“The sticky side of the Force?” Giles repeated, rubbing his temples.
“Yes,” Xander agreed. “If it has to do with sex I am empowered in it,” he said proudly. “I have telekinesis and the rest, like your typical Jedi but where my powers focus and excel is sex.”
The doors to the library opened and Snyder slunk in. “Summers, Harris just the delinquents I was looking for!”
“These aren't the delinquents you're looking for,” Xander said, waving his hand in front of Snyder's face.
“These aren't the delinquents I'm looking for,” Snyder repeated.
“You need to find the right woman and settle down,” Xander said.
“I need to find the right woman and settle down,” Snyder said thoughtfully.
“Begin your search in Ohio,” Xander ordered.
“I think I'll start my search in Ohio,” Snyder said turning and walking off.
“Did you just rid us of Snyder?” Buffy asked hopefully.
“Until he finds a wife,” Xander agreed.
“No more Snyder … forever,” Buffy breathed in wonder.
Willow suddenly moved between Buffy and Xander, blushing when he gave her a knowing look.
“And what will you be doing with these powers?” Giles asked, thinking about what Ripper would have done given a fraction of that ability.
“First I must find an apprentice,” Xander said. “I can't be selfish and keep the Force to myself when there are no other practitioners.”
“And how will you know-” Giles began, only to be interrupted by someone ringing the bell at the front counter.
“Library guy!” the girl at the front counter called out, waving at Giles.
Giles sighed and walked to the front counter. “How may I help you?”
“Do you have the Unabridged Kama Sutra in Hindu? The American version is edited all to hell and back! It’s obscene!” she declared.
“When the student is ready, the master shall appear,” Xander said, silencing everyone.
“Harris?” Harmony asked, wondering what was going on.
“Yes my apprentice?” Xander asked, taking her hands and looking deep in her eyes.
Harmony instantly fell to her knees in front of him and rubbed her cheek against his crotch. “What is thy bidding, my master?”
Giles removed his glasses and rubbed his temples again, thanking all that was holy that he still had the better part of a pint of whiskey in his office. AN: Typing by Godogma!