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October 21st, 2010

Distress of Being the Damsel

 Chapter 4
Meet You at Midnight
Part 2

Spike was uncomfortably staring out of the windows of the jet.  He hated flying…god, he really hated flying, but he had to suck up his fear.  Soon, he was going to be landing in ten minutes, thank god, and then he could start his search.  He wasn’t sure where he should go first, but he knew Peaches would get a hold of him and shed some light. He also knew he would tear the bloody town apart if he had to.  His cell phone rang, and he grinned. “Right on time.”

 

“Charlie boy, you miss me?” Spike said when he saw who the caller was.

 

 

“You kidding?  It’s been so peaceful since you’ve been gone.” Gunn lied as he walked around the rubble in Angel’s office. 

 

“Yeah, right.” Spike grinned, “Peaceful?  With all the complaining Peaches does?  Good luck with that.”

 

 

“Hey, I have some info for ya.” 

 

“Alright,” Spike waited.

 

“Okay, you’ll be landing at Monroe Regional Airport.   Wes was able to get a hold of Willow, so she is sending someone to give you a hand while you’re there.  This is something way bigger than we originally thought.”

 

“How much bigger?”

 

“Almost–got-our-asses–kicked-in-Angel’s–office-with-his-own-damn-weapons bigger.” Gunn replied.  “You’re gonna need to be able to play with the other kiddies if we’re gonna do this.”

 

Spike rolled his eyes. “Fine.  Who’s Red sending?”

 

“She said you’ll know when you get there.” Gunn answered. “You are gonna need to head to Merlottes and ask for Sookie Stackhouse.  She will be able to show you around and give you guys a place to crash.  She will also take you to Eric Northman, who happens to be the sheriff of that area.  You need to get safe passage from him before you start looking for Fred.  He may even be able to help with your search.”

 

“Bloody hell,” Spike cursed as he leaned his head back against his seat. “Fine, I’ll play.  But if anyone gets in my way of finding Fred, I can guarantee no one will be able to find the body.  We clear?”

 

“Crystal.” Gunn replied.  “Well, I gotta run.  We’re trying to do everything we can.  Get whatever you need, do whatever you can.  But no matter what, bring her back.”

 

“I will, Charlie Boy.  You’ve got my word.  I’ll bring her back.  I promise.”

 

And Spike always kept his promise.

 

 

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” Nathaniel said softly as he helped Xander gather a few of the weapons he kept stashed at Guilty Pleasures. “I could come with you.  I could help.”

 

Xander looked at his new best friend and shook his head. “I’ll be okay, Nathan.  I promise.  It’s better for you to stay here, for Anita.  She needs you.”

 

 

“Yeah, I know, but she’s not here, remember?  She had to work a case out of state and Micah had to go with her.” 

 

“Still, if I took you with me and you got hurt, I don’t even want to imagine what Anita would do to my hide.”

 

Nathaniel drew Xander into a hug and turned his head so it lay flat against Xander’s chest.  He closed his eyes and listened to the strong heartbeat for a moment.

 

“You better come safe and sound.” Nathaniel whispered.  “Or I’ll send Anita after you.  She can raise the dead, you know.”

 

 

He smiled when he heard the deep chuckle. 

 

“Hey!  Quit hogging’ the hottie, Nathaniel!”  Zane said as he walked up behind them.  Zane plastered himself to the back of Xander and wrapped his arms around both men.  He put his chin on Xander’s broad shoulder and grinned wide enough for Nathaniel to see his dainty fangs. “Now this is what I’m talkin’ about.” He said in his low, growly voice.

 

“What are you doing here, Zane?” Nathaniel asked as he stifled a grin as he looked at Xander’s face.

 

“I’m picking you up.  Everyone else was busy with work or something.” Zane replied and then started moving against Xander’s back, an evil grin on his face.  Xander squirmed.

 

“Dude, personal space! And quit grinding yourself against my ass, Zane.”

 

“Oh yeah, harder baby!” Nathaniel panted playfully, “Push his hips this way.  Mmmmm.  Yeah.  Just like that.”

 

Xander protested as his friends bounced him between their bodies. “This is no fair, guys.  In fact, in many cultures this is considered molestation.  I’m sure of it.”

 

“Well, it’s about damn time!” Jason’s voice filled the room.  He grinned at the three of them then leaned out into the hallway. “Xan-man sandwich is on the menu. Come get it while he’s hot!”

 

“What!  No!  No no no!  Wait!”

