The second casting of the spell to open the doorway and draw out and corporealize a soul went much smoother, mostly because it was only one soul, they’d done it before, and Angel and Spike didn’t have to die to make this one work.
Doyle popped up and Cordelia immediately started to shriek at the top of her lungs as she swatted him. Then, suddenly, she yanked him into her and Xander, Willow, and Tara left the room because things started to get x-rated rather quickly.
They’d made it to the library when a soft pop signaled the arrival of someone. They all flinched away from the lime green robes Kirsham was wearing. Seriously, the guy must be colorblind. The little boy beside him, though, was adorable.
At three or four, with curly blonde hair and big blue eyes, he was a little heartbreaker. Xander sighed when Kirsham nudged the kid and he streaked over to Xander, throwing himself against his legs.
“I told him of you during his creation,” Kirsham said, wiping big, fat red tears off his face with a polka-dotted hanky. “He will be the finest knight of the light in his day.”
“I’m sure he will be,” Xander said, bending to pick him up. He jerked upright, the kid in his arms, and shifted so that Kendra could pass him.
The touching had joined the looking and something was going to have to be done there because Xander was seriously starting to worry about what little virtue he had left. It had sort of become a contest on who could make Xander more sexually stimulated in entirely unsuitable situations: Spike or Kendra. She was coy and Spike was, well, very Spike about it. It didn’t help that the girls thought it was hilarious. He was pretty sure that if any of them had been even the least bit put out or jealous by it, the incidents would have stopped.
Kirsham popped away and Xander backed out of the room, managing not to groan when he bumped solidly into Spike on his way out. There were a lot of hands running where they oughtn’t, what with the new kid and everything, but that was Spike for you.
Gabriel had apparently come with certain amounts of knowledge because he asked to go to the ‘bafrooms’ and wanted to know if he could have a Snoopy. Really, the kid liked to talk, a lot. Xander was sure that Giles would say that it was his punishment for all that he’d had to put up with from the Scoobies.
Xander was just glad that Dean and Sam had finally answered the call of the road and left. Dawn had been sullen the last few days they’d been there and had finally charged headlong into a relationship with Connor a day or so after they’d left. Having Gabriel meet too many people too quickly just didn’t seem like a good idea, especially since the kid was just so freaking sweet. Xander had a funny feeling that Gabriel might be Gawain reborn, that he really was a Knight of the Round Table.
That didn’t matter, though. Gabe got along with the other kids and he didn’t try to set Xander’s house on fire. And Dawn loved him to bits because he was the first magically created child that was a boy. Xander didn’t know how that made him different but she swore that it did. He needed to be loved more heartily because he was unique. Or something. It was hard, sometimes, to understand where Dawn was coming from with her prattle.
Xander just dealt with everything that came at him as he normally did. He endured with a smile on his face, a joke in his heart, and a prayer in his mind that he wouldn’t fuck up too badly.
The End (Seriously)(Unless I come up with a plausible story line that demands to be written, then who knows)