A/N: I have never written these characters before. They may not be exactly cannon, as I've read so much fanfic I'm not exactly sure what the cannon is. But this is set after the end of both shows - on the television.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Buffy is owned by Mutant Enemy and Veronica Mars is owned by Rob Thomas. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter one – Xander
White that danced dots across his vision and a stabbing pain like his eyeballs had been staked invaded the muzzy darkness of his brain. Groaning and squeezing his eyes shut again drove the stakes in further sending a pulsing throb throughout his skull. How much did I drink?
Xander moaned mentally, not willing to voice it out loud in case the mini slayers came back. Blindly reaching out his questing hand met firm warm flesh. Eyes flying open in surprise he glimpsed long blonde hair and a very female, very human body before the stabbing returned.Bad! Badbadbadbadbad
rang through his mind as he screwed his eyes shut again and snatched his hand back from the womanly curves. It’s not Buffy... Is it?
It took a few minutes before he decided that it couldn’t be Buffy. Buffy was somewhere else... possibly Rome he wasn’t really sure anymore. No it had just been Xander and Willow drowning their sorrows in the casinos of Las Vegas. There had been more booze than gambling. A lot more… so much that things went fuzzy and then alarmingly blank when he tried to remember what the hell had happened.Shit!
Just because she looked human didn’t mean that she was. With the Harris luck she was probably a demon. And not just that, but a demon of the sex Xander then eat him in the not fun kind of way variety. It happened far more than anyone would have liked especially Xander. It was why they had needed to drown their sorrows in the first place. For Xander anyway, Willow had been dumped by that upstart Miss thang aka Kennedy and sworn off women for good. But none of that helped him now so why was he thinking about it?
Careful fumbling with eyes tightly shut, muffled curses and quick peeks through slitted eyes found him stark naked sitting at the edge of the bed with aching head resting in his hands. Ok Xander come on she… it? can’t be that bad. There’s nothing wrong with me…
Hurried fumbling and more painful squinting calmed the panic the thought had woken. Maybe she’s more like Anya…
a pained wince that had nothing to do with his head followed that
thought. Anya was gone and nothing could keep thoughts of what might have been away. It was far too soon to be able to think of her without such thoughts and pain poking around the edges.
There was something he was should be doing right now. What was it again? Oh right possible demon sex which left him naked and defenceless. He should do something about that right?