Not mine. Don't own Buffy & Co. Don't own the Marvel character either. If I did that whole Civil War fiasco would never have happened.
Yet another different costume for Xander. Surprised me when I didn’t find one of these already posted. Since most, if not all, readers are familiar with the series and characters I’ve decided to not describe them as they normally appear. I think Anya has the right idea about bunnies. Well, plot bunnies, anyway. I’m trying to get this one out of my system so I can get back to work on other stuff.
Silently cursing, Xander turned to the man who had startled him. “I hadn’t even paid for this yet,” he complained as he held up the toy rifle he held. The end had of the plastic barrel had broken off when the flinching teen had reacted to the voice from behind him and slammed it into the shelf in front of him.
“Oh, that’s quite all right,” the man said with a smile. “I am Ethan, the owner of this establishment I understand that it’s not your fault. Feel free to replace it with an unbroken one.”
“It was the last one,” Xander told him.
“I knew I should have stocked more of them,” Ethan berated himself. Looking over Xander’s shoulder, he said, “I noticed you were looking at the costume.”
“Yeah, it’s cool.”
“You know whose costume it is?” Ethan blinked at him in surprise. “All I know is the name that came with it.” A smile appeared. “I tell you what, young man. Since my actions have seemingly ruined your planned outfit, how about I sell you this costume for the price of the gun?”
“I don’t know,” Xander said, trying to repress his urge to laugh at the proposed deal, “that’s a big difference.”
“Don’t worry about it. Actually, I found this outfit to be more a bit odd and will be glad to be rid of it. I’d give it to you for nothing but I fear it would throw my inventory off.” Raising an eyebrow, the man asked, “Do we have a deal?”
“Don't underestimate yourself,” Buffy was saying to Willow as Xander approached. “You've got it in you.”
Noticing him approaching, Willow took the opportunity for a change of topic. “Hey, Xander!” She waved at the bag in his hand as she asked, “What'd you get?”
“I think the owner is crazy,” Xander told them. “He made me break my gun then sold me this outfit for the same price.” Shaking his head, he went on, “It costs enough to make Cordelia blink and I got it for a couple of bucks.”
“Aaand you still haven’t said what it is,” Buffy pointed out. “Ooh,” she muttered before walking away. The two friends glance at each other for a moment before following the blonde over to a frilly, billowing red gown. “I'm sorry,” she said, “it's just . . . Look at this.”
“It's amazing,” Willow chimed in.
“Too bulky,” Xander complained. “I prefer my women in spandex,” he admitted when the two gave him quick glares.
“Please, let me,” Ethan said from behind Xander, making him jump again. As he did a yellow disk fell from the bag. Taking the dress off of the mannequin, he holds it up to Buffy.
“Oh, i-it’s . . .”
“Magnificent. Yes, I know. There,” he added as he held it up so she could see herself in the mirror. “My. Meet the hidden princess. I think we found a match. Don't
“Oh, uh, I-I'm sorry. There's no way I could ever afford this,” Buffy reluctantly told him.
“My dear, as your friend here can attest, I am prone to giving what some would say are insane deals.” He smiled. “Shall we make one?”
Willow looked down as she hit something with her foot. Picking up the yellow disk, she glanced at Xander and asked, “Wonder what this is?”
“Hey!” Xander exclaimed loud enough to draw Buffy’s attention. As her jaw dropped open she watched as he snatched the disk from Willow and wiped it off on his shirt. “Sorry, Wills,” he said as he put the disk into the bag, “I didn’t know I’d dropped it.”
“Okay,” she said, “but I want to know who –“
“We’ll deal,” Buffy proclaimed loud enough to interrupt her. “But,” she said as she winked at Ethan, “I want you to help me find just the right thing for my friend.”
“But, I’ve got one,” Willow protested as she held up her ghost costume.
“Xander,” Buffy told him, “beat it. You’ve done your part. And you don’t want to see this. Trust me.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Xander said, heading toward the door.
Spike came into the room to see Drusilla curled up on the bed, muttering to herself. Despite his best efforts she wouldn’t stop repeating the same words. “Satannish, Watoomb, Raggadorr, Ikonn, Seraphim, Cyttorak, Agamotto, Oshtur, Muniporr, Hoggoth, the Faltine, Valtorr, Denak!”
