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sinandcinnamonTitle: And Hijinks Ensued (or, How Spike Lost His Mind, and Most of His Hair), Ch 3
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sinandcinnamon and xanfan27
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter
Pairing: Xander/Fred/George, with possible subpairings
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 eventually
Words: ~1200
A/N: This is our first combined effort written for the express purpose of launching the new fanfic archive site The Crossroads of Fan Fiction, www.thecroff.com.
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“So when does the train get here?” Xander asked, flopping down on a bench.
Oz checked his watch. “In about... four months.” The others looked at him in disbelief. “We're not taking the train.”
“Obviously,” Spike parried. “So what's the plan then? Why're we at a train station?”
Oz kept studying his watch. Xander wasn't sure, but he felt like 'four months' was a long time to watch the seconds tick by. Suddenly, Oz looked up, a slight smile curving his lips.
Xander opened his mouth to ask why, but was interupted by the sudden appearance (literally; there should have been a puff of smoke at least) of an older man. The newcomer was dressed in arcane-looking (if well used) robes, and Xander and Spike immediately came together in front of Dawn, prepared to defend her from the potential Hellgod devotee.
“It's okay,” Oz reassured them. One of these days, Xander was going to have to explain that cryptic and reassuring didn't work together very well. Oz definitely needed to learn when comforting babble was called for.
Xander shot a quick glance at Spike and saw that he hadn't relaxed either. The vampire was still watching the stranger warily, and his eyes narrowed as he scented the air. His glare turned to Oz.
“One of yours?” Spike demanded.
“It's... complicated,” Oz hedged. “This is Remus. He's taking us to Hogwarts.”
“Well, as close as we can get with the wards up,” Remus clarified, walking towards them. “We'll have to walk the last part. And hello; I'm Remus Lupin. You must be the friends Oz mentioned.”
Introductions were made quickly; Remus seemed to know who they were already, and Xander figured Oz must have described them before they showed up. After all, it wasn't that hard to tell them apart: one teenage girl, one tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome construction worker, and one pint-sized biteless vampire with a Billy Idol complex.
“We should go,” Oz said when they were done. Remus pulled a child’s jump rope from his robes and handed one end to Oz, taking the other for himself, then gestured for the others to grab on. They stared at him.
“Go ahead, grab on. There isn’t much time before it activates,” Remus said as he shrank their bags and put them in the pocket of his robes.
Dawn and Xander looked at each other and shrugged before grabbing hold of the jump rope between Oz and Remus, leaving space for Spike to grab on as well. They looked at him expectantly.
“Now, hold on here. If you think I’m gonna play jump-rope like some nancy boy poufter, you’re even dafter than usual,” Spike protested.
Xander rolled his eyes, grabbed Spike’s hand and wrapped it around the jump rope and held it there with his own. Before Spike even had a chance to object, Xander felt a sudden tugging at his navel, as if his body were twisting inside out. The irresistible pull intensified quickly, changing faster than he could keep up with, until it suddenly stopped. Xander pitched forward dizzily, landing in a small clearing. Spike and Dawn tumbled down next to him, while Oz and Remus stood by looking as placid as always.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Spike demanded as he stood up and dusted himself off.
“Yeah, seriously… I feel like I should be counting my tickets to see how many times I can go again,” Xander said, his equilibrium returning with a tagalong craving for cotton candy and the sudden desire to see if the fun house mirror would reflect vampires. Remus pulled him easily to his feet, and Xander gave him a smile.
“Portkey. Cooler than the Gravitron, huh?” Oz said as he offered Dawn a hand in standing up.
Xander thanked Remus for helping him up and said, “My head hurts less and my tailbone hurts more, but yeah. The pain isn’t stopping me from wondering when we can do it again.”
Dawn nodded frantically in agreement. “Oh yeah, again please, after my butt heals.”
“Yeah, such a shame we’ve arrived and won’t be doing that again,” Spike declared sarcastically. “I can’t tell you how thrilling it was to have my toenails and my eyeballs meet up as they passed through my spleen. Suppose we’ll just have to get our kicks some other way, and never ever do that again.”
Dawn and Xander shared a mutual eye roll at his antics and each caught Oz’s eye to make sure they would get a chance to do that again at some point. They quickly hid their smiles when Oz gave them a slight nod and smile in return.
