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Behind Other Closed Doors
Part 4-Behind Other Closed Doors
“Is anybody there?”
No answer.
“If you’re there, knock once on, um, something…or…”
No answer.
Andrew fidgeted nervously. Why did he agree to come here again? Oh, yeah. Because if he hadn’t agreed to come here, the party would have ended. Then Xander would have driven them back to the nearly empty Hyperion Hotel that Angel had set them up in. He would have watched Xander stagger to bed alone and then Andrew would have followed his example to his own cold bed. So he’d said yes, would have said anything, to keep the night from ending.
“Hello?”
“Choose.”
“Huh?”
“Choose.”
“Shoes?”
“CHOOSE.”
Andrew jumped. Choose? “What do you mean?”
If it were possible, Andrew thought he heard the voice sigh. But powerful shape-changing demons didn’t get annoyed, did they? They were strong and…and powerful, like Buffy or Lara Croft. Or…OH!
“You mean choose the corporeal form I’d like you to take for our, uh...okay. Choose.” That was easy. He’d chosen T’Pol on instinct alone, but after Xander had mentioned Tomb Raider… Well, it was a no-brainer. He’d choose Lara Croft. Because Xander picked it. And for the same reason he used the identical brand of toothpaste as Xander, and the reason he always ordered the same meal as Xander at restaurants, he would choose the same fantasy woman as Xander. Because doing so made them a little closer. Sure, Buffy and Willow got to be his best friends, but Andrew was something, too. Something important. The blond boy wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but it was crucial. Maybe he was a sidekick. Certainly not a love interest, although one could dream…
“It has been chosen.”
“What? I mean, okay. That was…wow. You could probably tell I wanted Lara Croft because I bet a lot of guys come in here for—”
Andrew’s words were cut off as blinding lights struck his eyes. The ground beneath his feet began to rumble and he felt something large appear instantly next to him.
“Woah! It’s like a holodeck! This is so bitchin’!” He cast his eyes around the room. “When did we go outside?”
Instead of the darkened room he’d entered, Andrew found himself outdoors at what appeared to be a building. Only the building wasn’t done. He recognized it immediately. y hay had killed an Ubervamp here. It was the site of the Sunnydale Public Library—a library that now rested in ten zillion pieces at the bottom of a smoking crater.
“Hey! I don’t want to be mean or anything, but Lara Croft is usually foreign-based. I mean, she’s British, but she usually does her ‘Raiding’ in places like India or Egypt or—”
“Hey Andrew.”
The blond boy’s mouth stopped, and so did his heart. He hiccuped twice, unsure if it was the alcohol that made him hiccup or the site of Xander.
“Hey,” he answered and gave a confused wave. As Andrew watched, Xander and several construction pals of his continued to carry rebar from one part of the building site to the other. The sight had Andrew drooling. Xander wore a faded and torn set of blue jeans, construction boots, a hardhat, and nothing else. “What happened to your eye?” He pointed to the two perfect peepers that Xander was sporting.
“What?” Xander answered. Andrew shook his head, confused. Had they gotten the wrroomrooms? How did Xander end up in his fantasy? Well, his Splendor fantasy. He knew how Xander ended up in most of his private fantasies. Except, usually there weren’t this many people ar.
.
As soon as the thought flickered in his head, the men set down their materials and began departing for waiting pickup trucks. Xander seemed unconcerned by their departure. He set down his own heavy burden and strode over to where Andrew still stood with his coat in his hands.
“Are you sure you need that?” he joked. “It’s kinda hot out today.” He reached into a cooler and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking half of it and pouring the second half over his head. Water ran in shining trails over tan skin and well-formed muscle. Xander shook his head gently, allowing droplets of water to splash over Andrew. “Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly.