 

In a flash, Jason, Gregory, and Stephen ran over to the trio and tackled the Xan-man sandwich.  Xander cursed as all six men tumbled into the floor, again, and the sound of laughter filled the dressing room.

 

“Okay.  Ow.” Xander’s winced as he tried to sit up.  “Zane, my man, I think I sat on your keys.”

 

The group tried to untangle itself.

 

“Um, guys, is that supposed to happen?” Zane asked as a light mist began to surround them.

 

“Is what supposed to happen?” Stephen asked.

 

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s not.” Jason replied as he tried to pull his arm out from under the twins.

 

Xander attempted to sit up, but couldn’t without hurting the others. “Why is it we always seem to find ourselves on the floor like this?  I’m telling ya, it isn’t normal.” He then turned his head and spotted the mist as it grew heavier. “Oh crap!”

 

“What is it?  What’s happening?” Gregory sounded a bit panicked.

 

“This can’t be good.” Jason struggled to move.

 

“It’s Willow.  She’s performing the teleportation spell.” The air in the room grew heavier, as if the mist was beginning to solidify.

 

“Oh boy.” Zane tried to struggle.  “I can’t seem to move.”

 

“Willow!  Not yet!” Xander tried again to move out of the pile, but it was as if a large hand held them all together. “Shit!”

 

“Why does it feel like we’re flying?”

 

“God, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

 

The group began to shimmer and then all of the men winked out of sight.  A thought raced through Xander’s mind as he blacked out.

 

“Anita is gonna kill me.”

 

 

 

Sam Merlotte kept a close eye on Sookie as she worked her way around the crowded bar.  That poor girl had been through so much in the past couple weeks it wasn’t even funny. He hated Bill Compton for breaking Sookie’s heart, he hated Eric Northman for worming his way into Sookie’s life, and he was angry with Sookie for caring for them both. 

 

Sam sighed when he heard his phone ring.  It better not be Arlene’s kids again.  He understood it wasn’t easy being a single parent, but a job’s a job.  They couldn’t keep calling their mama every time the babysitter pissed them off.

 

“Merlottes.” Sam answered as he wiped his counter off.

 

“Hello.  My name is Angel and I am calling from Wolfram and Hart law firm from Los Angeles, California.  I need to speak with Miss Sookie Stackhouse please.  It’s urgent.”

 

 

“Sure, hang on a minute.” Sam held his hand over the mouthpiece and called for Sookie. 

 

“What is it, Sam?” Sookie asked as she approached the bar.

 

“Phone call for you, some lawyer from L.A.  I’m gonna transfer it to my office.”

 

“Okay, thanks.” Sookie smiled at Sam then walked toward the back of the bar.  Her heart began to beat rapidly, and she had to concentrate on keeping her breaths even so she didn’t hyperventilate.  What on earth would a law firm from California want with her?

 

She walked into Sam’s office and picked up the receiver. “This is Sookie Stackhouse.  How can I help you?”

 

She wished she could read minds over the phone.

 

“Hello Sookie.  My name is Angel and I am CEO at Wolfram and Hart Law firm in L.A.  Don’t worry, you aren’t in any trouble.  As a matter of fact, we are, and I am hoping you would be able to help.”

 

“Me?  How would I be able to help you?”

 

“An associate of ours, Winifred Berkle, we call her Fred, was kidnapped this afternoon.  Our sources informed us she was taken to Bon Temps, Louisiana, however we don’t know who took her or why.  I have an associate on his way to find her, and he has someone to help him.  He is coming to meet you.  I would appreciate it if you would help him around the area, take him where he needs to go, and make sure he has a place to crash.  I will be able to pay you for your service and provide you with whatever you need.”

 

“Um, okay.” She answered, bewildered. “I will help as much as I can.”

 

“Excellent.  His name is Spike and he will be arriving in the next 45 minutes or so. You’ll know him when you see him.  Thanks so much for your help.”

 

“You’re welcome.  I will help as much as I can.”

 

After they said their goodbyes, Sookie went back to the bar and motioned for Sam.

 

“Everything okay, cher?” Sam asked quietly.

 

“Not really.  That law firm that just called, they had an associate kidnapped this evening and they found out she was brought here.  They have an associate coming out to find her, but they asked if I could help him, show him the area, stuff like that.  His name is Spike and he will be here in about 45 minutes or so.” She looked at her watch. “So, that would be at midnight.”

 

“Kinda puts new meaning in I’ll Meet You at Midnight, doesn’t it?” Sam asked.  He glanced over at Sookie’s confused look. “It’s the title of a song.”

