The Theory of Relativity

A/N: has nothing to do with the actual theory of relativity.

Disclaimer: Own nothing.

Timesetting: summer between S4 & S5

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"Sit," Tara instructed, magically enforcing her will, "Now, what the Hell is going on here?"

"Your friends," the now unbound Wednesday indicated Buffy and Willow, "Had their trolls capture me, and Alex, my father, and my brother came to rescue me."

"…Is that true," Tara asked Buffy and Willow, who looked up at her in determination.

"Yeah," Buffy said, "You know what she is, Tara, she's cast some kind of spell on Xander, we have to stop her!"

"…What about Willow," Tara demanded, "If Wednesday cast a spell on Xander, then who's to say I haven't cast a spell on Willow?"

No one could say anything to that.

"You two need to get this through your heads," Tara said sternly, "Yes, Wednesday is weird, rude, sarcastic, and morbid, no offense," Wednesday nodded, "But, she makes Xander happy! Why do you have this inane desire to interfere with his life when you know very well that if he did the same to you, you would be pissed off!?"

"He needs to be looked after," Willow said, "He's just normal."

"That young man is one of the bravest human beings I have ever met," Gomez spoke, his eyes alit with passion, "He fights for what he believes in, something that most people only dream to do! He is a friend to my family, a caring person, and has more courage than anyone I've ever known."

"And, he's an expert with dynamite," Pugsley threw in for good measure, making both Xander and Gomez grin and causing Gomez to wrap an arm around both with pride.

"…Alright," Tara said, absorbing the weirdness as best as she could, "So, you kidnap Wednesday because you think she put a spell on him…why didn't you just scan him for any magic?"

Neither Buffy nor Willow could answer her.

"Xander, take your friends and go," Tara instructed, "Giles, you can go, too, I know you were only roped into this."

"Why am I being told to leave my own home," Giles demanded, only to step back as Tara leveled a steely gaze onto him, "…I mean, feel free to use my home at your convenience."

"Thank you," Tara said, "I will call you once we are done."

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"Well, that was an enjoyable experience," Gomez remarked as he led his family and friends outside, "Darling, did they torture you?"

"No, Father," Wednesday answered, a small frown on her face.

"They kidnapped you, and didn't have the decency to torture you," Gomez was flabbergasted, "What is the world coming to?"

Pugsley and Wednesday shook their heads in disgust, while Xander and Giles just stared at them, though Xander did have a smile on his face.

"Well, enough of this," Gomez continued, "Your friend has the situation well in hand, I believe it is time for celebration!"

"Can you give me and Wednesday a minute," Xander asked hesitantly.

Gomez shared a look with Wednesday, before she nodded.

"Very well," Gomez said with a knowing smile, "Come, Ripper, old man, we must find a place to partake in the tasting of wine!"

"Excellent," Giles said with a smile, "I happen to know of a winery that has banquets open to the public, and I believe one is tonight."

(A/N: alright, we know there really wouldn't be one, but, this is a fic, role with it)

"Superb," Gomez remarked, "Pugsley, old man, would you like to join us?"

"I think I'll go and find a club, or blow something up," Pugsley said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"If you decide to blow something up, start with vampire nests," Xander asked.

"Ooh, hunting," Pugsley said with a grin, "Sounds like fun."

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"…Do you have something you'd like to say, Alex," Wednesday asked.

Ever since Giles had dropped them off, the two had sat in the den, uncomfortably trying to get a conversation started.

"…I know it doesn't mean much, but, I am sorry," Xander started, "I know what you think of apologies, that they're hollow and meaningless, but…"

"Do you really think that I'm heartless," Wednesday asked.

"…I know you aren't," Xander said, looking down, "I know it's difficult for you to act in any way emotional, but sometimes I just…I dunno, I forget that you do care."

Wednesday stared at him for a moment, before coming off her chair and kneeling down in front of him, taking his hand in her own.

"Feel that," she said, "My hands are warm. I have a pulse…I have a heart…I feel for you."

He stared at her, his eyes telling her that he doesn't want forgiveness…quite frankly, she didn't give a damn.

She leaned upward and graced his lips with her own. He hesitated for a moment, before responding in kind.

"Feel that?"

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hesitated once again before pulling her up into his lap. The kissing became more fevered as the two continued on, with Wednesday lowering her arms onto his chest.

"Feel that?"

Xander continued to kiss her, going down to her neck as she began to tug at his shirt. She lifted it up over his head, then began to focus on his chest. It became a bit too much for Xander, as he leaned backwards in his chair, bringing her down with him.

"Feel that?"