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[margie]

Neee bin ich noch net zu gekommen zu lesen, hab bis 8 morgens QAF geschaut und dann ab halb 12 weiter ok ich bin wahrlich total wahnsinnig. Aber ich konnte net schlafen Und bin auch jetzt net müd.
Und wegen dem Pic so früh morgens *gg* tia man muss einen doch in Schwung bringen

[winterblue]

die animation sieht sehr hot aus. *drool*

[margie]

freut mich, dass Brian und Justin so gut ankommen sind ja auch total hot zusammen!

Morgen werde ich endlich Rep lesen. Oder doch jetzt noch schnell? Nee lieber nicht ich mag jetzt nicht heulen und da Mys schon sowas angedeutet hat...

[Gast]

But they were survivors, alone, together, and Spike felt
an unwavering certainty that the future held something extraordinary for
them. It was...fate.

ok, ich glaube nach dem REP teil von heute ist "the middle" (endlich) fertig... ich weiss ncht, es ist so schrecklich, ich will, dass rep aufhört, weil ich wissen will, wie's endet und gleichzeitig will ich, das es nie aufhört

[winterblue]

ich weiß, was du meinst, Mys. mir gehts genauso. irgendwie verfolge ich die fic jetzt schon so lange, ist schon fast ein teil meines lebens geworden (oh, klingt das jetzt cheesy ). aber wir können ja immer noch hoffen, dass 'the end' genausolang bzw. länger als 'the beginning' wird.

btw, ich glaube, ich muss mir einen tag reservieren, wo ich alles nachlese, irgendwie komm ich in letzter zeit zu gar nichts mehr.

[winterblue]

WEEEEEE! der neue und LETZTE sweet revenge teil ist da. /:) leider hab ich nicht mehr so viel ahnung, was vorher passiert ist (also genau) ... *sigh* ... ach, mist, muss ich die vorigen teile auch nochmal im schnelldurchlauf lesen.

[Gast]

WEEEEEE! der neue und LETZTE sweet revenge teil ist da. /:) leider hab ich nicht mehr so viel ahnung, was vorher passiert ist (also genau) ... *sigh* ... ach, mist, muss ich die vorigen teile auch nochmal im schnelldurchlauf lesen.

das war haargenau mein gedankengang als ich heute auf die mails gegangen bin... *lol* erst WOHOOOOO und dann"ach scheisse, um was gings denn da eigentlich?"

[Gast]

*hmmmm* hab hier grad ne interessante fic gesehen... keine ahnung, ob sie gut ausgeht aber ich denke mal eher, dass sie dark und angsty ist, bin halt noch nicht durch mit lesen

ist X/S/A (eventually ) und spielt in der zukunft

It's like living with a tall-dark-and handsome-shaped void.

But there's flesh.

There are grunts in the dark, sweat, fangs in his neck, sometimes even his
name on parted lips - and yes, yes, that's what matters most of all,
someone who remembers his name.

There are memories.

There's always been memories. He's clung to some, discarded many
others. Entrenched in time, have beens, intervals, eras,
cycles. Seasons. Lots of names - William the Bloody, Will, Spike. Lots of
befores and afters - Turning, Curse, Sunnydale, Apocalypse.

Only Angel is timeless.

Humans say that the first instinct after being reminded of their mortality
is to embrace and create life.
Angel's instinct had been to remind himself that he was dead and deserved
to stay that way.
Spike's had been to insure that he wouldn't be left behind.

And when Spike smells human blood on his Sire's clothes, tastes it on the
tip of his fangs, he keeps his wise mouth shut.

http://www.geocities.com/btvsslash/hm/lastmen.html

[Gast]

hehe

[Gast]

hehe...

[Gast]

[Gast]

[winterblue]

zu sweet revenge bin ich immer noch nicht gekommen, aber die letzten beiden rep teile habe ich doch endlich gelesen. irgendwie schade, dass angel weg ist.

btw, ich habe eine ganz TOLLE seite entdeckt!!! sie gefällt mir vom styling her total gut und wenn ihr unter 'slash' geht, findet ihr eine nette ansammlung von fics, die wir vielleicht noch gar nicht gelesen haben, mit inhaltsangabe etc.. zu finden auf: http://www.the-sandlot.com/index.php

und wißt ihr, was meiner neuer lieblingswp ist?

