AN: I don't own The OC or BTVS.
Also a big thank you to copycatloki, who gave this story its first rec. I'd also like to thank you to all those who are reading this story. Its very gratifying. Phone call
Ryan was dimly aware that the phone was ringing, before Xander picked it up.
“Hey, Dawn. How’s my favourite girl doing? Still slaying the books at Oxford? Still fending of the boys with a stick? And, hey, let me know if they ever need more than just a stick for discouragement. I can look really mean now. Heck, I can be really mean now.”
Ryan glanced at the time; it was around midnight or something. Explains why someone would call, if they were in England.
“No, no, but I can’t talk for too long. Why? Because someone is here, as in, I’m not alone.”
Ryan could hear Dawn’s squeal from here.
“What? No! Of course they aren’t evil. How do I know? Don’t I always? Hey, stop laughing, of course I know. It is just that some chicks are too hot too worry about good and evil. Plus, this guy, not a chick.”
Ryan was momentarily puzzled at the question of his being evil and somewhat dismayed at being called a chick. Then, he was bemused as this squeal topped the last. He swore he distantly heard a dog bark.
“No, of course, I’m not saying that just because he’s a guy he isn’t evil. I’m more saying that his guyness and being with me makes it likely that he isn't evil. Plus, this is the second time and he hasn’t tried to sacrifice me or anything. In my books, thats good enough. Also, I asked if he was evil. He didn’t say ‘yes,’ and I’m inclined to believe him. He has really sincere eyes.”
Ryan had thought it strange when Xander had asked him that, but was now realizing that it was standard with Xander and his friends. He wasn’t sure what that said about either Xander or his friends.
“No, don’t tell Willow. You know how she is. I don’t want three, probably beautiful, witchy ladies coming over here to check up on me. You know how they can’t resist the Xan-man and I don’t want to be responsible for a sibling fight.”
Ryan’s confusion grew, but he shrugged. He didn’t really want to know or get involved.
“Okay, okay. Fine. No you can’t. He’s probably just a trick. You get back to terrorizing age-appropriate boys. Actually, no, get back to being the perfect, and virginal, girl I used to babysit. Yeah? Not if I have anything to do with it,” Xander laughed warmly, “I love you, bye.”
Ryan heard Xander shut his phone and shift towards him again.
“Sorry about that. She usually calls Sunday night ‘round this time and it would have been of the bad if I hadn’t answered,” Xander’s voice was a little rough and he was speaking low, sending shivers and a spike of arousal through Ryan.
“Its fine. But, since we’re awake. . .” Ryan moved suddenly and covered Xander’s body with his own, “I can think of a way for you to make it up to me.”
Xander smiled brightly and lifted his head to kiss Ryan.