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It’s 1 pm when Xander arrives back at the shop. In the back of the van sits a big old-fashioned sideboard which he collected from a customer who wants it restored to its original state. He takes the bag with the Chinese food he bought on the way and goes inside Broum’s shop.
“Hey, I‘m back and I brought lunch with me!” Xander calls out to Broum who sits behind the selling counter, sorting through papers. The demon looks up and smiles at Xander. “Oh, great. I’m starving – I could eat a human.” He says. Xander stops short, suddenly unsure whether it’s a joke or not. Broum just starts laughing. “No worries, toyboy. We don’t eat humans. M’reit demons aren’t a dangerous species.”
Xander blushes. “Sure, knew that, would’ve never thought you were and…” He stumbles and feels stupid again. He knows that Broum and Garld aren’t dangerous, aren’t demons who would be on Buffy’s slaying agenda… well, wouldn’t be at the top of Buffy’s slaying agenda. He sighs inwardly. Why does it get so complicated now? Colliding loyalties and all.
Garld comes out of her office, almost noiselessly she pulls the door shut behind her. “Oh nice, Xander, is that Chinese I can smell?” She grins and grabs for the bag in Xander’s hand. Xander laughs and lets her have it. “Yeah, Chinese. Thought we could eat together, if you want and… “ He stumbles and looks down.
Garld narrows her eyes at him. “Don’t be silly, boy, course we want!” She sends a hard look at Broum who in turn rolls his eyes at her. “Gotta sit down and talk, toyboy.” Xander shrugs helplessly. “’K.”
Garld starts unpacking the bag, little white Chinese food boxes quickly take up most of the space on the small office table. They sit down and each of them grabs what he likes and starts eating. Xander seems miles away, nobody talks and the silence is uneasy. They often eat together and talk about business or personal matters, not that personal like demon heritage or so, but...
Garld kicks Broum under the table. “Ow!” He scowls at her. She shows her fairly human looking teeth and he gives in. “Toyboy... Xander, we gotta talk about a few things. About demons and death and slayers and the good side and bad side of being a slayer or demon hunter and...” Garld sighs and rolls her eyes. Broum pauses and looks at her, irritated. “What?!”
“You’re getting it all wrong! He’s done nothing wrong!” Garld reaches over and puts her hand on Xander’s. The human has sunk down on his chair as far as possible and looks thoroughly miserable.
“Look, Xander, you’ve done nothing wrong in the past. But your past is past and you asked for a chance to prove yourself here. You meant by your work. And you do magnificent work. But Broum and I, we want you to, well, think about your views of life, your values.”
“Ah hem.” Slowly Xander nods.
“We thought you knew that we are demons. You didn’t, did you?”
“I... no... I didn’t think about your origins at all. You’ve been just normal people to me. My boss and his wife.”
“And now, Xander, what are we now? Not normal people anymore? Demons?” Garld’s voice stays warm and friendly but her eyes show her concern.
“I... don’t know. You’re demons but you’re good to me, you care about me more than... a lot of people I know and everything, but the last few years with the slayer, we fought demons, still fight demons and mostly don’t have the time to ask if they’re good or bad or whatever. I can’t just... I can’t just throw everything overboard and be a new person overnight...”
“We understand, Xander, we do understand. It’s hard for you but since you brought William with you, we see that you’ve already started to differentiate between demons. That’s great.” Garld smiles at Xander who shyly smiles back. “And about William... what are you going to do now?”
“I keep him, of course!” Xander says eyes wide. Broum starts laughing and Garld soon follows.
“Course you keep him, toyboy. We want to know what you wanna do so he becomes his old size again.”
“Oh, oh, right. I, erm, I wanted to settle in tonight and talk with Spike. About the circumstances and everything. I wanted to ask Willow, if she can make Spike big again, but I’m not so sure about her. Maybe Giles could help but I can’t imagine a reason why he should help Spike at all. Maybe Spike knows someone who could help...”
Garld and Broum listen and nod to Xander’s suggestions. When he stops talking, Broum says: “That sounds okay so far. I know some people and I will ask around a bit, too. I’ll tell you if there is any news.”
“Thank you. Thank you both. For the help and the clothes for him and everything.”
“You’re welcome, Xander. It’s all right.” Garld smiles at Xander.
They rest of the meal goes by in the easy companionship they shared before. After they finish, Xander puts the empty boxes in the trash, the boxes with leftovers in the fridge.
“I’ll go and look after Spike now. Call me when you need me.”
“Sure, toyboy. Don’t forget your work over the cute little blondie!” Broum yells after him and starts laughing. Garld slaps her husband on his arm, but starts laughing too, when Xander turns around and looks at them horrified: “Cute little blondie?!”
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To see Spike sleep, cuddled into what might have been Garld’s sewing basket on a shelf, half under a piece of drapery, affectionately put there to protect him from the midday sun which was just a warm glow behind the heavy blinds at the window, makes Xander’s heart ache but produces a tingling feeling in his belly. Once again he thinks about how close Spike came to ‘really dead death’ and finds himself again feeling happy about Spike still being here.
