And Hijinks Ensued, Ch 2: Arriving
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sinandcinnamonTitle: And Hijinks Ensued (or, How Spike Lost His Mind, and Most of His Hair), Ch 2
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sinandcinnamon and >lj user="xanfan27">
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter
Pairing: Xander/Fred/George, with possible subpairings
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 eventually
Words: ~950
“I could have joined the Mile High club!” Xander hissed at him. “But no, you had to go all fangy and scare off the very nice, very interested Kendal. That kind of opportunity doesn't come along every day, Spike.”
Spike couldn't believe they were still arguing about this. The only saving grace was that Xander appeared uncomfortable talking about sex when Dawn was within earshot. That had limited him to easily ignored glares-of-death until the Bit had headed immediately into the ladies' room once they disembarked. He sighed, and hoped against all logic that the line was short.
“Well, as you had no problem reminding me, we're here to protect Dawnie, not have fun. If I can't have a decent-sized bottle, you can't have sex. Besides,” he continued, amazed that he even had to point this out, “Kendal was a bloke.” Xander's expression didn't so much as flicker. “You don't like blokes!” Spike clarified loudly, causing several passing travelers to look their way curiously.
Xander just looked at him pityingly, and the light went on. “Since when do you like blokes?” Spike demanded through his shock.
“Since about the time Anya and I broke up,” Xander said, acting as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Looking like he was still mad at Spike.
“That was months ago! How am I just finding out about this now?” Yeah, Harris and his chit weren't his primary focus or anything, but Spike found it difficult to believe he'd missed something this major.
“Well gee, Spike, I thought about notifying the local vampires and maybe making a trip to Willy’s to put up a sign on the demon community notice board,” Xander said sarcastically, “but then I decided to just stick with telling my friends and guys I was attracted to; you qualify as neither."
Spike spluttered, vaguely offended. Not that he wanted the whelp thinking they were friends, or worse, being interested in more than friendship... but that wasn't the point. “I'll have you know I'm very attractive. You'd be lucky to have me in your bed.”
Xander made a pretense of looking him over, and Spike resisted the slight urge to pose sexily and the stronger urge to pull his duster closed protectively. “Well, you do still have that strong and mysterious thing going for you, but I just don't think you'd quite,” Xander paused, raking him head to toe, “measure up.”
Spike gaped at him, not sure whether to be offended at Xander calling him short or calling him... small. Before he could formulate a response, someone answered for him.
"Hey, good things come in small packages."
“Oz!” Xander said, pulling the smirking young man into a hug. Spike stood by sulkily, relieved when Dawn appeared shortly afterward.
“Sorry, line,” she said before noticing the new arrival. “Hey, Oz is here!”
******
Spike remained sulking through the arduous process of customs, through retrieving their luggage, and through the cab ride to the train station, Dawn having vetoed the bus ride that Oz suggested.
His mood hadn’t been helped by the dour customs agent smirking at him over his passport. Damn the Watcher for deciding the passport he procured for Spike was the appropriate place to show he actually had a sense of humor. He could have chosen pretty much any name, but no, he had to go with ‘Angel S. Folly’. Seriously, Giles had been spending way too much time with those snot nosed children.
“The S is for Spike,” he growled. The agent’s smirk just got bigger. Spike had to admit his comment hadn’t helped; he still sounded like either a stripper or a porn star. Still, he’d be damned if he was going to use the poof’s name.
Now, as they were walking towards track ten, Spike wondered just how much insanity he would have to put up with on this trip. He really should have known better than to even think something like that after un-living on the hellmouth. He turned his attention back to the others, as it seemed they had just stopped at an archway between two tracks.
“So, you just walk through that wall,” Oz was saying.
“Really? Cool!” Dawn said and headed towards the wall. Before Spike could move to stop her from breaking her head, Xander grabbed her arm. Finally, the boy was showing some sense.
“Dawnie, wait. Let me go first, we don’t know what’s on the other side,” Xander said as he stepped past her.
Spike opened his mouth to yell at the brunet man for being an idiot when said man disappeared through a seemingly solid wall. Spike could only sputter in disbelief.
They waited for a moment, then Xander’s head appeared back through the wall to give the all clear.
Dawn giggled in delight and followed after her surrogate older brother.
Spike just stared at where his two traveling companions had disappeared. He then turned to the young werewolf to state emphatically that there was no way he would be walking through the bloody wall when Oz just raised an eyebrow at him.
Spike wasn’t sure if the raised eyebrow was calling him a ‘wuss’ or daring him to go through, but he wasn’t about to let some stupid eyebrow make fun of him. So he stepped forward and walked through the wall, slightly amazed that he hadn’t knocked himself out.
