Title: Knights Consort (5/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Just a little bad language.
Spoilers: Anything and everything.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: There's more to love than sexual attraction. In fact, sometimes, it just gets in the way.
Author's Note: Nothing much to say here.
Why does everyone we meet think we're dating?
I can understand with the meet-and-greets and when we have to link up with the local demon hunters, but seriously, Summers should know better. Especially since it's her own sister who's the one dating him, not me.
She came by to check on Xander. Technically, she's retired, and after eight or nine years, I wouldn't blame her if she actually did. In practice, she's more of a freelance consultant, a mobile asset who picks and chooses where she goes.
In this case, to check on her Xander-shaped friend. Who, thankfully, bump to head aside, is still mostly Xander-shaped.
I'll deny it to the end of days - the real one, not the regularly scheduled spring fiascos - but Summers terrifies me. She's insanely strong, even for a Slayer, and she can switch gears from the air-headed SoCal ditz to General Buffy in the blink of an eye.
The docs expect Xander to make a full recovery. In fact, they expressed some disbelief at how quickly he was recovering. Of course, he's Xander, so that's answer enough for me.
Summers expressed some doubt, and it was all I could do to not yell at her.
She's just like the other Original Scoobs in that sense. To a one, they all have this massive blind spot when it comes to Xander. They always refer to him as the normal one, and... I just don't get it. After everything he's been through, the things that have changed him, how can they call him normal? "Normal" would have run screaming for the hills if only a tenth of the stories I've heard from their own mouths were true.
Never mind the residual effects from multiple possessions and all those mystical energies he grew up with. Even Willow - the one who told me about how that sort of thing causes permanent changes - just can't seem to grasp how it applies to Xander.
Still, aside from that bit of frustration, Summers's visit went well. Until she just had to make that little comment as she left about giving us "some alone time."
Seriously, Summers? He's dating your sister. I'm his best friend's ex-girlfriend.
And I'm a lesbian.
How can this possibly seem like a good idea?
Yeah. Seriously. Bad idea all around.
She was probably just teasing me, wasn't she?