Andrew dropped his coat to the ground and raised his hand. “Um, stop! Pause! Question? Could you just stop this for a second?” he hollered to the pristine blue sky. “I know I was kinda indecisive, but I think I was pretty clear in my head that I wanted Lara Croft. I know you’re a mind reader and—”
“Does his improved sight displease you?” the Xander-thing asked, cocking his head. “W you you prefer the patch?” In an instant, a black patch covered the man’s eye.
“Stop using his voice!” Andrew whined. “You’re not him. I can tell.”
“I do not understand.”
“What’s not to understand? I said Lara Croft.”
“I can clearly read your desire. You do not disguise it; it is laid bare before me. Why do you claim that this is not your greatest fantasy?”
“I didn’t say this wasn’t my—I mean, it’s just…”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t choose him.”
“I do not understand.”
“I wouldn’t pick him, you know, for my one fantasy. Here.”
“You wouldn’t choose this man? A man you so clearly love?”
“Don’t say that! I don’t love him! Loving people isn’t…it doesn’t mean that they love you…Never mind. Look,” Andrew sighed, “I’m not stupid, you know. I’m aware that I *could have* chosen him. I just didn’t, okay.”
“This is what I do not understand.”
Andrew sighed again.
“There’s this saying about pouring salt in a wound or something. It just means that if something is already painful, you shouldn’t try to make it worse. Xander doesn’t want me. No fantasy is going to make it different.”
“Yet you claim to have had this same fantasy yourself many times. How is a warm, breathing fantasy in *this room* any different to your fevered dreams? Neither gains you greater access to the man’s heart, but for you…” The demon lowered its lids invitingly. “For you, for a while, you could have what you most desire. No, it won’t bring you any closer to this creature you love. But you might be able to do more than imagine what this skin feels like.” The Xander-thing stepped close to Andrew and ran one hand over a glistening peck.
Andrew shook his head sadly. “But he doesn’t want me. I couldn’t…I don’t know if…” His argument weakened under the smoldering gaze the Rushmah was giving him.
“You don’t understand, Andrew. In this place, in Splendor, Xander ALWAYS wants you.”
TBC…
“Is anybody there?”
No answer.
“If you’re there, knock once on, um, something…or…”
No answer.
Andrew fidgeted nervously. Why did he agree to come here again? Oh, yeah. Because if he hadn’t agreed to come here, the party would have ended. Then Xander would have driven them back to the nearly empty Hyperion Hotel that Angel had set them up in. He would have watched Xander stagger to bed alone and then Andrew would have followed his example to his own cold bed. So he’d said yes, would have said anything, to keep the night from ending.
“Hello?”
“Choose.”
“Huh?”
“Choose.”
“Shoes?”
“CHOOSE.”
Andrew jumped. Choose? “What do you mean?”
If it were possible, Andrew thought he heard the voice sigh. But powerful shape-changing demons didn’t get annoyed, did they? They were strong and…and powerful, like Buffy or Lara Croft. Or…OH!
“You mean choose the corporeal form I’d like you to take for our, uh...okay. Choose.” That was easy. He’d chosen T’Pol on instinct alone, but after Xander had mentioned Tomb Raider… Well, it was a no-brainer. He’d choose Lara Croft. Because Xander picked it. And for the same reason he used the identical brand of toothpaste as Xander, and the reason he always ordered the same meal as Xander at restaurants, he would choose the same fantasy woman as Xander. Because doing so made them a little closer. Sure, Buffy and Willow got to be his best friends, but Andrew was something, too. Something important. The blond boy wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but it was crucial. Maybe he was a sidekick. Certainly not a love interest, although one could dream…
“It has been chosen.”
“What? I mean, okay. That was…wow. You could probably tell I wanted Lara Croft because I bet a lot of guys come in here for—”
Andrew’s words were cut off as blinding lights struck his eyes. The ground beneath his feet began to rumble and he felt something large appear instantly next to him.
“Woah! It’s like a holodeck! This is so bitchin’!” He cast his eyes around the room. “When did we go outside?”