“Spike?” He calls out to the sleeping vampire who is awake instantly. Three-Inch-Spike sits up and stares at the gigantic Xander with wide eyes. This time recognition sets in almost without hesitation. No frightened panic this time, just ocean-deep disappointment. Encouragingly, Xander smiles at Spike but the blond just rolls his eyes at the youth. “So, through with work? Ready to go home to the basement of doom?”
“No and no and furthermore: won’t go there ever again!” Spike is stunned for a moment, then: “What do you mean? You’re not going there again? We’re not going there again? I’m not going, well getting carried, there again?” Ah, back to the panic. Great, Spike.
Grinning, Xander sits down on Garld’s stool and is now pretty much eye-to-eye with Spike in the sewing basket on the shelf. “I moved out.”
“Oh what! That’s great! Wait, on second thought: You idiot!” Spike springs to his feet and starts to pace in the basket. Xander thinks he would look just like the old Spike if there wasn’t the screaming yellow nightgownish-y thing Spike wears and of course his size. “How could you! I mean where are we gonna stay! Can anyone be sooo stupid?! Give up a roof over the head and...”
There is a lot of more cussing from Spike and Xander gets a little sad but otherwise... he never shared his plans with anybody. The last person coming to mind there is Spike and all. He watches Spike ruffling through his hair until it stands up in all directions.
“Shut up, you... chick. I’ve got an apartment. Here. Right over your head.” Spike lifts his head and looks at the shelf above the one his basket stands on. “Well, a bit further above your head. Second floor of the building. Apartment. Two rooms, plus bathroom and kitchen.”
Spike looks back at Xander with an expression somewhere between curiosity and doubt. “Well, that’s great then. Smart boy. Thought of everything, didn’t you. At least about getting a new apartment before giving up the old one. Really smart.”
“Yeah, yeah. Stop it Spike! I didn’t take your brain black-out from two minutes ago seriously. See... you’ve got a way smaller brain now and...” Xander stops suddenly, regretting instantly what he just said, that he reminded Spike of his size, because Spike is watching him with golden eyes and full vamp mask on.
“Hey... sorry, I didn’t mean it... I just...”
“Did you just call me chick???” Spike growls.
Xander, who pretends to be frightened by the enraged vampire, stutters: “I.. didn’t mean chick as in girl... I meant because of your yellow skirt—ehm shirt-y-ish thing and your hair... it’s all fluffy... baby-chicken?”
“You’re soooo going to pay for that!” Spike growls and jumps out of the basket, he stops short on the edge of the, for him, five-floors high shelf. “Later!” He says grimly, not completely covering the sadness in his voice.
tbc
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It’s 1 pm when Xander arrives back at the shop. In the back of the van sits a big old-fashioned sideboard which he collected from a customer who wants it restored to its original state. He takes the bag with the Chinese food he bought on the way and goes inside Broum’s shop.
“Hey, I‘m back and I brought lunch with me!” Xander calls out to Broum who sits behind the selling counter, sorting through papers. The demon looks up and smiles at Xander. “Oh, great. I’m starving – I could eat a human.” He says. Xander stops short, suddenly unsure whether it’s a joke or not. Broum just starts laughing. “No worries, toyboy. We don’t eat humans. M’reit demons aren’t a dangerous species.”
Xander blushes. “Sure, knew that, would’ve never thought you were and…” He stumbles and feels stupid again. He knows that Broum and Garld aren’t dangerous, aren’t demons who would be on Buffy’s slaying agenda… well, wouldn’t be at the top of Buffy’s slaying agenda. He sighs inwardly. Why does it get so complicated now? Colliding loyalties and all.
Garld comes out of her office, almost noiselessly she pulls the door shut behind her. “Oh nice, Xander, is that Chinese I can smell?” She grins and grabs for the bag in Xander’s hand. Xander laughs and lets her have it. “Yeah, Chinese. Thought we could eat together, if you want and… “ He stumbles and looks down.
Garld narrows her eyes at him. “Don’t be silly, boy, course we want!” She sends a hard look at Broum who in turn rolls his eyes at her. “Gotta sit down and talk, toyboy.” Xander shrugs helplessly. “’K.”
Garld starts unpacking the bag, little white Chinese food boxes quickly take up most of the space on the small office table. They sit down and each of them grabs what he likes and starts eating. Xander seems miles away, nobody talks and the silence is uneasy. They often eat together and talk about business or personal matters, not that personal like demon heritage or so, but...
Garld kicks Broum under the table. “Ow!” He scowls at her. She shows her fairly human looking teeth and he gives in. “Toyboy... Xander, we gotta talk about a few things. About demons and death and slayers and the good side and bad side of being a slayer or demon hunter and...” Garld sighs and rolls her eyes. Broum pauses and looks at her, irritated. “What?!”
“You’re getting it all wrong! He’s done nothing wrong!” Garld reaches over and puts her hand on Xander’s. The human has sunk down on his chair as far as possible and looks thoroughly miserable.
“Look, Xander, you’ve done nothing wrong in the past. But your past is past and you asked for a chance to prove yourself here. You meant by your work. And you do magnificent work. But Broum and I, we want you to, well, think about your views of life, your values.”