“Come on, it’s a little hike up to the school, but not too far. We couldn’t portkey directly there because of the protective wards on the school, but we’re just outside them now. Dinner should be on about the time we get there,” Remus said as he headed out.
“Oh food, I’m starving, lets go so we don’t miss out on the yum,” Dawn said as she followed him. Spike followed after her, still grumbling about being turned inside out and the improbability of there being good blood served and how he’d likely starve to death and all the trials he’d been forced to undergo on the flight to England.
Xander and Oz hung back for a moment and then followed.
“So, you and the old guy seem pretty close. Being around an older wolf like that must be great. Bet he’s able to guide you through all those… animal instincts,” Xander said teasingly.
Oz just gave him an inscrutable grin, neither confirming or denying, and changed the subject. “So what’s that Spike is muttering under his breath about you and red-headed flight attendants and the Mile High Club?”
Instead of blushing like Oz thought he would, Xander just huffed, “I was this close, man. This close, but no Spike had to suddenly decide to be all overprotective and stuff.”
“Flight attendant, really? Details? A name, at least?” Oz asked.
“Kendal, with one L,” Xander sighed.
“Hot?”
“Oh yeah. He was totally hot, great smile. And a redhead, I have a weakness for redheads. Hence the whole 'Fluke' incident. Wish I’d figured out then that the equipment was all wrong,” Xander said.
“Oh yeah, redheads rock… wait, equipment? He?” Oz asked.
Xander realized he’d left something out of his occasional talks with Oz, but decided that if Oz wasn’t going to tell him about that Remus guy, he wasn’t going to give Oz anymore details. Instead he just smiled enigmatically and then walked ahead to catch up with Dawn to discuss another very important subject: impending foodage.
Oz stared after him, wondering what other surprises were in store. The visitors from Sunnydale were sure to be full of them, if past experience was any indication. Of course, Hogwarts had its own share of interesting people, especially considering a certain brood of red-haired wizards. If Xander had looked back, he might have been frightened by the truly evil smirk spreading over Oz’s face as he contemplated the best way to spring his own surprises.
Authors:
sinandcinnamon and xanfan27Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter
Pairing: Xander/Fred/George, with possible subpairings
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 eventually
Words: ~1200
A/N: This is our first combined effort written for the express purpose of launching the new fanfic archive site The Crossroads of Fan Fiction, www.thecroff.com.
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“So when does the train get here?” Xander asked, flopping down on a bench.
Oz checked his watch. “In about... four months.” The others looked at him in disbelief. “We're not taking the train.”
“Obviously,” Spike parried. “So what's the plan then? Why're we at a train station?”
Oz kept studying his watch. Xander wasn't sure, but he felt like 'four months' was a long time to watch the seconds tick by. Suddenly, Oz looked up, a slight smile curving his lips.
Xander opened his mouth to ask why, but was interupted by the sudden appearance (literally; there should have been a puff of smoke at least) of an older man. The newcomer was dressed in arcane-looking (if well used) robes, and Xander and Spike immediately came together in front of Dawn, prepared to defend her from the potential Hellgod devotee.
“It's okay,” Oz reassured them. One of these days, Xander was going to have to explain that cryptic and reassuring didn't work together very well. Oz definitely needed to learn when comforting babble was called for.
Xander shot a quick glance at Spike and saw that he hadn't relaxed either. The vampire was still watching the stranger warily, and his eyes narrowed as he scented the air. His glare turned to Oz.
“One of yours?” Spike demanded.
“It's... complicated,” Oz hedged. “This is Remus. He's taking us to Hogwarts.”
“Well, as close as we can get with the wards up,” Remus clarified, walking towards them. “We'll have to walk the last part. And hello; I'm Remus Lupin. You must be the friends Oz mentioned.”
Introductions were made quickly; Remus seemed to know who they were already, and Xander figured Oz must have described them before they showed up. After all, it wasn't that hard to tell them apart: one teenage girl, one tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome construction worker, and one pint-sized biteless vampire with a Billy Idol complex.
“We should go,” Oz said when they were done. Remus pulled a child’s jump rope from his robes and handed one end to Oz, taking the other for himself, then gestured for the others to grab on. They stared at him.
