Post by Emmie on Nov 10, 2009 15:58:57 GMT -5
Awwwww Xander! To show my appreciation for the Xan-man, I'll post a few snippets of fic featuring him.
In conclusion, Xander rocks!
- Here's a little snippet I wrote of Xander getting some much deserved xoxo's from his best bud Buffy:
“Can I come in?” Buffy asked hesitantly.
“Kinda busy here, Buff. I’ll send you an update when I’m done.”
“Right. Update.” Buffy walked inside and stood behind Xander, leaning over his shoulder to read the computer screen. “Whatcha workin’ on?”
“Research,” Xander said in monotone.
“Research what?”
“Look, I don’t have time for games right now. Maybe you forgot while on vacation, but we’re doing important work here. So unless you’re interested in helping, I could use some peace and quiet.”
Buffy stared at the back of Xander’s head for a minute, contemplating what to say to break through to him. He so clearly didn’t want to talk. She sighed. This situation called for extreme measures. Leaning down, she hugged Xander tightly from behind, grasping her hands together as they met at the center of his chest and pushing her cheek against his back.
“Um Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m helping. This is me helping the fight against evil. It’s a new strategy. What do you think?”
“They’ll never see it coming.” Xander’s voice was rueful. “Oh and they’ll win each time we try to defeat them with our Care Bear love stare.” Xander paused. “Are you going to let go now?”
“Nope. You’re stuck with me. Sorry, but you’re just going to have to deal with me being around all the time. I’m not letting go,” Buffy promised.
Xander gripped Buffy’s hands firmly. “I think I could get used to that.” Buffy squeezed him tighter in response, making him cough. “Okay, Slayer strength! Ease up now.”
“Oops, sorry.” Buffy relaxed her hold. “I am sorry, Xander.”
“I know,” he whispered.
Buffy gently squeezed him again and sighed, eyes watering slightly. “I love you. I wouldn’t want to hurt you for anything.”
“Ditto.” Xander shifted in his seat. “You are going to let go eventually though, right?”
“Nope.”
“Even when I go…and you know sometimes I need to…Buffy, come on…”
“No way. Learn to deal.”
“Well okay, I can’t counter the Slayer strength, true. My sexy eye patch can only do so much seducing of willpower. And I didn’t want to do this. I swore I wouldn’t take advantage of your one true weakness but…” Xander reached back behind him and started tickling Buffy’s ribs, causing her to shake with giggles though she kept her grip firm. Xander eventually gave up, no match for her strength and stubbornness. “Okay, that’s all I’ve got. You win, Slayer. I am defeated,” he said in an all-important voice.
Buffy's smile pressed against Xander’s cotton pullover.
“Uh Buffy? I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.”
Buffy jumped up abruptly. “And we’re done!”
Xander smirked at her over his shoulder. “I knew you were all talk.”
Buffy nodded, grinning widely. “I’m equal parts talk and action. It’s part of my charm.” She sat down next to Xander and pulled away some of the papers he was working on. “So what’s the big evil needs putting down?”
Xander scooted towards her until their shoulders touched. “Well, we’ve got this lead…”- Chapter 16 of "Thought You Should Know"
- And here's a scene with him and all the Scoobies, but mostly Anya giving him a hard time:
“You guys didn’t have to come with me on patrol,” Buffy said, sighing as she hopped up to sit on Berta Fitzgerald’s headstone, swinging her legs back and forth. “Just because I’m stuck here doesn’t mean you have to be.”
“And miss out on the quality graveyard hanging time?” Xander shot her a lopsided grin. “There’s nowhere else we’d rather be than keeping you company, Buff.”
“That’s not true. I’d rather be at home watching television. The History Channel has a special on the Bolshevik Revolution,” Anya reminded him. “I wanted to see if I was in any of the footage. I wore the cutest outfit to that massacre.”
Willow looked at Buffy and Tara, then rolled her eyes. “Well, darn, if we’d known you had plans we would’ve gone to see Charlie’s Angels without you.”
Anya’s jaw dropped. “You would have gone to see the girl power movie with the impossibly choreographed fight scenes and outrageously perfect hair without me?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Xander?”
Xander threw his arm back around Anya’s shoulder. “Ahn, of course not.”
Anya released a heavy sigh. Her worries swept away, she nodded matter-of-factly. “Good. Because you know you’re not allowed to watch those movies without me no matter how much you beg.”
“Begging? There was no begging,” Xander insisted, scowling at the Buffy, Willow and Tara’s raised eyebrows.
“Even Riley found a lame excuse to not see the girly movie, so indulging your kinky sexual fixation for superpowered women with trendsetting hair styles only works when I’m included in the activity. We talked about this,” Anya scolded.
“And on that note, I think I’m gonna go take a lap around the cemetery. You guys can call it a night,” Buffy said, jumping down and brushing dirt off the backside of her jeans.
Xander shot her a grateful look. “Yeah, time to turn in. Happy hunting,” he called, guiding Anya towards the street entrance, Willow and Tara trailing behind.- From "Unveiled"
In conclusion, Xander rocks!