[Gast]

Ist zwar äußerst selten aber ich habe hier mal eine Xander/Andrew fic! Mir gefällt sie sehr gut und ich glaube ich habe einen neuen ship

Bathroom Confessions
AUTHORS: Soft Princess (sofy_slashnuts@hotmail.com) and Michelle
(TBear319@aol.com)
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Xander/Andrew
DISCLAIMER: The magnificent creative genius/god known as Joss knows all and

owns all. We merely play with his creations. Just don't sue us if we play
too roughly, okay? We have no money.
SPOILERS: Buffy season 7 episode 16, “Storyteller”
SUMMARY: Xander and Andrew grow closer after a heart-to-heart
FEEDBACK: Please, send it our way!
ARCHIVE: list archives, the Island
(http://www.buffybrotherhood.com/theisland/), Eternal Musings
(http://www.geocities.com/eternalmusings) Everyone else, you want it?
Well, you can have it. Just let us know.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is our first story we’ve written together! Yay!
DEDICATIONS: To Bonster, the Xandrew queen

Xander sat on the bed and watched as Anya grabbed her clothes and dressed.
He rubbed his eyes and stood up, quickly pulling on his boxers.

Anya smiled shyly at him and shrugged. "I'll go upstairs and . . .see if the

others are back yet." She danced on her feet, feeling a bit awkward.

Xander nodded and dressed in turn, watching with a sad look on his face as
Anya went up the stairs and disappeared. Out of his heart.

*****

Andrew watched as the red recording light of the camera flickered off,
feeling the last of his hope fade as well. It had started as a grand
adventure, a way to be important to the cause. He would record the Slayer's
glorious fight with the first and ultimate evil. It had ended in harsh
truth. His actions had helped to bring that ultimate evil forth and he would

die because of it.

He didn't want to die.

Andrew didn't notice the tears streaming down his face until they hit his
hand, which was still lying in his lap. He raised his hand and looked at the

droplets of water on his skin. It seemed so little to give Jonathan in
return for taking his life, a few specks of saline. It seemed so little to
give himself. He began to cry harder, not finding it within himself to stop.

*****

Xander sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked around the
basement, making sure there was no evidence of what they'd just done. The
room was clean, and so was his heart. All the longing and jealousy and hurt
he'd felt for a whole year was just gone. One last time, and he was finally
free.

Before he could wallow in everything that being free of Anya meant, he
pushed the thoughts away and went up the stairs. He needed a shower.
Desperately.

Xander could hear some of the girls talking in the kitchen, but he didn't
feel like seeing them. Something major had just happened in his life, but he

couldn't share it yet. Mostly because he wasn't really sure what it meant.

Why was he feeling so light headed? Shouldn't he be moping over what he'd
lost? Somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice rose and told him
that he had been moping for the last year and that now was probably the best

time to stop, because he could never get back what he'd lost. Not that he
really wanted it back now.

Xander arrived in front of the bathroom and found it closed and locked. What

else was new? He gently knocked on the door and waited. Maybe whoever was in

there was almost done.

Andrew jumped at the knock on the door, almost falling off of the toilet.

"J-just a minute," he stammered, trying to find his balance again.

Xander sighed. Andrew. Great. "Are you almost done in there?"

Andrew's heart beat a little faster when he realized Xander was on the other

side of the door. He quickly scrubbed at his face to try to erase any
evidence of tears.

"Y-yeah. Just give me a sec."

He wanted to look in the mirror and check to make sure there was no trace of

his crying fit, but he didn't think Xander wanted to be kept waiting long.
Quickly, he grabbed his camera, stood up, and opened the door.

"It's all yours," he said, adding a little flourish with his arm.

He tried his best to keep his eyes on the carpet, but they inched up to look

at Xander. Andrew’s breathing picked up a little, and he wasn’t sure if it
was because of the other man’s presence or the beginnings of an asthma
attack

Xander frowned as he watched Andrew's obviously nervous form. "Hey, are you
all right?" he asked, just as he realized the other man's eyes were red and
swollen.

Xander couldn't think of a reason why Andrew would be crying now... or maybe

he could think of a hundred of them, but he couldn't understand why he was
moved by the thought of the other man crying to the point that he actually
wanted to pull Andrew into a hug and make it better.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked instead.

Andrew's eyes flew up to Xander's. He couldn't believe what he had just
heard. Xander Harris was offering to listen to him? It was too good to be
true, so good, and he opened his mouth to start talking.

