Three Wishes, Many Headaches
Author: Anime Ronin
Summary: A WKX sequel. Wishes made, time spins backwards, add in a new female, simmer for a few seconds and add in a kiss for good luck.
Pairing: K/X??? (Kender)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss and Mutant Enemy own Buffy. I’m making nothing off of this, so don’t sue.
AN: Ah, another ‘reboot’ fic but this time it’s not actually Xander’s fault.
“Breathe, damn it!”
“I don’t remember giving you permission to die.”
Two forms were being worked on, both female, but where one was brunette, the other was blonde (natural, she claimed repeatedly towards her male friends). Both had gone up against The Master, a vampire that had sired Darla, whom had later sired Angelus, whom begat Drusilla, whom begat Spike, and both had lost. Badly. After feeding from Buffy, he’d drowned both of the young women before rising to the surface to feed, the Slayer-enhanced blood now coursing through his veins and making him stronger than ever.
Over Buffy, Jesse and Darla were working furiously, Jesse pumping away on Buffy’s chest while Darla was breathing for her. Over Kennedy, though, Xander was doing the work of two people and doing it quite well. It was nobody’s surprise when Buffy gasped first, hacking and coughing up the water that was still in her lungs and throat, but this didn’t stop Xander from working on Kennedy.
“Oh, thank God,” Jesse said quietly, hugging the blonde Slayer to his chest after Darla had wrapped a strip of her blouse around the hole in Buffy’s neck.
Buffy could only weakly return the hug for a few seconds before her eyes fell on Xander. He had become distant in the past weeks, ever since the hyena incident where Jesse had been taken over and had nearly killed him, and he’d taken up with the new girl in town, ‘Kennedy’. She wasn’t sure why, she could tell he wasn’t sure why, either, but they just seemed to fit together. Now she could see him working on her and it made her worry a little.
“Breathe!” Xander shouted before he leaned in and blew air into Kennedy’s lungs.
As if she heard him, Kennedy began to cough, her lips pressed to Xander’s and, for a split second, both froze. Buffy, Jesse and Darla could not see what was going on with the pair on a metaphysical level but, after that split second, Xander pulled away and Kennedy continued coughing up water.
“Go,” Xander told a recovering Buffy, Darla and Jesse a few moments later, clearly exhausted as he leaned against Kennedy, pulling her closer as she started to shiver from the cold of the cave and the wetness of her clothes. “We’ll… catch up later on.”
“Are you sure about that, bro?” Jesse asked.
Xander nodded tiredly, “Yeah. We’ll make our way back up later on but Nest takes priority.”
Darla nodded at this but shucked off her long overcoat, revealing a tight top on top of tight pants. As she leaned in to cover Kennedy with it, Xander’s mind warred with itself for a second as she looked _damned_ good but… she was also a vampire.
“Be careful, alright? I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” Darla told him with a long look into his eyes before she straightened and helped Jesse getting Buffy to her feet.
“No promises,” Xander said more by reflex than anything as his eyes watched her ass and how her pants framed it. No, his life wasn’t complicated at all…
Kennedy's hand impacting the back of his head snapped him out of it. "I thought Buffy was the one with a thing for walking corpses?"
“Tell that to my libido.”
Kennedy smacked him again.
“Alright, it’s getting the message. Um… do you know why she’s, you know, not dust? And ditto with Jesse?”
“No,” she said, pulling the vampire’s jacket tighter around her. She paused and then reached in, pulling out a cross and a snub-nose revolver, blinking at it.
Xander took the revolver and cleared it more out of habit than anything. He then paused as he realized something, reaching up to his face and feeling around his left eye. “Um, we’re not in Kansas anymore, Kennedy.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. I should barely be in a training bra right now.” She looked around at the cave for a long minute before she looked at Xander and then leaned into him, “Xander, what the hell is going on?”
“I wi-“ Xander paused, a memory flittering back to him.“I wish I didn’t have to put up with this crap.” “I wish you two would spend some more time alone together and give this thing a chance.” “I wish you would stop bothering me about this.”
“Oh… hell.” Where was that really nice scotch when he needed it?
AN: Just a taste of the insanity to come. Yes, quite obviously things are very, very different here. You have been warned.
AN2: Also, this and the next chapter or two are shorties. It's the way it's working out. Sorry.