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rsadelleFor those of you who find my travel uninteresting and would rather read something fannish, here's another bit of never finished fic.
I intended this to be the setup for a Willow/Spike/Xander future fic. Willow and Spike are together when Xander shows up, but he doesn't know it. I never came back to it, but it is a nice setup.
He sees them through the window of a restaurant. Only Dawn looks the same; the others have darker hair. They're older, of course, but happy, and he's glad to see that. They don't see him, and he hurries on before he has to talk to them before he's ready.
He has to look Willow up in the phone book, but there she is. Willow Rosenberg, 768 East Lawn Drive. He takes a moment to gather his courage before he can get out of the car.
There's laughter inside the house, before Willow opens the door. Her mouth makes a little "o" of surprise, and she steps out onto the porch to wrap Xander up in the strength of her love.
"It's been so long," she says. "Come in, come in. You have to tell me where you've been and what you've done. Did you ever do your whole road trip? Did you find some other town? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Now, pet," Spike's British voice drawls from somewhere in the darkness of Willow's living room, "let him get in the house and sit down before you pester him with all the questions." He comes forward and holds out a hand to Xander.
Xander takes it. "Spike," he says. "Your hair's not dyed anymore." He's been a different person in a different place for almost eight years, and he's still the king of non sequitors.
Spike runs a hand through his hair. "No," he says. "Dawn had a bad experience with some magicked hair dye. We all went back to natural color."
I intended this to be the setup for a Willow/Spike/Xander future fic. Willow and Spike are together when Xander shows up, but he doesn't know it. I never came back to it, but it is a nice setup.
He sees them through the window of a restaurant. Only Dawn looks the same; the others have darker hair. They're older, of course, but happy, and he's glad to see that. They don't see him, and he hurries on before he has to talk to them before he's ready.
He has to look Willow up in the phone book, but there she is. Willow Rosenberg, 768 East Lawn Drive. He takes a moment to gather his courage before he can get out of the car.
There's laughter inside the house, before Willow opens the door. Her mouth makes a little "o" of surprise, and she steps out onto the porch to wrap Xander up in the strength of her love.
"It's been so long," she says. "Come in, come in. You have to tell me where you've been and what you've done. Did you ever do your whole road trip? Did you find some other town? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Now, pet," Spike's British voice drawls from somewhere in the darkness of Willow's living room, "let him get in the house and sit down before you pester him with all the questions." He comes forward and holds out a hand to Xander.
Xander takes it. "Spike," he says. "Your hair's not dyed anymore." He's been a different person in a different place for almost eight years, and he's still the king of non sequitors.
Spike runs a hand through his hair. "No," he says. "Dawn had a bad experience with some magicked hair dye. We all went back to natural color."