 

 

Sookie just nodded. 

 

“They sent a lawyer named Spike?” Sam asked as he changed the subject.

 

“He didn’t say if Spike was a lawyer, he just said an associate.”

 

“Wow,” Sam looked at her. “LA’s got some weird people, huh?”

 

 

Sookie nodded as she thought to herself, an associate of a law firm who could only travel at night.  Gee, let’s take a guess at what he might be.

 

“Well, better get ready for this Spike character.” Sam said as he looked around the bar. “Where’d your brother go?”

 

“He left to see his girlfriend.  He probably won’t be back tonight.”  She noticed a new couple in her section. “I’ll let you know when Spike gets here.”

 

“You do that.” Sam said quietly as he went back to wiping down his bar.  He had to wonder if their lives could get any stranger.

 

Xander felt as if his insides were turned upside down.  He hated magick, and more often than not, found himself on the wrong end of one of Willow’s spells.  He tried to move his body, but found he couldn’t.  What the hell?  What was going on?  He then heard footsteps hurrying around and the sound of too many people talking at once.  Then a voice came on over the loudspeaker announcing boarding for the flight to Pittsburgh.  Ah, an airport.  He raised his head, slowly opened his eye and groaned after he realized his friends were still piled on him with the twins on top.  They all moaned as they tried to move.

 

 

After his eyesight adjusted, he found himself looking up into a very familiar face that mirrored his own confusion. Bright blue eyes stared back at him as an all too familiar smirk began to grace the sharp features. Xander closed his eye as he heard the other man chuckle wickedly and tried to wish for the floor to swallow him whole.  Unfortunately that didn’t happen. 

 

The blond vampire took a seat in front of the dog pile and cocked his scared eyebrow.

 

“So Harris, what Wonder Twin Power did you activate?”

 

Xander sighed as his head hit the tile floor with a thud.  Willow was in so much trouble.

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Southern Vampire Mysteries, or Anita Blake.   Rupert Giles, Willow, Spike, Xander, Angel, Wesley, Gunn, and Fred belong to Joss Whedon; Sookie, Sam, Bill, and Eric belong to Charlaine Harris; Nathaniel, Gregory, Stephen, Jason, Zane, and Anita belong to Laurell K. Hamilton.

 

A/N  As you may have noticed, I changed things around a little with Xander.  I know in Season 8 in the comics he hooks up with Dracula but let’s face it.  Isn’t this more fun?

 

 

Distress of Being the Damsel Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Meet you at Midnight
Part 1

 

 

 

Disclaimer and A/N at the end.

 

 

“How’s it goin’?” Angel asked Wesley as the ex-Watcher prepared another spell.

 

“It’s goin’.”  He replied as he placed all necessary items in front of him. “Have you spoken with Gunn yet?”

 

“Not yet.  I think he’s still talking to his cousin from Bon Temps.”

 

At that moment, Gunn walked into Angel’s office while still talking into his cell phone.  He carried a couple white sacks in his other hand. “Thanks Tara.  No, it’s cool.  Yeah, I appreciate everything.”  He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I am sure I’m not mad.  Yes.”  He chuckled. “Well, at least you’re outta that hell hole.”

 

Gunn placed the sacks on Angel’s large oak desk and started to remove the contents.  The smell of hot hamburgers filled the office. He laughed. “Okay.” He looked at Angel.  “Some things never change.”

 

Angel raised his eyebrows.

 

“Yeah, I gotta go too.  You take care of that blood sucking sugar daddy of yours.”  He laughed. “Love ya girl.  Take care.”

 

After he slid his phone back into his pocket, he tossed a burger to Wes. “She gave me the name of her best friend.  Sookie Stackhouse.  Spike should be able to find her at Merlottes.”

 

 

“Okay.”  Wes put the burger off to the side and closed his eyes. In front of him was a map of Bon Temps.  He was attempting to repeat the spell they had performed earlier, only this time concentrating on the smaller area. 

 

He had just barely begun the spell when he felt wind begin to blow around the office. “That’s not supposed to happen.”

 

Angel and Gunn stood and watched as Angel’s memos started to blow around the room. “What did you do?” Angel asked as the wind picked up.  He almost expected to hear a clap of thunder.

 

“I think he ordered a twister.” Gunn replied as he ducked a heavier piece of debris.

 

“I don’t know.  This isn’t the spell I was performing.  This is something else.” Wesley watched in shock as the wind blew even harder.  He had to do something before the fake windstorm blew them out the glass windows.  As Buffy would say, that would be of the bad.

