Disclaimer is in chapter 1.

Junkyard, Sunnydale Ca.

"Xander, do you even have a permit to drive this thing?" Willow demanded, aghast as she looked at the matte black motorcycle her friend was fawning over.

"Course not, I just got it." Xander shrugged, "but how hard could it be? Sirius had me out running it around the yard already, it's easy to drive. You want to try?"

"No!" She shrank away, clearly horrified at the thought.

"Besides," Sirius offered from where he was working at the other end of the building, "The magical world doesn't regulate travel mostly, except for portkeys and apparition."

"Really? Why?"

"Why what?" Sirius looked puzzled, "Why don't they regulate most forms, or why do they regulate those two?"

"Both." Willow looked exasperated.

"Oh," He blinked, "Well Apparition and portkeys are dangerous."

"And this…. Thing," Willow glowered at the motorcycle, "Isn't?"

"No more than a broomstick," Sirius shrugged, "safer than that, really, since you can etch some major runes into the steel this baby is built out of."

"Oh." Willow was set back slightly.

She'd tried flying on broomsticks and, while she shared Xander's general dislike of the things, it had been ok and reasonably safe once she got over her fear of heights. The black monster bike Xander was so proud of looked so… dangerous compared to a Broomstick, however, that she couldn't quite get her head wrapped around the fact that Sirius believed it to be safer.

"Are you sure?"

"I built it!" He defended the bike.

Willow rolled her eyes, "Right. I'll ask an adult."

"Hey!"

Xander just grinned, ignoring the two as he straddled the old Indian and mock twisted the throttle. Since it ran on magic, there was no gas in the tank, so Sirius had made that into an expanded space storage unit. He could fit a small wardrobe in the gas tank with ease.

That will make packing easy.

"Hey, Sirius," Xander interrupted the argument in progress, "Will this thing portkey across the Atlantic?"

Willow's eyes widened, a truly horrified look on her face.

"Yeah, sure, but make certain you do it from really high up." Sirius said.

"How high?"

The older man frowned, scratching his head for a moment. "Well I'm not sure actually. I could get Moony to calculate it for you."

"Please."

"You are NOT taking that to England, are you?" Willow blurted.

"Harry showed up at school once in a car," Xander grinned, "but he ruined it by wrecking the thing on arrival. I think this will one up him."

"The very best reason to do anything," Sirius said, grinning even as he made a note to help Harry do Xander one better in the near future. Now what is one better than a flying motorcycle? Damn it, nothing is one better than a flying motorcycle!

The Marauder shrugged it off, he'd come up with something. Maybe portkeying through Hogwarts wards, though that was something that they'd have to be really careful about. Failing would be spectacular, alright, a spectacular mess.

Eh, we'll come up with something.

"You'll have to be careful in England, though," Sirius warned after he gathered his thoughts. "Legally the bike is a grey area. Technically it's illegal, but I snuck this bike through a few loopholes I learned when I built my own."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, you can't charm muggle objects to be magic," Sirius explained, "but I didn't use any charms on this, it's all runic and permanent enchanting. That's technically legal."

Willow scrunched up her face, confused, "Why?"

"Well, it's because so few people have the education, skill, and power to do it," Sirius admitted, "Charming stuff is cheap and easy, anyone can do it. Making something like this? Not so much. Legally, each branch of magic is considered a different act, so they would have needed separate laws for each. The Wizengamot is a lazy bunch, though, and they like their loopholes as much as anyone so…"

He shrugged casually.

"Unbelievable." Willow shook her head.

Xander just grinned, looking over at her. "You want a drive?"

Willow looked at the bike, eyes wide and her face clearly horrified, but then she couldn't help but look at Xander as he lounged easily back in the wide seat, an easy smile on his face. She reddened slightly, thinking about all the working out he'd been doing and how many muscles he must have to do some of the stuff he had done in the yard.

"Willow? Willow?"

The redhead shook herself free of the entrapping thoughts, eyes snapping up to lock on Xander's own before she managed to blurt out a response.

"There's only seat for one!"

Willow closed her eyes, grimacing. Really? That's the best response I could come up with? I'm such a fool.

Xander wasn't fazed, however, "Well you could sit on my lap…?"

Willow suddenly blazed so red that Xander thought for sure she was about to spontaneously combust, enough so that he hurriedly corrected his statement. "Or we could just use the magical passenger seat."

"Magical passenger seat?" Willow squeaked out.

Xander laughed, tripping the rune set that deployed an extended seat behind him. It sort of ruined the look of the old bike, in his opinion, but it was similar to the issued seats that came with the original models and served a purpose. "Hop on."

Willow swallowed hard, but her expression suddenly cleared and the fear and horror was replaced by what Xander recognized all too well. Her resolve face in place, Willow stomped forward and climbed on the back, clutching to the seat under her for dear life.

"Willow, hang on to me," Xander said over his shoulder.

"What?" Willow cringed as she squeaked again.

Xander took her arm and wrapped it around his midsection firmly, "Hold on to me. The bike is charmed to keep you from falling off, but they're not going to be able to handle it if you really go flying."

Willow slid forward instantly, clutching tightly around his middle for dear life even though the bike wasn't even running.

That changed an instant later as Xander kicked the starter and the machine roared to life.

"Wait!" Willow screamed.

"What?" Xander yelled back over his shoulder.

