Me, Myself, and I
"And done," Willow said, clapping her hands and extinguishing the candle. Turning to where the two Xanders had been, she frowned.
The three Xanders waved at her.
"This not the expected result?" Buffy asked.
"No, there should only be one Xander," Anya said with a frown.
"We could start a band," one of the Xanders suggested.
"Canceling the spell should have reassembled you not added another," Willow grumbled, ignoring them.
"I have the memories of both you guys," the Xander in the middle said.
"Still feeling pretty cool here," the Xander on the right said.
"And I'm not feeling quite as uncool anymore," the one on the left offered.
"Only you, Xander," Buffy groaned.
"I don't think 'only' is a word that applies to me right now," the Xander on the left said.
"Good line," the other two Xanders complimented him.
"I need a drink," Giles said pinching the bridge of his nose, his glasses and polishing cloth set aside for the moment.
"Let's all sleep on the problem," Anya suggested.
"Being the problem, I approve, but won't Buffy and Willow's significant others complain?" the Xander on the left asked.
"I can't believe you said that," Buffy said in shock, while Willow turned as red as her hair.
"Definitely in need of alcohol," Giles muttered, leaving without another word.
"I think he got all my quipping skills," the Xander on the right said.
"But none of our self control," the Xander in the middle agreed.
"Actually, I was planning on sleeping with all three of you at once and by sleeping, I mean sex," Anya said.
"Look at the time, gotta go," Buffy said holding up a bare wrist, before chasing after Giles.
Anya gave a slightly predatory smile as she shoved Willow out the door. "It's a shame we don't know any tantric magic, because we'd probably be able to put up some impressive wards right now."
Typing by: Stephenopolos.