Meet The Family

Title: Meet The Family
Author: LLN
Fandom: Buffy/Angel/ The Addams Family crossover.
Pairings: Done yet.
Spoilers: 1-4 of Buffy. 1 of Angel.
Disclaimers: Joss owns Buffy and Angel. Charles Addams owns The Addams family.
Summary: The Skeletons start coming out of the Harris closet in more ways than one.


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~Magic Box~


Xander flipped through the old tome in front of him on the table, they were looking for the demon of the week. Buffy was bitching because it ruined her new shirt. Riley was trying to look sympathetic. Willow and Tara were sitting on one of the couches looking at a book and whispering to each other. Giles held a book reading it while pacing back and forth. Spike was sitting on the stairs smoking and looking bored.
By now Xander's boredom had gotten so bad he was hoping that the demon they were looking for would come crashing through the door of the shop...it had happen before.
Then a cell phone rang...

Riley pulled his out of his pocket and frowned, " It's not mine."

It kept ringing...

They looked at each other then Xander pulled one out of his jacket pocket, he noticed their looks at him.

" What? I got it when I started my new job, " he said before answering it.
"Demons Are Us...You find'em, we slay'em...Oh, hi Aunt Morticia.... Really, you are," by this time the others had noticed how pale Xander had turned, " No, no I made the arrangements...but I thought you weren't coming until *next * year...oh, is that right...flaming swords...that's well...ok, I'll be there soon...ummm...try not to traumatize too many people...ok? Alright...see you in a bit." Then Xander hung up his cell phone and put it back into his jacket then sighed.

"What was that about, Xan?" asked Buffy.

Xander blinked dazedly at her, "Oh, that was just my Aunt, she and her family have come for a visit. No wonder my mother was sober this morning...she was muttering about it being our turn," he sighed again, " Really, they're not that bad...just a bit different...they're real nonconformists." He told them.

"Hippies, uh?" Riley said with a sneer.

Xander looked blankly at him for a moment then smirk slightly at him, " You could say that. They're at SunnyDale Municipal Airport. I have to go and pick them up." He stood, put on his jacket and walked toward the door, he noticed that the sun had set. Looking over his shoulder he asked.

" Hey, Spike, you wanna come with."

"Why?"

"Oh, I don't know it's dark, you might find something to kill."

"Your picking up family."

"Your point being, they might attract as many demons as I do."

Spike thought about that for a moment then nodded.

"Well, if nothing else it should be amusing to see the bunch of losers you come from." Spike said as he walked over to the door.

Xander snorted and held open the door, " You just might be surprised, Fangless."

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~SunnyDale Municipal Airport~


Xander and Spike were greeted by the sounds of chaos when they walked in the doors of the airport. People were screaming and running one man was in a corner muttering about never flying again. A blond woman with singe hair walked past them moaning...

But those things weren't bothering Spike, no, it was seeing the older, pale looking dark haired couple dancing in the terminal. They reminded him of Dru and himself. It wasn't until they called the whelp by name that he really began to worry.

"Alexander, old son, so good to see you!" Exclaimed the dark haired man with slicked back hair.

"Uncle Gomez." Xander greeted his uncle in return.

Now Spike had done and seen a lot of things in his time but he still had to wonder...

"Where is that bloody tango music coming from?!"

Xander just shrugged and looked like this was normal.

"Oh, mon cheri, our Alexander as bought a friend with him..." said the dark haired woman in the tight black dress in Gomez's arms. Spike saw the man's eyes light up.

"Tish, that was French!" he said before passionately kissing her hand and up her arm.

Spike looked at Xander and shrugged again, " What can I say there really into each other."

Just then a pale girl, a little younger than Xander, with her long dark hair done in to pig tail braids walked by carrying a butcher's clever.

"Wedsday?" Xander asked the girl stopped and look at him.

"Yes, Cousin?"

" Where are you going with that?"

"To hunt vampires," she said with a deadpan expression.

Spike saw the frown on Xander's face.

'The whelp will tell her. 'thought Spike.

"What have I told you when hunting?" Xander asked crossing his arms over his chest.

Wedsday looked at the clever then at her cousin, " Bigger *is * better."

"That's right," said Xander, " here..."

Spike blinked and wondered were Xander pulled the battle-axe from as he watched Xander give it to the girl who grinned scarily then handed Xander the clever and took the axe. Spike watched the boy then as he carelessly threw the clever over his shoulder. There was a scream but the boy never looked behind him.

' Boy's acting odd.' Spike thought as he looked at the clever that was embedded into the wall next to the head of one the airport employees.

Next came an explosion a boy with a crew cut, younger than the girl wearing a black and white striped shirt and black shorts came by covered in soot. He was frowning and muttering to himself.

"What's wrong, Pugsley?" Xander asked him as Spike just stared.

"Cousin Alexander!" said Pugsley happy to see him then frown again remembering what had made him unhappy to begin with he sighed, " I can never get it right, the explosion is too big or to small."

Xander nodded in understanding, " Don't worry we'll work on it while you're here."

"Great...where did Wedsday go?"

"To hunt."

"Darn, she was supposed to wait for me. She does this all the time. There won't be any left for me!" Pugsley complained before running off after his sister.

It was then Xander noticed Spike staring over his shoulder, " What?"

" There's a kid with a flame-thrower..."

" That would be Pubert. He just turn seven and Aunt Morticia thought he was responsible enough for one now he got it for Christmas...I think." Xander told him.

"There's a seven year old playing with a flame-thrower..."Spike repeated. What Xander said next made Spike's jaw drop in shock.

"Yeah, lucky kid. I had to wait until I was fifteen.