 

Gunn ducked as a book flew by his head. “What the hell, Wes!”

 

 

A woman’s giggle began to echo throughout the room as the mini tornado grew in strength.  The three men ducked and dodged books and paperweights as they tried to figure out what was going on. As Gunn spotted Angel’s weapon wall, the swords and axes began to tremble. 

 

“Oh shit!”

 

“Oh, that’s not good at all.” Angel stated as he looked in the direction Gunn pointed. “Do something!”

 

 

“I’m trying!  There’s another force here and it does NOT want us to look for Fred.” He grunted in pain when a letter opener stabbed him in the thigh. Wes could feel the rage as it rose through his gut.  He latched onto that anger, using it to power his magick he recently acquired.  He rose slowly to his feet, an almost feral look in his eyes as he surveyed the room. 

 

“Wes, it’s time for you to get on with the mojo!”  Gunn eyes widened when Angel’s throwing stars threw themselves in his direction.

 

 

ENOUGH!” Wes bellowed as he allowed his power to fill the room.  It grew eerily quiet when everything suddenly stopped. Angel and Gunn watched as Angel’s throwing stars froze directly in front of their faces. Another breath and then, as one, they dropped to the floor with a THUNK. 

 

The three men again heard the woman giggle again and watched helplessly as the map of Bon Temps suddenly caught on fire and burned to ash in a matter of minutes.

 

“New plan,” Angel stated as he began to pick his throwing stars off the floor and replace them on the wall. He then reached out to straighten the battle ax, thankful it decided to stay attached. “There is no way Spike can do this on his own.  He’s gonna need help.”

 

Wesley dug his wireless out of his pocket and began to dial. “I’ll call Willow.  I’m sure she can send someone...” He walked away as he waited for her to answer.

 

“I’ll get a hold of Sookie.” Angel said as he held his hand out to Gunn for Merlottes phone number.  “She needs to know what’s going on.  I’ll ask if she can help Spike.”

 

Gunn found a couple still wrapped burgers and eyed them hungrily. “I’m gonna finish eating.  I’m starving.” He plopped down on the sofa as he wondered what the hell they had gotten themselves into this time.

 

 

Willow answered her phone on the third ring. “Hello?”

 

“Willow?  It’s Wesley.”

 

“Oh, hi Wes!” she exclaimed as she gracefully sat down on her sofa.  A black cat stalked across the back of it and pressed its face against Willow’s hair as it asked to be pet. “How’s it going?”

 

“Not well, I’m afraid.  We have a situation.”

 

“Uh oh.  What happened Wes?  Is Angel okay?”  she then heard Angel in the background barking out orders. “I guess so.”

 

“Fred’s been kidnapped.”

 

“Oh my God!”

 

“Yes, we’ve been able to track her to Bon Temps, Louisiana.  Spike’s on his way to find her but he’s going to need help.”

 

“Oh, sure.  I’m sure I can find….” Willow gasped. “Spike!  Spike’s alive?  How?”

 

Wesley was silent for a moment.

 

“Didn’t Giles tell you?  Angel called him a while ago and explained what had happened.  Giles said he would fill everyone in on the information.”

 

Willow felt her eyes darken with her anger. “No, it must have slipped his mind.”  She sighed. “If he’s alive, why didn’t he contact us?  Or at least let Buffy know?”

 

“He couldn’t for a while.  He was incorporeal.  Fred managed to make him corporeal again, but that was just recently.  Spike considered calling you himself, but then he also thought Rupert would have told everyone.  He misses you all very much, but he knows you have your own lives now-as does he.  He knew it was time for everyone to move on.”

 

Wesley paused for a moment to let the information sink in then continued.

 

“But, back to the matter at hand.  Spike is on his way to Bon Temps now to find Fred and bring her home.  I do believe he could use help, for I’m afraid he’s in over his head but he doesn’t realize it yet.”

 

“Sure, I can make sure someone’s there.  It’ll probably be Xander, he’s the closest and he’ll be the easiest to transport. Just give me the details and I can pass them along.”

 

“Alright.”  Wesley gave Willow the name and place they were to meet their contact, along with important protocol.  “How is Xander?”

 

“He’s had it rough the past few months, but I think he is doing better now.  I’m going to go out on a limb and say Giles didn’t tell you?”

 

“Tell me what?”

 

“Xander was attacked.”

 

“Oh dear lord!” Wesley was shocked at the news, and at the fact the older watcher never mentioned it. “What happened?”