It was then that the horrible truth living in his gut reached into his
brain. Nobody wanted to listen to him. He was a murderer. He was the pest.
Xander was just being nice, but he didn't really want to hear about what was

going on in Andrew's head. The brief flash of joy died sharply and
painfully.

"I - I'm fine," he mumbled, rubbing at his face with his free hand. "I'll
just leave you to your . . . whatever it is you're doing."

Xander walked forward, but didn't move to let Andrew get out of the
bathroom. Instead he closed the door being himself.

"Look, I'm not gonna push you away or anything. If you want to talk about
it, then go on, I'll listen." Xander tried to smile reassuringly, but found
he couldn't. There was so much at stake now, they couldn't afford to have
one of them break down like this.

Even if it was only Andrew.

Andrew looked at the closed bathroom door and felt panic grip his heart.
Then he looked at Xander and the panic calmed. The brunette man looked . . .

concerned. The only other person who had ever looked at him that way was
Jonathan. Jolted by the thought of his dead friend, Andrew lost what little
composure he had and crumpled, falling to the floor while more tears burst
forth.

"I killed him," Andrew sobbed. "I killed him, and now I'm going to die."

Xander looked bewildered for a moment. Ok, what to do with a sobbing young
man that was feeling guilty about killing his best friend and was scared
about dying? Xander asked himself. He fidgeted on his feet for a few moments

before rolling his eyes and sitting down beside Andrew on the floor.

"It's ok, just let it out," he said awkwardly, as he tried to decide whether

or not he should lay his hand on Andrew's back.

He had never felt so helpless in his life. Ok, once, when Buffy had died the

second time and he hadn't been able to do anything... oh, and when Adam
tried to tear the Scooby Gang apart, but this was different. This was a man
he knew next to nothing about that was crying on the floor of Buffy's
bathroom, and surprisingly, Xander cared.

"No!" Andrew cried. "It's not okay. He didn't deserve to die, not the way I
killed him. He deserves to be here, not some - some loser who's just going
to die." He sniffed once, rubbed a hand under his nose, and quieted a
little. He couldn't stop the body-racking sobs, and he didn't try. "I
deserve to be dead."

Xander felt at a loss. What the hell could he do? Without thinking, he
wrapped an arm around Andrew's shoulder and brought him closer. "I really
don't know what to say Andrew, I really don't. But I don't think you deserve

to be dead."

The warm arm around Andrew felt good, as did the warm body against his.
Xander was solid and real amidst the chaos of his thoughts and feelings.
Then Xander's words cut through the fog in his mind.

"You - you don't?" he asked, looking up at Xander.

Xander shook his head. "No, I don't." He didn't know what else he could say
to help the other man, so instead he tightened his grip. He sighed and
closed his eyes as he thought of his own problems. How was he suppose to
react to what had happened with Anya? He felt completely helpless. He
couldn't help himself, he couldn't help Andrew - how the hell was he suppose

to help save the world?

The hole inside Andrew grew a little smaller at the other man's words.
Xander didn't think he deserved to die, and Xander was the Slayer's heart.
If he thought Andrew deserved to live, then it must be the truth. He
snuggled a little deeper into Xander's embrace.

"Why?" Andrew went utterly still as soon as the words left his mouth. He
couldn't believe he had just asked that. "You don't have to answer that. We
can just . . . forget I said anything, okay?"

Xander smiled sadly as Andrew's words pulled him out of his haze. "I don't
really know why," he answered honestly. "The only thing I know is that I
really don't think you deserve to die. Actually, I'm pretty glad you're not
dead."
Xander bit his lip as he realized what he'd just said. He couldn't really
have meant that, could he? But he knew it was true, he really didn't want
Andrew to die.

Andrew perked up considerably and drew partially away from Xander. "Really?
That . . . that means a lot. And I'm glad you're not dead. Not that you're
going to be dead or anything, but I'm glad you're here."

He stopped himself, realizing he was slipping into his old habit of babbling

on and on. That was the old him, and he had to get rid of that him. The new
Andrew wasn't going to be so clueless.

Suddenly, Andrew had a thought.

"Does the new, deserving-to-live me need to give up science fiction? I mean,

there are more important things to be focused on, such as saving the world,
but do I have to give up everything? Like, can I keep my comic book
collection?"

Xander turned to him swiftly. "You have a comic book collection?" He slapped

himself. "Of course you do. Can I see? I mean, you probably have some that I

don't have and maybe we could exchange them, you know."

