Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer or James Bond
Xander groaned as he walked into the bedroom of the house he and his father, James Bond had started sharing.
He paused in front of the bed, then fell forward. “I’ll change later…” he mumbled as he adjusted his position and started to try and fall asleep.
James chuckled quietly as he walked by.
“Laugh it up.” Xander mumbled. “I thought your training was tough…”
Bond grinned. “You have to be able to keep up with the students in order to teach them better.”
“Maybe I should’ve gone on that road trip I was planning instead…” Xander said with a sigh.
“What? And miss leaving the country?”
Xander shook his head and closed his eyes. “I think boredom would’ve been preferable to Ethan’s insanity.”
Bond closed the door softly as Xander started to snore. Then he walked toward his office. He’d tell him tomorrow about the invitation Her Majesty had extended to them both.
“Hello?” Xander asked, as he stood in the doorway to Q section. Things were remarkably still in the room. Even Q’s car was absent. Which was odd since they’d set up a sort of play room to keep it occupied when Q wasn’t able to drive it somewhere.
“Ah, there you are Xander.” Q said as he popped out from behind some curtains that were set up in a far corner. They were obviously hiding something.
“New toy?” Xander asked as first tried to determine what was behind the curtains, and then what Q was carrying wrapped up in a blanket.
“Nothing like that. Though I did want to introduce you to a new member of the family.”
“Oh?” Xander said as he looked around. “Where is he?”
“It’s a she actually. And here she is.” Q said as he unwrapped the blanket to reveal a miniature BMW. “Precious is apparently female. I’m just glad the Yugo didn’t pass on its traits to the child.”
Xander blinked. “Wha…”
“I’m her grandpa. Isn’t she cute?” As he spoke, the BMW let out a beep.
“Uh, oh. Time for her feeding.” Then Q started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. “I made this little contraption for nursing. It supplies Oil directly to the…”
Bond ran down the hall when he heard Xander screaming. He slammed through the bedroom door. “Xander?”
Xander was sitting straight up in bed with a wide-eyed look on his face.
“Are you ok?”
He turned to Bond. “That’s it. Ethan’s going to be sorry the next time he sees me.”
“For the love of your sanity, don’t ask!”