Earth
They stood side by side on the front mat, but the rain sluicing off them was nonetheless forming an enormous dirty puddle on the unfortunately light-colored carpeting. Giles pinched his nose and made his usual pleas to any listening gods to spare his home any more damage than was absolutely necessary. Willow and Tara were giggling on the couch, and Xander shot them a grin- or it may have been Xander; the mud was so thick, it was difficult to tell who had originally been the brunette. Eventually towels were brought, people were hosed down, dry clothes of materials other than tweed were donated to the 'fragile human', and stories were exchanged over hot tea and cocoa. Spike was laughing like a deranged madman, and Xander was smiling that huge goofy smile that was getting to be rarer than Willow would have liked- so she nodded as Xander happily recounted the 'mud fight', as editorialized by Spike, and didn't say anything about the missing buttons on Xander's discarded shirt, or the hands clasped just out of sight under Spike's still-damp duster.
She'd have to remember to stop by the cemetery later, though- she hoped the shovel talk worked on vampires.
((A/N: You know, I'm posting these in the order they happened- but I actually wrote the fourth one first, third one second, and the first one third. Funny ole thing, life. Reviews and crits are loved, and thanks to people who've left comments so far.))