 

“He was passing through St. Louis looking for potential slayers and was mauled by a rogue were-hyena.  The hyena was executed, but Xander was infected.  Strangely, though, he’s not like the other hyenas.  I think it’s because of the Possession from a few years ago, but he seems to be stronger and faster than the others.  Not to mention, he can control his beast much better.  He is able to shift at will.”

 

“Oh my,” Wesley let that information sink in. “Do you think living on the Hellmouth had any effect on his beast.”

 

“I don’t know.  He’s not on the Hellmouth now, and he wasn’t attacked on one.  Personally, I just think we’re all kind of weird.  Nothing normal is ever going to happen to us.”

 

The ex-Watcher chuckled. “Very true, my dear, very true.” He sighed, “Please get a hold of Xander as soon as possible.  Spike will be landing very soon in Bon Temps.”

 

“Will do.  Take it easy Wes.  It was good talking to you.”

 

“Yes, you too Willow.  Goodbye.”

 

 

After Willow ended her call, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.  One of these days, Giles was going to get someone she cared for hurt by trying to protect his Scoobies.  And if that happened, she wasn’t sure she would be able to forgive him. 

 

Well, time to call her best friend.  Willow sat in the floor and closed her eyes.  She opened her mind and began to think of Xander.

 

 

Xander Harris lounged in the middle of a comfortable sofa that was nestled in the back corner of the dressing room of Guilty Pleasures.  As he watched his best friends prepare for their performances, he still found it hard to believe that he was friends with the “hot” male strippers at a club owned by the Master of the City of St. Louis.  It fascinated him how much people change over the course of a few months. 

 

 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and watched with amusement as Nathaniel helped Gregory with his costume. Nathaniel had already performed and changed back into a pair of snug blue jeans and a stretchy black shirt.  They were both were-leopards, which Xander didn’t even know existed until he moved to St. Louis.  Nathaniel and Gregory belonged to the pard “run” by Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Necromancer, and now Master of the City’s human servant.  A couple years ago, Xander would have questioned that.  Now, however, he just let it be.  Things are the way they are, and bitching about the situation won’t change it.  Besides, he liked Anita she was a good friend, scary as hell sometimes, but a good friend.  She let him move in with her pard after Xander convinced Narcissus he did not have to stay with the Hyenas.  Surprisingly, Xander found he could be very convincing. 

 

Stephen, Gregory’s twin brother and a werewolf and finally fully clothed, plopped down next to Xander’s right side and laid his head on the larger man’s shoulder.  Xander rested his head Stephen’s for a moment then he began to absentmindedly pet the other man’s arm.  He had become very comfortable with the casual touching and more often than not, welcomed it.  Anita had said something about lycanthropes need for physical contact the first few days after he became infected.  She was very surprised how quickly he adjusted to it. But actually, Xander had always kinda been that way.  Since he didn’t have the physical contact at home growing up, well, besides his dad beating the shit out of him in a drunken stupor, he found casual contact with his friends very comforting.  It was never anything sexual, just comforting.

 

“Geez, Greg,” Xander said as he eyed the other man’s costume, “what’s the sense of stripping if you don’t have anything to strip out of.”

 

 

Gregory’s costume consisted of a silver thong which left nothing to the imagination and a pair of shackles that Nathaniel already put on his wrists.   

 

 

“What can I say?  Sometimes it’s nice just to take the lazy route.” The blond grinned at him. 

 

“Somehow, you don’t strike me as the lazy type, Greg.” Xander chuckled as Jason and reached out to playfully grab his ass. “It appears Jason agrees with me.”

 

Jason turned sparkling blue eyes to his new friend. “I’m tellin’ ya, with that body of yours, you could be a dancer.  I think you would enjoy yourself on stage if you would just let go of your inhibitions.  My god, you have more hang-ups than Anita, and that’s saying something.”  He made his way over to the sofa and plopped down on the left side of Xander but playfully placed his head in Xander’s lap so he could be seen.  His blue eyes sparkled as he grinned up at his friend

 

Xander smacked Jason’s forehead. “I’ve done something like that once before, after graduation, and I shall never do it again.  And as I’ve already stated, we shall never speak of it.”

 

“But…”

 

Xander smacked his forehead again and continued. “Never speak of it!” He looked down at Jason who smirked back at him and wiggled his eyebrows. “You are hopeless.”