"Shouldn't we have helmets?"

"Stop thinking like a non-magical!" Xander grinned, putting the bike in gear as he aimed his wand at the garage door and caused it to open smoothly.

"Xander!" Willow screamed as the old Indian roared out of the shop, pulling up and smoothly lifting into the air just past the threshold.

Her stomach dropped out of her body, causing Willow to clutch hard to Xander and press her eyes close together as the bike roared under his control. She felt the tugging force of acceleration trying to pull her away from Xander, but Willow was having absolutely none of that and only held on tighter. It took several long moments before she realized that Xander was only wearing a light t-shirt and that he had some very tight abs underneath it.

That was the moment that she opened her eyes and realized that they had to be hundreds of feet over Sunnydale, and the view drove even thoughts of Xander's abs from her mind.

"Oh wow."

She'd never had the guts to take a broom more than a couple dozen feet into the air, and had certainly never seen Sunnydale from this angle before. She gazed for a long moment before a thought struck her.

"Xander!"

"What?"

"Won't we be seen?"

Xander laughed, "No, don't worry. Sirius put some really cool layered runes on this thing. There's a notice me not effect, and under that he put another effect that makes people think they're looking at an ultralight airplane in case we do something to break the field."

"Oh," Willow said, "That's really very smart."

"Yeah, surprised me too." Xander grinned as he leaned the bike over and into a tight turn that brought them out over the beach.

Willow squealed, clutching at him again. "Don't DO that!"

"Have to Wills," Xander said, "Sirius used self-conjuring road surface runes for this one. Look down and behind us."

Willow ground her teeth and forced herself to do as he asked, looking behind them and was shocked to see a glowing purple trail behind them that was shattering in millions of fading pieces just a couple meters behind them. "How the heck is anyone supposed to ignore that?"

Xander shook his head, "Tell you what, we'll check the arithmancy when we get back, ok?"

Willow nodded, "deal!"

Half distracted by the promise of math, Willow found the rest of the flight far more enjoyable. She even managed to discreetly cop a couple feels, making Xander squirm and blush enough for her to see the red flush crawling up the back of his neck. Willow found herself really quite disappointed when the bike came in for a, mostly, smooth landing back at the yard.

"So?" Xander asked as he killed the engine and put down the kickstand. "What do you think?"

"Maybe it's not such a horrible machine," Willow said grudgingly.

Xander grinned and shook his head, "That's as close as I'm going to get to approval, isn't it?"

"You bet your butt, mister." She nodded firmly.

"I'll take it."

"Now, you promised me some math," Willow said firmly, heart still racing from both the flight and the close proximity to Xander.

"A deal is a deal," Xander conceded, gesturing back to where he kept his 'lab'.

Sirius watched them go, smiling at the sight of the two, and spared some thoughts for his Godson.

I wonder if Harry has a girl yet? James had already cut his way through half of Gryffindor and a third of the Puff and Claw girls by this age.

Sirius conveniently permitted himself to forget that his numbers were optimistic in the extreme, and in actuality James Potter really only had one love in his entire life. He'd chased a lot of skirts in his younger years, but was always careful not to catch any that wanted to be caught. Too many girls, even during their younger years, looked at James as a ticket to an easy life.

Sirius himself never had that 'problem'. He fondly remembered 'catching' a good many girls who wanted to be caught. A fun fling was always easy to end by simply letting it slip that he'd been disowned.

Only found one girl who stuck around after that, and I should damned well have married her.

Zero Zero One, Cemetery Lane - Westfield, New Jersey.

Wednesday Addams calmly looked over her preparations, carefully noting the materials and calculations. Everything had to be prepared for the solstice. She didn't know for certain whether they would begin then, however it would not do to be found lacking on this matter.

A tapping on her door caused the teenage girl to turn, "Come in, mother."

Morticia Addams stepped easily into the room, her motions belying the tight fit of her dress. "Dear, I believe we need to have a word."

Wednesday looked at her mother coolly for a moment, then nodded to the seat by the bed. Morticia silently took the offered seat, eyes falling to the preparations laid out on the bed. She sighed, nodding slowly, "We suspected."

"You're familiar with it?"

"Not this one specifically, dear, but the materials you've been gathering all point to one plan. Grandmamma is very worried." Morticia said seriously.

"Tell her not to be." Wednesday said calmly. "I'm not."

"Wednesday, dear, have you thought this through? There are always temptations, but we're Addams." Morticia said, "We do not give in to our weaknesses."

Wednesday sniffed, "please, mother. I know what I am doing. I'm not giving into my weaknesses, I am conquering them."

Morticia sighed, "I'm certain that Alexander is a very fine boy, but if this is his idea…"

Wednesday glared openly at her, something that Morticia had only rarely experienced. She did not, however, glare back as she had in the past. This wasn't an adult facing off against an unruly child, this was a mother concerned for the young woman her daughter had become.

"Alexander would never." Wednesday said simply, "He does not yet know."

"Be that as it may," Morticia said, the statement not surprising her in the least, "however, dear, he is but a boy. The temptation…"

"Is his sacrifice." Wednesday said calmly, "as trust is mine."

Morticia sighed as she saw a look of beatific calm on her daughter's face, knowing then that there was no way to talk her out of it. "I see. Very well, what more do you need for your preparations?"