He stopped as he realized he'd slipped into dork mode, yet again. Being
around Andrew seemed to do that to him a lot. "And you know, you really
don't have to give them up, except if you want to, and if you do, then
please consider giving them to me instead of throwing them or something,"
Xander added.

He blushed and bit his lip, looking down.

Andrew's eyes grew very wide. "You like comics? 'Cause I know there was that

one time with the new League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, but that could have

just been a passing liking." Again, he stopped and berated himself for going

off like he did. He had to try to be mature. "Well, of course you may see
them," he continued, somewhat stiffly.

He paused a moment before continuing. "I'm glad I can keep them. And that
you like them. It's nice, you know? Not being alone like that."

He looked down at the camera still in his hands, then looked at Xander out
of the corner of his eye. The other man hadn't let go, and Andrew let
himself bask in that.

Xander nodded as he blushed lightly. "Yeah, I like comics and I can totally
understand how it feels. Not being alone, I mean. ‘Cause I feel the same
now."

He smiled down at Andrew and in doing so, noticed the camera still in the
other man's hands. The comments Andrew had made earlier that day about
Xander being the heart of the Slayer machine suddenly resurfaced in Xander's

mind and he sighed silently.

"You really meant it when you said I was the heart?" He asked, almost
whispering.

"Of course!" Andrew said, somewhat offended that Xander had to ask. He
jerked his head up to confront Xander, and found their faces a scant inch or

so apart. "You're the heart Xander. Without you, all of what's going on
wouldn't be, you know, going on."

Xander frowned at that. "Huh, I'm not sure I'm following, because that means

there would be no apocalypses to prevent or monsters to get rid of. Wouldn't

that be a good thing?"

He was feeling uncomfortable with Andrew being so close to him, but he
didn't want to push him away, either.

Andrew made a sound of annoyance, momentarily distracted from how close
Xander was. "That's not what I mean. Without you, the monsters and
apocalypses and stuff would have happened. Without you, Buffy wouldn't be
able to continue her fight."

Xander grinned goofily. "Thank you. It makes me feel less like I'm out of
place, you know? I always felt like I didn't really belong with all of them,

but they're my best friends, so I had to stick with them and help them, no
matter how helpless and stupid I am most of the time."

"You are not stupid," Andrew said forcefully. "You're brave and strong and
smart and talented and . . . did I mention brave?" His words slowly dropped
off as he realized that wonderful grin of Xander's was so close to his own
mouth. Andrew wanted to, oh he wanted to, but there was no way Xander would
want it, he'd never want it . . .

Xander grinned even more and bit his lip as he realized just how close
Andrew's mouth was now. Maybe he could, no, he couldn't.

He maybe he could, seeing as his lips were dangerously approaching their
goal. Any second now . . .

. . . And Xander was kissing Andrew. Oh, it wasn't a big kiss, just the
light touch of lips on lips, not moving.

And Andrew couldn't believe it. His lips were on Xander's lips. They were
kissing, lightly and barely, but still kissing. And it felt good and right
and sweet and everything he had dreamed a kiss should be.

If nothing else happened, he was glad Xander had been his first kiss.

Xander pulled back, panicked. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't... I'll just..." He
took his arm away from Andrew. Fuck, I'm not gay, he thought, as he made a
move to get up.

"No!" Andrew squeaked. He cleared his throat, and managed to sound a little
more controlled. "No, it's okay. It was . . . nice."

He looked away, wondering if he could somehow fit himself in the linen
closet until the end of the world.

Xander looked back at Andrew and sighed. "I'm sorry, but I'm not... look, I
don't want to hurt you, because obviously, you've been hurt a lot but I'm
not... what I mean is... fuck, I've never kissed a man before, Andrew."
There, I said it, he thought as a deep blush covered his cheeks.

Andrew turned back to Xander, confusion wrinkling his forehead. Why did
Xander sound so uncertain? "Well, it was my first kiss, so I guess we both
experienced something new." He smiled hesitantly, trying to reassure Xander.

He may have been a loser, but he'd be damned if Xander was going to feel he
was one.

Xander's eyes widened in surprise. "It was your first...? I was your
first...? Oh." He moved closer to Andrew and put his arm back around the
other man's small form. "Well," Xander licked his lips. "Would it scare you
if I said I'd want to do it again?"

"N-no." Andrew licked his lips nervously. "In fact, I'd like that very
much."

Xander gently cupped Andrew face with his free hand and brought the other
man closer, all the while thinking that Andrew had never seemed as adorable
as he did at that moment. Not that Xander had ever thought of Andrew as
adorable before. Never.

