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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Xander took a tentative step towards the door, staring down into the empty space below him. He gulped before turning to Wednesday.

"I don't wanna do this," he said.

"Alex, calm down," Wednesday admonished him, rolling her eyes as she did so, "The worst that could happen is your parachute won't open and you'll plummet to an excruciating, yet very short, death, leaving your entrails and rotting corpse as a pile of mush on the pavement."

Everyone around them suddenly began to wonder if this was really worth it.

"You're just a big ball of sunshine, aren't you," the instructor asked sarcastically, before turning to Xander, "Listen, kid, I've been doing this for seven years, never had anyone die on me, so-"

Before he could even finish, Wednesday took over.

"You don't jump," she said to Xander, "Then, I'll call Mother and tell her that you haven't satisfied me in a week."

Needless to say, Xander jumped. The instructor stared down after him, before turning to Wednesday.

"Ugh," he said eloquently, "What the Hell?"

"He doesn't even use pokers on me," Wednesday replied steadily, "Mother finds it offensive."

With that being said, she easily jumped out of the airplane. The instructor stared after her, before sighing.

"That's just creepy," he said, still staring after her, "…She has a black parachute?"

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Tara laid back on her bed, sighing in ecstasy as Willow laid down beside her, completely exhausted.

"Wow," Willow muttered, "We have got to thank Wednesday for giving you that book!"

"Yeah," Tara said with a smile, "So, it's your turn. You ready?"

"Gimme a minute," Willow said, swallowing as she did so, "I'm so exhausted."

"Just be grateful I haven't shown you what I can do yet," Tara said, making Willow smile a nervous smile.

"…Are you really a masochist?"

"We'll see."

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"I must admit, Buffy," Giles said as he and Buffy watched the movie, "I am quite surprised that you were willing to go along with Willow and purchase Xander and Wednesday three nights in a hotel designed for sex. What came over you?"

"I dunno," Buffy said, "I just…I mean, it's pretty obvious that Wednesday is a freak, and Xander's up for anything. Plus, we'd kidnapped her. If it hadn't been for Tara's intervention, someone might have died…it just scares me to think how close I came to losing someone."

"Forgive me, Buffy, but I fail to see how you could ever send someone away for three days to have sex," Giles said once again, "It goes completely against your character!"

"Actually, it doesn't," Buffy said with a sheepish smile, "I've…always wanted to try experimenting…in that kind of stuff."

Giles wisely shut up, realizing that his curiosity had led him somewhere he didn't want to go.

"I mean, let's face it, I don't have much problems with having sex, I mean, remember how quickly I gave it to Parker," Buffy said with a small laugh, causing Giles to go red, "But, for some reason, I just can't cross that threshold, you know? I can't be that wild and adventurous."

"Perhaps…you should be discussing this with Riley," Giles said, his discomfort rising astronomically.

"…You know what," she said with a smile, "That's exactly what I should do."

She stood up, and positively skipped out of his room.

"Oh, thank the Lord," he said, "Buggering teens."

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"Just leave those right there," Xander told the man before handing him a tip, "Thanks."

Wednesday came out of the bathroom, dressed in a black lace gown, and laid down on the bed, her face tired from the flight. Xander took of his clothes, leaving his boxers on though, and quietly crawled into the bed, allowing Wednesday to wrap her arms around him and lay her head on his chest.

"Alex," she whispered, "Are you looking forward to tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile, "I can't wait."

"Neither can I," she abruptly pulled herself up so that she could look into his eyes, "Alex…there's something I want to tell you."

He stayed silent, worried and happy, thinking that he knew what she was going to say.

"I love you."

Wednesday stared up at him, her usually deadpan face holding a bit of nervousness now, wondering how he would respond.

"…I love you, too."