Setting: Somnambulist. Keep in mind that I am a strong believer in the fact
that one little thing can change the course of history, hence cannon gets
meddled with because life took a different path my cannon is not Joss'.
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Xander walked back in to the office two and a half hours later and was intently grabbed by the arm and dragged into a separate room.
"How's i' go?" asked Doyle as he sat down on the desk, "Might I poin' out I'm shakin'?"
Laughing gently Xander shook his head, "The baby's fine. I'm six months along. I need to take a few vitamin supplements, like vitamin D which is apparently made from exposure to the sun," they both laughed. "And get this: I'm to keep smoking. It's a mystical pregnancy so I shouldn't change any big things in my world. Apparently it would "upset" the baby and make it feel like it's world is altering."
"Canada?" asked Doyle with concern.
"Is a-go." Xander smiled. "I can't wait to tell Spike!"
Doyle smiled at his. . . younger brother? Best friend? "I'm so happy for ye. What a'bout everyone else?"
After thinking for a moment Xander said, "I know you can't keep it from Angel. . . what if I call you once I tell Spike? I would have you tell them when we left but Angel and Cor would call to congratulate, neither can keep their mouths shut." Again they shared a smile and then the younger man's face darkened. "Don't tell Wesley? And don't let them tell Wesley? Spike's really scared of him and his instincts generally aren't that far off from correct. So please just don't tell him. I'll work something out later."
"Ok," nodded the Irish man. "Congratulations and enjoy yer honeymoon." He kissed Xander lightly on the side of the mouth and turned to leave the room to see what Spike had done to the poor filing system. But as he reached the door Wesley barreled through it.
"I wanted to talk to you both." He straightened his spectacles as he pulled out notes he had written throughout the day. "I think you are both doing very destructive things to yourselves by being in the. . . relationships that you're both in."
"He's still here?" asked Xander to Doyle who simply shrugged.
"I'm serious!" said Wesley trying to sound stern.
"You're dancing on my last nerve." Xander was short with the man. "Keep out of my business and stay the fuck away from Spike."
"Or?" asked Wes challenging the boy.
"Or else. . . nothing. You see if you kill Spike I die. I'm sure you only have the vaguest notion of a vampiric bond but suffice to say I can't survive without him. So while I may not be able to seek revenge keep this in mind: you kill him and you have the blood of an innocent nineteen year old on your hands."
"He's a killer!"
"Yes, well he hasn't killed a single person since we've been together because I asked him not to so cope with it."
"Do you actually believe that?"
"He wouldn't lie to me." Xander stood and started to walk out of the room without another word.
Doyle went to follow him but they both stopped as the English man spoke to him. "He'll lose his soul if he has a moment of true happiness." His tone was weary as though he was tired of the subject too, like he actually pitied the boys.
"Willow gave it to him as a gift not a curse." Doyle looked away angry that this man would try to ruin the one good thing he had.
"He could lose it in other ways."
"He wouldn't hurt me. I'm bound to him just as Xander is to Spike."
"He's a demon they're all pure evil!" said Wes trying to make the boys see reason.
Doyle turned to look at him full on in the face as his face morphed and he said softly, "I would advise that ye don't try to talk o' thin's ye have no idea about."
Stunned Wes saw that Xander was paying very little attention and was in no way shocked by the man's appearance. "You're, you're."
"A demon," finished Xander, "Can I leave you and Cor to do everything and steal my husband and get out of here?"
In his human face Doyle said, "O' course. Go, take the blonde he's been nothin' but trouble when it came t' filin'. Call me when you have that talk."
"Thank you." Xander opened the door and pointed, "Out," he said to Wesley and the man left. "Be careful with Penn about ok? And keep an eye out for Cordy? He's not good news."
Doyle nodded and said softly, "I think it's good that you're taking Spike away."
Xander just nodded and gave his friend a tight hug. "Call the cell if you need me. It works in Canada."
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Xander walked back in to the office two and a half hours later and was intently grabbed by the arm and dragged into a separate room.
"How's i' go?" asked Doyle as he sat down on the desk, "Might I poin' out I'm shakin'?"
Laughing gently Xander shook his head, "The baby's fine. I'm six months along. I need to take a few vitamin supplements, like vitamin D which is apparently made from exposure to the sun," they both laughed. "And get this: I'm to keep smoking. It's a mystical pregnancy so I shouldn't change any big things in my world. Apparently it would "upset" the baby and make it feel like it's world is altering."
"Canada?" asked Doyle with concern.
"Is a-go." Xander smiled. "I can't wait to tell Spike!"
Doyle smiled at his. . . younger brother? Best friend? "I'm so happy for ye. What a'bout everyone else?"
After thinking for a moment Xander said, "I know you can't keep it from Angel. . . what if I call you once I tell Spike? I would have you tell them when we left but Angel and Cor would call to congratulate, neither can keep their mouths shut." Again they shared a smile and then the younger man's face darkened. "Don't tell Wesley? And don't let them tell Wesley? Spike's really scared of him and his instincts generally aren't that far off from correct. So please just don't tell him. I'll work something out later."
"Ok," nodded the Irish man. "Congratulations and enjoy yer honeymoon." He kissed Xander lightly on the side of the mouth and turned to leave the room to see what Spike had done to the poor filing system. But as he reached the door Wesley barreled through it.
"I wanted to talk to you both." He straightened his spectacles as he pulled out notes he had written throughout the day. "I think you are both doing very destructive things to yourselves by being in the. . . relationships that you're both in."
"He's still here?" asked Xander to Doyle who simply shrugged.
"I'm serious!" said Wesley trying to sound stern.
"You're dancing on my last nerve." Xander was short with the man. "Keep out of my business and stay the fuck away from Spike."
"Or?" asked Wes challenging the boy.
"Or else. . . nothing. You see if you kill Spike I die. I'm sure you only have the vaguest notion of a vampiric bond but suffice to say I can't survive without him. So while I may not be able to seek revenge keep this in mind: you kill him and you have the blood of an innocent nineteen year old on your hands."
"He's a killer!"
"Yes, well he hasn't killed a single person since we've been together because I asked him not to so cope with it."
"Do you actually believe that?"
"He wouldn't lie to me." Xander stood and started to walk out of the room without another word.
Doyle went to follow him but they both stopped as the English man spoke to him. "He'll lose his soul if he has a moment of true happiness." His tone was weary as though he was tired of the subject too, like he actually pitied the boys.
"Willow gave it to him as a gift not a curse." Doyle looked away angry that this man would try to ruin the one good thing he had.
"He could lose it in other ways."
"He wouldn't hurt me. I'm bound to him just as Xander is to Spike."
"He's a demon they're all pure evil!" said Wes trying to make the boys see reason.
Doyle turned to look at him full on in the face as his face morphed and he said softly, "I would advise that ye don't try to talk o' thin's ye have no idea about."
Stunned Wes saw that Xander was paying very little attention and was in no way shocked by the man's appearance. "You're, you're."
"A demon," finished Xander, "Can I leave you and Cor to do everything and steal my husband and get out of here?"
In his human face Doyle said, "O' course. Go, take the blonde he's been nothin' but trouble when it came t' filin'. Call me when you have that talk."
"Thank you." Xander opened the door and pointed, "Out," he said to Wesley and the man left. "Be careful with Penn about ok? And keep an eye out for Cordy? He's not good news."
Doyle nodded and said softly, "I think it's good that you're taking Spike away."
Xander just nodded and gave his friend a tight hug. "Call the cell if you need me. It works in Canada."