Instead of the darkened room he’d entered, Andrew found himself outdoors at what appeared to be a building. Only the building wasn’t done. He recognized it immediately. y hay had killed an Ubervamp here. It was the site of the Sunnydale Public Library—a library that now rested in ten zillion pieces at the bottom of a smoking crater.
“Hey! I don’t want to be mean or anything, but Lara Croft is usually foreign-based. I mean, she’s British, but she usually does her ‘Raiding’ in places like India or Egypt or—”
“Hey Andrew.”
The blond boy’s mouth stopped, and so did his heart. He hiccuped twice, unsure if it was the alcohol that made him hiccup or the site of Xander.
“Hey,” he answered and gave a confused wave. As Andrew watched, Xander and several construction pals of his continued to carry rebar from one part of the building site to the other. The sight had Andrew drooling. Xander wore a faded and torn set of blue jeans, construction boots, a hardhat, and nothing else. “What happened to your eye?” He pointed to the two perfect peepers that Xander was sporting.
“What?” Xander answered. Andrew shook his head, confused. Had they gotten the wrroomrooms? How did Xander end up in his fantasy? Well, his Splendor fantasy. He knew how Xander ended up in most of his private fantasies. Except, usually there weren’t this many people ar.
.
As soon as the thought flickered in his head, the men set down their materials and began departing for waiting pickup trucks. Xander seemed unconcerned by their departure. He set down his own heavy burden and strode over to where Andrew still stood with his coat in his hands.
“Are you sure you need that?” he joked. “It’s kinda hot out today.” He reached into a cooler and pulled out a bottle of water, drinking half of it and pouring the second half over his head. Water ran in shining trails over tan skin and well-formed muscle. Xander shook his head gently, allowing droplets of water to splash over Andrew. “Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly.
Andrew dropped his coat to the ground and raised his hand. “Um, stop! Pause! Question? Could you just stop this for a second?” he hollered to the pristine blue sky. “I know I was kinda indecisive, but I think I was pretty clear in my head that I wanted Lara Croft. I know you’re a mind reader and—”
“Does his improved sight displease you?” the Xander-thing asked, cocking his head. “W you you prefer the patch?” In an instant, a black patch covered the man’s eye.
“Stop using his voice!” Andrew whined. “You’re not him. I can tell.”
“I do not understand.”
“What’s not to understand? I said Lara Croft.”
“I can clearly read your desire. You do not disguise it; it is laid bare before me. Why do you claim that this is not your greatest fantasy?”
“I didn’t say this wasn’t my—I mean, it’s just…”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t choose him.”
“I do not understand.”
“I wouldn’t pick him, you know, for my one fantasy. Here.”
“You wouldn’t choose this man? A man you so clearly love?”
“Don’t say that! I don’t love him! Loving people isn’t…it doesn’t mean that they love you…Never mind. Look,” Andrew sighed, “I’m not stupid, you know. I’m aware that I *could have* chosen him. I just didn’t, okay.”
“This is what I do not understand.”
Andrew sighed again.
“There’s this saying about pouring salt in a wound or something. It just means that if something is already painful, you shouldn’t try to make it worse. Xander doesn’t want me. No fantasy is going to make it different.”
“Yet you claim to have had this same fantasy yourself many times. How is a warm, breathing fantasy in *this room* any different to your fevered dreams? Neither gains you greater access to the man’s heart, but for you…” The demon lowered its lids invitingly. “For you, for a while, you could have what you most desire. No, it won’t bring you any closer to this creature you love. But you might be able to do more than imagine what this skin feels like.” The Xander-thing stepped close to Andrew and ran one hand over a glistening peck.
Andrew shook his head sadly. “But he doesn’t want me. I couldn’t…I don’t know if…” His argument weakened under the smoldering gaze the Rushmah was giving him.
“You don’t understand, Andrew. In this place, in Splendor, Xander ALWAYS wants you.”
TBC…