Finally, with the hardest shake he dared to give, Spike got her to look up at him. “What’s the problem, love?”
“They’re returning,” she whispered. “The old powers are returning. The triangle will be complete.”
As she threw her arms around him and trembled, the vampire once known as William the Bloody wondered what powers she was referring to and if it was too late to move to Alaska.
“I, I don’t know about this,” Willow complained as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wore purple boots and gloves, with black over her legs and arms. A purple body suit covered her torso, with the collar coming to points that stuck out slightly past her shoulders. “Are, are you sure this is a good thing? I mean,” she looked at the gray wig on the dresser, “I’m going to look cheap, aren’t I? Like, like an old dancer who got too, too old to dance and had to become a stripper or a hooker or some other kind of job that’s really really bad and why can’t I just be a ghost ‘cause that way no one can see me if I do something stupid and,” she stopped when Buffy’s finger appeared in her face.
“One,” she said, “you’re not old. You just have white hair. Two, you’re a powerful sorceress. Three, you are the wife of the guy Xander’s dressed as.”
“W-w-w,” was all Willow could stammer. She managed a swallow as her pale skin went even whiter. “You know who he’s going to be? And I’m his wife?”
“Yeah. Mom told me once she and Dad use to both love the comic they come from. I even got to read them a few times when I was sick.” Buffy checked herself in the mirror. The dress had been joined by a black wig. “That’s how I recognized the Eye.”
“The thing Xander dropped.” Buffy pointed to some paper on the bed. “I had Mom write some stuff down for you. She also made me promise to get some pictures.”
“Pictures?” Willow opened her mouth to say more but managed only a squeak as the doorbell sounded.
“That’ll be Xander,” Buffy said. “I’ll give you a minute to read the stuff Mom wrote.”
“And Willow?” Buffy stopped and looked over her shoulder, “I hid your ghost costume in the basement.”
Buffy gave herself a quick check before opening the door to reveal Xander Harris. As she took in his outfit she mentally patted herself on the back for having been right.
“Buffy!” Xander proclaimed, “Lady of Buffdom, Duchess of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely
“Thank you, kind sir,” Buffy replied as her friend bowed slightly. Stepping aside so he could enter, she nodded again at his outfit.
He’d gotten a fake mustache from somewhere, she noticed. Also he’d put some kind of white streaks in his hair above his temples. A blue tunic covered his torso and reached partway down his legs, with a yellow sash serving as a belt. A lighter blue symbol with some kind of wings and eyes was on the chest. His legs and feet were covered in black. Dark yellow gloves reached almost to his elbows where they met the slightly flared sleeves of the tunic. The red cloak, however, was the most odd thing about the costume. A thick yellow with a wavy pattern bordered it, with the yellow disk from earlier serving as a clasp. At the top, though, was a semicircle of a stiff red material that reached almost to the top Xander’s head. On each side of the three-quarters circle was a part that curved upward, almost giving it a hornlike appearance.
“You look very authentic, Doctor,” she told him.
Smiling, he asked, “You recognize the outfit, then?”
Deciding she should warn Xander ahead of time, she said, “Enough to pick something out for Willow to go with it.”
“Not that I mind Willow dressing up to match my costume, but I have to ask, why did you do that?”
“Partially for the fun of it, partially because she needed to do something different, but mostly because I thought the two of you could have fun with it.” Buffy smirked. “Maybe play with Snyder’s head?”
“First of all, ew on getting anywhere near that head. Second, how did you get her to not dress as a ghost?”
“I hid it in the basement. Now if she wants it she’ll still have to go past us.” Buffy looked up the stairs. “And here’s your ball and chain now.”
Willow had managed to get the wig on but was still nervous as she came down the stairs. With a final deep breath she forced her hands to her sides and made it down the rest of the way.
“Wow, Willow,” Xander told her, “you look great.”
“Um, thanks,” Willow said as she blushed. “You, you too.”
“Uh huh.” Buffy looked from one to the other. “Okay, Willow, Xander, it’s time to go.” She smiled as she headed for the door, leaving the two dressed as Doctor Stephen Strange and Clea to catch up.