“Ah hem.” Slowly Xander nods.
“We thought you knew that we are demons. You didn’t, did you?”
“I... no... I didn’t think about your origins at all. You’ve been just normal people to me. My boss and his wife.”
“And now, Xander, what are we now? Not normal people anymore? Demons?” Garld’s voice stays warm and friendly but her eyes show her concern.
“I... don’t know. You’re demons but you’re good to me, you care about me more than... a lot of people I know and everything, but the last few years with the slayer, we fought demons, still fight demons and mostly don’t have the time to ask if they’re good or bad or whatever. I can’t just... I can’t just throw everything overboard and be a new person overnight...”
“We understand, Xander, we do understand. It’s hard for you but since you brought William with you, we see that you’ve already started to differentiate between demons. That’s great.” Garld smiles at Xander who shyly smiles back. “And about William... what are you going to do now?”
“I keep him, of course!” Xander says eyes wide. Broum starts laughing and Garld soon follows.
“Course you keep him, toyboy. We want to know what you wanna do so he becomes his old size again.”
“Oh, oh, right. I, erm, I wanted to settle in tonight and talk with Spike. About the circumstances and everything. I wanted to ask Willow, if she can make Spike big again, but I’m not so sure about her. Maybe Giles could help but I can’t imagine a reason why he should help Spike at all. Maybe Spike knows someone who could help...”
Garld and Broum listen and nod to Xander’s suggestions. When he stops talking, Broum says: “That sounds okay so far. I know some people and I will ask around a bit, too. I’ll tell you if there is any news.”
“Thank you. Thank you both. For the help and the clothes for him and everything.”
“You’re welcome, Xander. It’s all right.” Garld smiles at Xander.
They rest of the meal goes by in the easy companionship they shared before. After they finish, Xander puts the empty boxes in the trash, the boxes with leftovers in the fridge.
“I’ll go and look after Spike now. Call me when you need me.”
“Sure, toyboy. Don’t forget your work over the cute little blondie!” Broum yells after him and starts laughing. Garld slaps her husband on his arm, but starts laughing too, when Xander turns around and looks at them horrified: “Cute little blondie?!”
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To see Spike sleep, cuddled into what might have been Garld’s sewing basket on a shelf, half under a piece of drapery, affectionately put there to protect him from the midday sun which was just a warm glow behind the heavy blinds at the window, makes Xander’s heart ache but produces a tingling feeling in his belly. Once again he thinks about how close Spike came to ‘really dead death’ and finds himself again feeling happy about Spike still being here.
“Spike?” He calls out to the sleeping vampire who is awake instantly. Three-Inch-Spike sits up and stares at the gigantic Xander with wide eyes. This time recognition sets in almost without hesitation. No frightened panic this time, just ocean-deep disappointment. Encouragingly, Xander smiles at Spike but the blond just rolls his eyes at the youth. “So, through with work? Ready to go home to the basement of doom?”
“No and no and furthermore: won’t go there ever again!” Spike is stunned for a moment, then: “What do you mean? You’re not going there again? We’re not going there again? I’m not going, well getting carried, there again?” Ah, back to the panic. Great, Spike.
Grinning, Xander sits down on Garld’s stool and is now pretty much eye-to-eye with Spike in the sewing basket on the shelf. “I moved out.”
“Oh what! That’s great! Wait, on second thought: You idiot!” Spike springs to his feet and starts to pace in the basket. Xander thinks he would look just like the old Spike if there wasn’t the screaming yellow nightgownish-y thing Spike wears and of course his size. “How could you! I mean where are we gonna stay! Can anyone be sooo stupid?! Give up a roof over the head and...”
There is a lot of more cussing from Spike and Xander gets a little sad but otherwise... he never shared his plans with anybody. The last person coming to mind there is Spike and all. He watches Spike ruffling through his hair until it stands up in all directions.
“Shut up, you... chick. I’ve got an apartment. Here. Right over your head.” Spike lifts his head and looks at the shelf above the one his basket stands on. “Well, a bit further above your head. Second floor of the building. Apartment. Two rooms, plus bathroom and kitchen.”
Spike looks back at Xander with an expression somewhere between curiosity and doubt. “Well, that’s great then. Smart boy. Thought of everything, didn’t you. At least about getting a new apartment before giving up the old one. Really smart.”
“Yeah, yeah. Stop it Spike! I didn’t take your brain black-out from two minutes ago seriously. See... you’ve got a way smaller brain now and...” Xander stops suddenly, regretting instantly what he just said, that he reminded Spike of his size, because Spike is watching him with golden eyes and full vamp mask on.
“Hey... sorry, I didn’t mean it... I just...”
“Did you just call me chick???” Spike growls.
Xander, who pretends to be frightened by the enraged vampire, stutters: “I.. didn’t mean chick as in girl... I meant because of your yellow skirt—ehm shirt-y-ish thing and your hair... it’s all fluffy... baby-chicken?”
“You’re soooo going to pay for that!” Spike growls and jumps out of the basket, he stops short on the edge of the, for him, five-floors high shelf. “Later!” He says grimly, not completely covering the sadness in his voice.
tbc
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