Just as their lips were about to touch for a second time, a knock shook the
door they were leaning against.

"Will you hurry up in there? Some of us have to pee."

Xander jerked away and cursed. "Damnit." He looked at Andrew ruefully.
"Maybe we should... go elsewhere. The bathroom's not the best place to have
privacy."

"Yeah, don't I know it." Andrew smiled, and it was a real smile. Probably
the first since the night he arrived back in Sunnydale.

The two men stood up and Xander opened the door. They then walked out of the

bathroom and past the potential that stood there with her hands on her hips.

She watched them go, before exhaling loudly and walking into the bathroom.

"This is such a weird house," she muttered as she closed the door.

The End

Und der zweite Teil

The First Date, Part 1
SERIES: Learning to Love (sequel to Bathroom Confessions)
AUTHORS: Soft Princess (sofy_slashnuts@hotmail.com) and Michelle
(TBear319@aol.com)
RATING: PG
PAIRING: Xander/Andrew
DISCLAIMER: The magnificent creative genius/god known as Joss knows all and
owns all. We merely play with his creations. Just don't sue us if we play
too roughly, okay? We have no money.
SPOILERS: Buffy season 7 episode 16, "Storyteller"
SUMMARY: Xander and Andrew plan to get out of the house for an evening
FEEDBACK: Please, send it our way!
ARCHIVE: list archives, the Island
(http://www.buffybrotherhood.com/theisland/), Eternal Musings
(http://www.geocities.com/eternalmusings). Everyone else, you want it?
Well, you can have it. Just let us know.
AUTHORS' NOTE: Thank you for all the lovely and encouraging feedback!
DEDICATIONS: To Arrie, to help cheer her up

***

Andrew and Xander had barely had a moment alone with each other since the
day of their first kiss. The following day an accident had happened at the
construction site and Xander had to go help put things back on schedule,
which kept him away during the day. Some more Bringers and other nasties had
been thrown at the Slayer and potentials, so the nights were mostly spent
fighting for survival.

Meanwhile, Andrew was spending his spare time trying to earn the trust and
approval of the Scooby Gang. He desperately wanted to be accepted, to earn
for himself what Jonathan had wanted so badly. In a way, he felt that
becoming part of the group would honor his friend's memory and help make
amends for killing him. The gang, however, was still not as open to the idea
as Andrew was.

The two men had spent the agonizing week and a half sharing smoldering looks
when no one was looking, "accidentally" touching each other, and lots of
other little ways to reaffirm their attraction to each other.

After an agonizing week and a half, Xander managed to get done with work
early. He rushed to the Summers' home, praying he would be able to get a few
minutes alone with Andrew.

He arrived to find Slayers-in-training littering the house and Andrew tucked
uncomfortably in a corner, trying to avoid all flying sharp objects.
Catching the other man's eye, Xander jerked his head and headed to the
basement. It was the most private place in the house, since Spike was
sitting in the dining room talking to Dawn.

Xander hurried down the stairs and waited in the dark to see if Andrew would
follow him. He smiled as he watched the red-headed man coming down the
stairs, glancing over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure no one
was following him. Since it was dark, Andrew squinted as he looked around
the basement and tried to find Xander.

Xander smirked and, just as Andrew passed by, grabbed him and pushed him
against the wall. Their lips met in a frenzy of movement created by
attraction too long denied. They spent several moments relearning the taste
and shape of each other's lips before the need for air caused them to part.

"God," Xander breathed heavily as he wrapped his arms around Andrew's torso.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this all week." Not leaving
anytime for Andrew to answer, he captured the young man's lips again. "You
taste so good."

When Xander pulled away, Andrew licked his bottom lip for a moment to savor
the taste that lingered there. "Well, I did have some chocolate chip cookies
earlier," he said. "And I know what you mean, it's hard living in a house
with so many girls. There's no privacy."

Xander chuckled and ran a hand through Andrew's hair. "I think we'll be okay
down here, for a few minutes at least. Here." Xander sat down on the bed and
pulled Andrew down with him. "All comfy?"

Andrew sighed and burrowed close to Xander. "Mmm," he sighed. "Much better
then watching the potentials train. A lot safer, too." He took a few minutes
to breathe in the other man's presence. "How was your day?" he asked after
he had relearned Xander's scent.

