AN: Some days you're the windsheild, most days I've been the bug. I'll catch up as I'm able. Sorry for the delay!
CH 13: Anita Blake
Soul In A Can
"XanderXanderXander!"
"I take it you found something?"
Xander watched his bestest bud from his place on the floor, Willow bouncing on his stomach. Ah, friend-love. Though now he was remembering why they didn't do this as much anymore. Oof!
Grinning the redhead picked up a book and showed him a set of pictures.
"For reals?"
"Yeah!"
"But I thought you hated that show."
"Not really, just had to give Jesse a hard time about something, you know?"
He smiled at her, pulling her close for a hug until the frown went away.
"So, which one is mine?"
Willow grinned and started bouncing again. He made a note to do some stretches before sleeping that night.
"Willow! And that means the knight must be Xander?"
"Hi Mrs. S!"
"What are you two dressed as?"
"A pair of traveling military brothers."
"Really?"
"Shortest explanation."
"Ah."
Willow looked at her arm with a sad sigh. A little glamour and she was functional, but it would be a good long time before she was alright.
But Xander….
"Hey Wills, none of that. It'll be ok."
"How can it? I mean at least I'm still mostly me but…"
"I'm fine, Wills. I'm ok, really."
"How?"
"Nothing can hurt you with me around, I'm a walking, talking tank."
"But the seal…"
"They won't know it's there and I know with your brain you're already figuring something out for both of us. And until then, I'll deal."
Somehow even with the immobile face she knew he was smiling, if a little sadly.
"Just call me Soul In A Can."