARNING!!!
If you don't like fics with some Buffy bashing then move along now. Everyone else, enjoy.
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"Uh... mmm... hello?"
"This is Patricia at reception with your requested seven o'clock wake up call, Miss Rosenburg."
"Oh, right. Thanks."
"Would you like room service to deliver breakfast to your suite?"
"No thank you, I might grab something later."
"Not a problem Miss Rosenburg, the breakfast buffet will be open until nine. Would you like anything else?"
"Actually, could you send up two glasses of orange juice?"
"Two glasses of orange juice, certainly. Is that all?"
"That'll do for now, thanks."
"OK, bye."
Hanging up the phone, Willow rubbed the sleep out of her eyes then got out of her bed, wrapped herself in a large fluffy bathrobe, and headed to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, room service arrived with the orange juice. Willow headed over to the door separating her suite from Xander's, only to find it locked. A quick whispered incantation unlocked the door and she entered his room.
The heavy curtains were drawn and the room dark. Willow opened the curtains, sunlight spilling into the room and onto her friend's face.
"Ugrumph..." Xander mumbled then rolled over.
"Get up Xander, the day is a-wasting."
"Fuck off and shut the curtains."
Willow ignored him; Xander had always been grumpy waking up.
"Come on, I've got orange juice." Willow told him then went back into her room to fetch the juice. Meanwhile Xander grumbled some more as he rolled out of bed and blinked in the sunlight. Willow came in with the glasses and sat at the table near the window over looking the park below. Xander wandered over and flopped down in his seat.
Xander only wore a pair of boxers that allowed Willow to examine him closely. His ribs were visible and pronounced which shocked her greatly.
"You've lost a hell of a lot of weight."
Xander shrugged and picked up his juice.
"Africa isn't a place known for its fat people, Willow."
Willow was going to argue that the money he was being paid should have meant that he could easily get whatever food he wanted. But she held her tongue; Xander's current physical condition had less to do with lack of food and more to do with his liquid diet and current state of mind.
Xander took a sip of his juice and screwed up his face.
"Yack! What's in this?"
"Nothing. I think you've forgotten what non alcoholic drinks taste like."
"I'd think twice before giving me shit about my destructive habits if I were you. I had that door locked. I take it that you voodooed it open."
"Maybe I did, doesn't mean much."
"Sure, doesn't mean much at all. Just give me a heads up when you're planning on going all black eyed."
"Why bother? You'll be laying next to a bottle of Jim Beam all blacked out."
The two glared at each other over the table. Both had touched a raw nerve with the other. Willow's face softened.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that." She apologised. Xander just waved her off.
"Don't worry about it. I was being an asshole. I deserved it."
Willow looked at her half finished orange juice.
"We're pretty screwed up, aren't we?"
Xander gave a half grunt of amusement.
"Wills, on a scale of one to ten, we're fucked." He rubbed his eye patch, the emptiness it covered mirroring the emptiness he felt deep inside his heart.
"This is gonna work, isn't it?" he asked his friend quietly.
Willow looked out the window at the beautiful park below. Out there was an endless land full of new discoveries waiting for them to find.
And maybe, just maybe, a rediscovery of something lost.
"It has to."