Xander sighed. "Hell. But everything's better now." He closed his eyes and
kissed the top of Andrew's head. "You? You haven't been hurt, right? I saw
they were pretty rough up there."

A warm glow took up residence in Andrew's heart upon hearing Xander's
concern. It was so nice to have someone who cared about his well being.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Jade was getting a little crazy with one of the crossbows
earlier, but Spike took it away from her. Not before she put a hole in the
wall, although it did look a little big for the size bolt she was using . .
. Anyway, I hid in the corner most of the time, so I was out of harm's way."

Xander hugged Andrew tightly to his chest. "I've started to worry about you
lately, when I'm at work." He blushed and looked away. "I keep thinking that
maybe they won't think about the fact that you're there and one of them will
hurt you, and then... well, it's not good for concentration."

Andrew lifted his head to better look at his companion, wonder evident on
his face. "You - you worry about me? At work and stuff?"

It was almost unbelievable to Andrew that someone would actively worry about
him. Being concerned was one thing, but being distracted at work? He let it
sink in, and found he rather liked it.

Xander smiled. "Of course I do. Er, well, not at first, but lately I've been
worrying. I sure don't know why. It's all very, very sudden and sorta scary
though." His face darkened. "I'm a bit scared by how fast I'm. getting
attached to you." He took a deep breath. "I mean. it's all new to me, you
know, the whole guy thing? So, it's scary."

Taking a deep breath, Andrew took in that information. He hadn't even
considered the possibility that Xander might be scared; the brunette was
always so strong and brave. It had been a natural assumption that Xander
would be comfortable in a same-sex relationship, because what could scare
the heart of the Scooby Gang?

"I suppose it is," Andrew said slowly. "But it's okay. There's nothing here
to be scared of, especially not me. I mean, what could I do? Besides," he
added shyly, "this is all new to me, too."

Xander bit his lip, smiling, as he lifted Andrew's chin until their eyes
were on the same level. "Then, we'll do this slowly, but surely." He closed
his eyes and captured Andrew's lips in a tender kiss, barely brushing their
mouths together.

The kiss ended too soon for Andrew's liking, so he followed Xander when the
other man went to pull away. A few more light and tender kisses and he was
temporarily satisfied.

"Slow is good." He paused as an idea started to form. "So does this mean
we're, like, dating? Slowly, of course, but still . . . should we be trying
to go out places?"

"I think we could say that we're dating. Not out . . . yet, but yeah, we're
dating." Xander replied, looking at Andrew's pleading gaze. "Do you want to
go out? I have nothing against it, it's just that I wasn't sure with all
that's going on . . . Or maybe we really need to get out of here, so going
places would be awesome. Where do you want to go?"

Joy lit up Andrew's face. "I've been dying to see Daredevil. Jennifer Garner
looks like she's an awesome Electra, and Ben Affleck in leather . . ." He
sighed dreamily. "But Buffy doesn't let me out of the house unless she's
with me, so I haven't had a chance. If you were with me, though, she might
not care." He tried batting his eyes, hoping it would help sway Xander.

Xander thought for a second. "You know, you and I are really a match. I've
been dying to see that movie, too. And now that you mention it, Ben Affleck
in leather must be a nice thing to see. Don't worry about Buffy, I'm sure
she'll be relieved to know she won't have to look after you for a couple
hours." He smiled brightly at Andrew and kissed his forehead. "Why don't we
go look if it's playing tonight?"

Andrew jumped up off the bed and raced for the stairs. "I last saw the paper
in the kitchen, when Willow was looking at it. I remember, because she
commented on an article about the vandalism of the high school." He paused
halfway up the staircase, then raced back down to kiss a bemused Xander once
more before leaving the basement.

Shaking his head, Xander stood up and followed Andrew up the stairs, albeit
at a much slower pace. He was almost out of the basement when he heard a
startled shout.

"Watch out!" one of the Slayers-in-training cried. A thud soon followed.

"Careful, girl," Spike growled. "Save it for outside, where there's actually
things to kill."

"Yes, please," Andrew said, slightly shaken.

Xander's eyes widened and he ran up the few remaining steps. He couldn't
wait to get Andrew out of the house and away from the girls. The potentials
were starting to prove problematic for the two men's budding relationship.

The end

(tbc in First Date part 2: the movie)

[Gast]

Xander/Andrew huh? Von der fic hab ich schon total viel gutes gehört und mich die ganze zeit geweigert sie zu lesen *Lol* jetzt muss ich ja beinahe, wie?