 

Nathaniel and Gregory joined the others on the sofa.  Gregory sat in his brother’s lap while Nathaniel sat on the floor and wrapped himself around Xander’s legs.  Xander’s beast felt content as he relaxed into the puppy pile.  Oh how the girls would envy him now.

 

“We would never try to force you into something, Xan.” Nathaniel said as he put his head on Jason’s chest and gazed up at Xander with his beautiful eyes.  He continued speaking softly to the dominate Hyena. “You are our friend, and we love you.  You keep us safe, like Anita does.  You protect everyone who is weaker than you and you don’t care what kind of shifter they are.  We trust you and we know you trust us.”

 

“Yeah,” Gregory said softly “We know you would never hurt us and we would never do anything to hurt you.”

 

Stephen snorted. “Like we could. I’ve seen you fight.  You are incredible and you know how to use weapons like Anita.  You could easily become Oba if you wanted to.”

 

 

“Yeah, I know.  But I don’t want to, I mean, me?  A leader?  Even I know that’s damn scary.” Xander grinned.  “Besides, why would I wanna do anything to hinder our friendship?  You guys are the best!  You….”  Xander trailed off, remembering a blond and a redhead he would say that two after he gathered them in a group hug.  Not anymore.  He was lucky if he even spoke to Buffy on the phone.  It hurt that the three of them drifted so far apart.  Sadness overcame the hyena and his eye filled with tears. 

 

The others felt the shift in his emotions and instantly began to sooth him.  Nathaniel gently ran his hand up and down his calf muscles; Jason snuggled deeper into his lap and raised his hand to pet the darker man’s hair.  Stephen and Gregory both snuggled deeper into his side.  While one twin ran his hand comfortingly over the back of Xander’s shoulders, the other moved his hand in comforting circles on Xanders chest and they both tried to bury their faces into Xander’s neck.  The leopards began to purr softly.

 

Once again, Xander allowed himself to sink into the comfort of the puppy pile.  He smiled as he wrapped his arms around his friends and gave them a squeeze.  His right hand rested on Stephen’s thigh while his left hand played with the chain on Jason’s neck.  Xander closed his eyes and sighed deeply.  He found he loved his friends more and more each day.

 

“Okay, since we can’t force him, do you think bribery would work?” Jason’s voice broke the silence.

 

Xander opened his eyes to glare down at Jason’s grinning face.  He then felt his own wicked smile grace his features before he asked his next question.

 

“That depends.  What do you have in mind?”

 

 

Right before the werewolf could answer, the scent of strawberries filled the room. 

 

“XANDER.” Willow’s voice filled Xander’s head.

 

“Holy Christ!” Xander exclaimed as he jumped so high he ended up throwing everyone, including himself, into a huge pile on the floor.  “How many times have I told you NOT to do that Will?  Warn a guy before you take over his brain!”

 

The other men looked at each other and then crowded around Xander’s face and waved. “Hi Willow!” they sang sweetly.

 

“Wow.” Willow’s voice came out of Xander’s mouth as she looked around with his sight. “Am I interrupting something, Xan?”  The corners of his mouth turned up into a sweet Willow-like smile.

 

 

Then, Xander’s own grin graced his face.  “Well, as you can see, I am with my harem.” 

 

 

The other men took the hint and chuckled as they pretended to please their “master”. 

 

“Oh….oh my,” Willow’s voice spilled out of Xander’s mouth once more before she cleared her throat.  She giggled as she watched the show. “You guys are so bad.”

 

“You have no idea!” Jason said as he crawled between Xander’s legs and began to lower his head.

 

“Okay!  Okay!  Enough!  The master is pleased!” Xander exclaimed as he pushed Jason’s eager head away from his crotch.  Willow chuckled again.   Then she turned serious.

 

“We have a situation Xan.  I need your help.”

 

The other men removed themselves from their friend.  They blew him a kiss, just for Willow’s sake of course, and left the room.

 

“What’s up Wills?”

 

“It’s my friend, Fred.  She’s been kidnapped.  And it appears our watcher friend has neglected to inform us Spike was back.  In fact, he’s looking for her as we speak.”

 

“What?  How?  What?” Xander exclaimed as he stood.  “Back?  How can he be back?  He died!”

 

“We should know by now, Xander, sometimes just because someone died doesn’t mean they stay gone.”

 

“Yet, sometimes it does.” Xander said softly as he remembered his Anya.  He felt Willow give him a mental hug.  “I’m sorry, Xan.”

 

“It’s okay.”  He took a breath and shook himself. “So, what do I need to do?”

Xander listened patiently as Willow gave him the rundown.

 

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