“Go ahead, grab on. There isn’t much time before it activates,” Remus said as he shrank their bags and put them in the pocket of his robes.
Dawn and Xander looked at each other and shrugged before grabbing hold of the jump rope between Oz and Remus, leaving space for Spike to grab on as well. They looked at him expectantly.
“Now, hold on here. If you think I’m gonna play jump-rope like some nancy boy poufter, you’re even dafter than usual,” Spike protested.
Xander rolled his eyes, grabbed Spike’s hand and wrapped it around the jump rope and held it there with his own. Before Spike even had a chance to object, Xander felt a sudden tugging at his navel, as if his body were twisting inside out. The irresistible pull intensified quickly, changing faster than he could keep up with, until it suddenly stopped. Xander pitched forward dizzily, landing in a small clearing. Spike and Dawn tumbled down next to him, while Oz and Remus stood by looking as placid as always.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Spike demanded as he stood up and dusted himself off.
“Yeah, seriously… I feel like I should be counting my tickets to see how many times I can go again,” Xander said, his equilibrium returning with a tagalong craving for cotton candy and the sudden desire to see if the fun house mirror would reflect vampires. Remus pulled him easily to his feet, and Xander gave him a smile.
“Portkey. Cooler than the Gravitron, huh?” Oz said as he offered Dawn a hand in standing up.
Xander thanked Remus for helping him up and said, “My head hurts less and my tailbone hurts more, but yeah. The pain isn’t stopping me from wondering when we can do it again.”
Dawn nodded frantically in agreement. “Oh yeah, again please, after my butt heals.”
“Yeah, such a shame we’ve arrived and won’t be doing that again,” Spike declared sarcastically. “I can’t tell you how thrilling it was to have my toenails and my eyeballs meet up as they passed through my spleen. Suppose we’ll just have to get our kicks some other way, and never ever do that again.”
Dawn and Xander shared a mutual eye roll at his antics and each caught Oz’s eye to make sure they would get a chance to do that again at some point. They quickly hid their smiles when Oz gave them a slight nod and smile in return.
“Come on, it’s a little hike up to the school, but not too far. We couldn’t portkey directly there because of the protective wards on the school, but we’re just outside them now. Dinner should be on about the time we get there,” Remus said as he headed out.
“Oh food, I’m starving, lets go so we don’t miss out on the yum,” Dawn said as she followed him. Spike followed after her, still grumbling about being turned inside out and the improbability of there being good blood served and how he’d likely starve to death and all the trials he’d been forced to undergo on the flight to England.
Xander and Oz hung back for a moment and then followed.
“So, you and the old guy seem pretty close. Being around an older wolf like that must be great. Bet he’s able to guide you through all those… animal instincts,” Xander said teasingly.
Oz just gave him an inscrutable grin, neither confirming or denying, and changed the subject. “So what’s that Spike is muttering under his breath about you and red-headed flight attendants and the Mile High Club?”
Instead of blushing like Oz thought he would, Xander just huffed, “I was this close, man. This close, but no Spike had to suddenly decide to be all overprotective and stuff.”
“Flight attendant, really? Details? A name, at least?” Oz asked.
“Kendal, with one L,” Xander sighed.
“Hot?”
“Oh yeah. He was totally hot, great smile. And a redhead, I have a weakness for redheads. Hence the whole 'Fluke' incident. Wish I’d figured out then that the equipment was all wrong,” Xander said.
“Oh yeah, redheads rock… wait, equipment? He?” Oz asked.
Xander realized he’d left something out of his occasional talks with Oz, but decided that if Oz wasn’t going to tell him about that Remus guy, he wasn’t going to give Oz anymore details. Instead he just smiled enigmatically and then walked ahead to catch up with Dawn to discuss another very important subject: impending foodage.
Oz stared after him, wondering what other surprises were in store. The visitors from Sunnydale were sure to be full of them, if past experience was any indication. Of course, Hogwarts had its own share of interesting people, especially considering a certain brood of red-haired wizards. If Xander had looked back, he might have been frightened by the truly evil smirk spreading over Oz’s face as he contemplated the best way to spring his own surprises.
