Strangle Me
"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" Xander chortled waggling his eyebrows.
I snorted. Sunnydale had had its own British Invasion and Xander had reacted in true Xander fashion. He became a Monty Python fan. "Don't make me got out my thumbscrews and rack." I threatened him shaking my finger.
Xander sobered and a sober Xander was a rare bird indeed. "Wills." He looked straight into my eyes visibly clinging to me. "I. my eyes changed. That's how I figured it out. They were this creepy red on black. I- I didn't look human." Xander took a deep shuddering breath. He looked so scared and broken. My instincts poked me and I didn't analyzed them. I got up and wrapped my arms around him. I felt like I was trying to hold him together. He shuddered in my arms and I rested my ear over his heart. It sounded like a hummingbird it was going so fast. His arms slowly came up and surrounded me. Suddenly I couldn't remember why we stopped doing this. It was like after Jessie died we never did more than give a pat on the shoulder. There was none of the feeling that had been there before. It was like we thought if we touched it was going to break something. I felt loved and warm in these arms but I could feel his soul deep fear with every shake. I squeezed him trying to project my own trust and love back.
"Shh, shh." I whispered into the cotton of his white tee.
He strangled a sob but I heard its death throes. "I thought," He paused in the middle of his sentence for an equally strangled giggle then went on in his breathless and semi-hysterical voice, "I was over this."
I started rocking gently. "It's alright Xander."
"Ah, Wills my life's the shits." I felt wetness seeping through my hair. "Soldier boy's still running around in my head, popping up at weird times," ^Oh.^ My mind spun at what that could mean.
"My father's probably part of the mob or something, judging by the quality of his computer security," ^My.^
"And best of all I'm a mutant freak who's been so scared of himself for *two years*, that's right, that's how long I've know, I can't even control my powers," ^God.^ I winced
"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" Xander chortled waggling his eyebrows.
I snorted. Sunnydale had had its own British Invasion and Xander had reacted in true Xander fashion. He became a Monty Python fan. "Don't make me got out my thumbscrews and rack." I threatened him shaking my finger.
Xander sobered and a sober Xander was a rare bird indeed. "Wills." He looked straight into my eyes visibly clinging to me. "I. my eyes changed. That's how I figured it out. They were this creepy red on black. I- I didn't look human." Xander took a deep shuddering breath. He looked so scared and broken. My instincts poked me and I didn't analyzed them. I got up and wrapped my arms around him. I felt like I was trying to hold him together. He shuddered in my arms and I rested my ear over his heart. It sounded like a hummingbird it was going so fast. His arms slowly came up and surrounded me. Suddenly I couldn't remember why we stopped doing this. It was like after Jessie died we never did more than give a pat on the shoulder. There was none of the feeling that had been there before. It was like we thought if we touched it was going to break something. I felt loved and warm in these arms but I could feel his soul deep fear with every shake. I squeezed him trying to project my own trust and love back.
"Shh, shh." I whispered into the cotton of his white tee.
He strangled a sob but I heard its death throes. "I thought," He paused in the middle of his sentence for an equally strangled giggle then went on in his breathless and semi-hysterical voice, "I was over this."
I started rocking gently. "It's alright Xander."
"Ah, Wills my life's the shits." I felt wetness seeping through my hair. "Soldier boy's still running around in my head, popping up at weird times," ^Oh.^ My mind spun at what that could mean.
"My father's probably part of the mob or something, judging by the quality of his computer security," ^My.^
"And best of all I'm a mutant freak who's been so scared of himself for *two years*, that's right, that's how long I've know, I can't even control my powers," ^God.^ I winced