Behind him, Oz just rolled his eyes and followed Spike through the wall with the last of the luggage.
Authors:
sinandcinnamon and >lj user="xanfan27">Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter
Pairing: Xander/Fred/George, with possible subpairings
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 eventually
Words: ~950
“I could have joined the Mile High club!” Xander hissed at him. “But no, you had to go all fangy and scare off the very nice, very interested Kendal. That kind of opportunity doesn't come along every day, Spike.”
Spike couldn't believe they were still arguing about this. The only saving grace was that Xander appeared uncomfortable talking about sex when Dawn was within earshot. That had limited him to easily ignored glares-of-death until the Bit had headed immediately into the ladies' room once they disembarked. He sighed, and hoped against all logic that the line was short.
“Well, as you had no problem reminding me, we're here to protect Dawnie, not have fun. If I can't have a decent-sized bottle, you can't have sex. Besides,” he continued, amazed that he even had to point this out, “Kendal was a bloke.” Xander's expression didn't so much as flicker. “You don't like blokes!” Spike clarified loudly, causing several passing travelers to look their way curiously.
Xander just looked at him pityingly, and the light went on. “Since when do you like blokes?” Spike demanded through his shock.
“Since about the time Anya and I broke up,” Xander said, acting as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Looking like he was still mad at Spike.
“That was months ago! How am I just finding out about this now?” Yeah, Harris and his chit weren't his primary focus or anything, but Spike found it difficult to believe he'd missed something this major.
“Well gee, Spike, I thought about notifying the local vampires and maybe making a trip to Willy’s to put up a sign on the demon community notice board,” Xander said sarcastically, “but then I decided to just stick with telling my friends and guys I was attracted to; you qualify as neither."
Spike spluttered, vaguely offended. Not that he wanted the whelp thinking they were friends, or worse, being interested in more than friendship... but that wasn't the point. “I'll have you know I'm very attractive. You'd be lucky to have me in your bed.”
Xander made a pretense of looking him over, and Spike resisted the slight urge to pose sexily and the stronger urge to pull his duster closed protectively. “Well, you do still have that strong and mysterious thing going for you, but I just don't think you'd quite,” Xander paused, raking him head to toe, “measure up.”
Spike gaped at him, not sure whether to be offended at Xander calling him short or calling him... small. Before he could formulate a response, someone answered for him.
"Hey, good things come in small packages."
“Oz!” Xander said, pulling the smirking young man into a hug. Spike stood by sulkily, relieved when Dawn appeared shortly afterward.
“Sorry, line,” she said before noticing the new arrival. “Hey, Oz is here!”
******
Spike remained sulking through the arduous process of customs, through retrieving their luggage, and through the cab ride to the train station, Dawn having vetoed the bus ride that Oz suggested.
His mood hadn’t been helped by the dour customs agent smirking at him over his passport. Damn the Watcher for deciding the passport he procured for Spike was the appropriate place to show he actually had a sense of humor. He could have chosen pretty much any name, but no, he had to go with ‘Angel S. Folly’. Seriously, Giles had been spending way too much time with those snot nosed children.
“The S is for Spike,” he growled. The agent’s smirk just got bigger. Spike had to admit his comment hadn’t helped; he still sounded like either a stripper or a porn star. Still, he’d be damned if he was going to use the poof’s name.
Now, as they were walking towards track ten, Spike wondered just how much insanity he would have to put up with on this trip. He really should have known better than to even think something like that after un-living on the hellmouth. He turned his attention back to the others, as it seemed they had just stopped at an archway between two tracks.
“So, you just walk through that wall,” Oz was saying.
“Really? Cool!” Dawn said and headed towards the wall. Before Spike could move to stop her from breaking her head, Xander grabbed her arm. Finally, the boy was showing some sense.
“Dawnie, wait. Let me go first, we don’t know what’s on the other side,” Xander said as he stepped past her.
Spike opened his mouth to yell at the brunet man for being an idiot when said man disappeared through a seemingly solid wall. Spike could only sputter in disbelief.
They waited for a moment, then Xander’s head appeared back through the wall to give the all clear.
Dawn giggled in delight and followed after her surrogate older brother.
Spike just stared at where his two traveling companions had disappeared. He then turned to the young werewolf to state emphatically that there was no way he would be walking through the bloody wall when Oz just raised an eyebrow at him.
Spike wasn’t sure if the raised eyebrow was calling him a ‘wuss’ or daring him to go through, but he wasn’t about to let some stupid eyebrow make fun of him. So he stepped forward and walked through the wall, slightly amazed that he hadn’t knocked himself out.
Behind him, Oz just rolled his eyes and followed Spike through the wall with the last of the luggage.
