5 Good Ideas Xander Didn’t Know About, & 1 He Did
Idea Three
Title: 5 Good Ideas Xander Didn’t Know About, And 1 He Did
Author: jujukittychick Paring: eventual Xander/Spike Rating: PG-13 Warning: implied m/m sexual relationship Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the computer I'm typing this on and am making no money. Angel and Buffy:TVS all belong to their respective creators and owners who *are* making money off them. I'm just doing this for my own fun and entertainment; in general, if you recognize something, I don't own it. Beta: NONE! Any mistakes are mine, sorry A/N: Just an idea that popped in my head, ‘cause, really, who doesn’t want to ogle Xander in various states of undress? Umm, post tv-series, Spike’s alive and went to England with the Sunnydale crew. Special thanks to just_ink_me for this idea!Summary: There were five really good ideas that Xander knew nothing about. There was one he did. Each idea will be one chapter
Idea Three
“Yeah, he really does.”
“But who drove the car through the mud?”
“That was all me.”
“Buffy! You know you’re not supposed to be driving…” Then softer, “You’re kinda unmixy together.”
“Hey! My good idea, just look.”
“Oh, I am!”
“Oi, what are you lot doing to the poor whelp now?”
“Spike! Why do you automatically assume we’re doing something to Xander?”
“Nibblet, I love you like me own, don’t I, but every time I find you, Red, and Buffy talking ‘bout ‘good ideas,’ Buffy’s come up with some scheme and Xander’s…well, actually they have been good ideas at that.”
“Ha!” Muttering, “Blame me for stuff” Then defensively, “Besides, this was Giles’ idea… I just helped some.”
Spike just cocked an eyebrow in doubt of the truth of that particular statement and finally looked out the window for himself. And promptly sucked in an unneeded breath. “Bloody ‘ell!”
Xander was outside trying to scrub dried on mud off one of the Council cars wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans, a large gash under one of the back pockets giving glimpses of the pair of crazily patterned boxers he wore underneath every time he stretched and bent. His skin looked slick with a combination of what appeared to be sudsy water and sweat, either from the wind blowing the water back on him or possibly from Andrew attempting to help at some point. Either way, the sunlight glistened off the water, highlighting all the muscular contours of his back and arms and making him a truly delicious looking sight. “Shoulda grabbed some popcorn.”
“Mmmhmmm.”
.oOo.
Shrugging his shoulders all of a sudden, feeling like someone was standing on his blindside, he turned around slowly, gaze sweeping the area until it landed on one of the large picture windows overlooking the courtyard and the four people standing there looking out. Giving his friends a suspicious look as they suddenly seemed to notice him looking and started talking to each other, he turned his back to them and went back to washing the car, stopping occasionally to look back at them, catching them staring again and again.
Muttering as he finished up finally and started gathering up all the equipment, he glanced back at the group in the window, “What the hell? It’s like pod-people or something. I really need to talk to Giles about them. But what if he’s in on it too? It was his idea to send me out here. What if I’m the only normal person left, I mean it’s not like anyone would notice if Andrew was taken over and half of the baby-Slayers don’t even speak English.”
“Oh, Xander, there you are. Ah, you are finished with the cars, good. Willow and Buffy are going into town to get groceries, you should let them know if you need anything besides the normal.”
Giving Giles a suspicious look, he backed away slowly, nodding. “Yeah, sure, G-man…whatever you say. Hey, you’re not having any odd cravings are you? You know, like for brains or random body parts? Nevermind, I’m just going to go now, ‘kay, bye!”
Watching Xander damn near run off, Giles shook his head in confusion. “What the devil’s gotten into him?”