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Summary: Thinking outside the box seems to be a specialty for the Scoobies. Especially when they apply that thinking to the problem of what to do about a dormant Acathla.

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Disclaimer: They all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: Follows shortly after Season Two's 'Becoming Part II.'

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: None whatsoever. Would I lie to you? (Please don’t answer that.)

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, "word" indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: I'm not completely sure where this came from, but my muse said, 'Write this", so I just said, "Sure" and did what she said. Yeah, it's a little bit crack!tastic, but it fit.

Author’s Note 4: This is story #1 for the 2012 August Fic-A-Day Challenge.


Sunnydale High School library
Sunnydale, CA

May 23, 1998

"What time did Giles say we should expect the Council's people to show up, Xander?" Willow Rosenberg asked, not looking up from her attempt to hack into whichever mainframe had currently drawn her attention.

"Uhm, what Council people are you talkin’ about, Will?" Xander Harris, co-founder of the Scooby Gang – the self-designated supporters of Buffy Summers, the Vampire Slayer who was currently missing-in-action following her obviously successful effort to foil Angelus' plot to open a portal to Hell – asked, as he looked up from his self-appointed task of cleaning and maintaining the various weaponry the Scooby Gang used in its nightly patrols. "And why should we be expecting the stiff upper lip club, anyway?"

"You know! The Council people who are coming to pick up that big, evil demon statue from that empty warehouse Giles put it in, after removing it from the mansion on Crawford Street," the redhead explained in apparent perplexity at her friend's confusion regarding her inquiry.

"Huh? Uh, Will, thinkin’ we might’ve gotten some wires crossed here. 'Cause the G-man didn't say jack to me about anyone coming to pick anything before he left for L.A.," Xander shook his head to indicate his lack of knowledge about the subject his best friend had broached. "Hell, I think he was more concerned about finding the Buffster than about anyone from Tweed-land showing up. Not that that’s surprising, you hafta admit."

"Oh, no," Willow gasped as she looked up from her laptop, her face growing even more pale than normal. "I hope that it's just he forgot to tell us that they were coming.

"Because if he forgot to contact the Council about Acathla entirely, then that statue'll just be sitting around in that warehouse – a freebie for anyone who decides to grab it," Willow declared, a mixture of apprehension, fear and worry marring her features. One which was quickly matched by the expression on Xander's face as he, too, realized the potential for another future Apocalypse which was waiting in an unprotected warehouse – to be seized and acted upon by any opportunistic demon or insane human witch or warlock. "And that would be bad! Really, *really* bad!"

"Shit. Well, we can't just leave that thing sitting there where anyone can just drive in and pick it up," Harris succinctly summed up the situation, as he turned to meet his best friend's gaze. "We've got to do something, Will – we can't risk waiting until Giles gets back."

"Yeah, I know, you're right," Willow agreed, her own features mirroring the worry on Xander's face. "But what can we do?"

“Well, seeing as how we can’t call the land of warm beer and bad teeth to find out if Giles forgot to tell his Council buddies what was the what, since we don’t know the number...” After a moment's consideration, a somewhat twisted smile took possession of the dark-haired youth's lips as a distinctly novel idea occurred to him, and he said, "Okay; I've got an idea about where we could store the damn thing, at least for a while, and nobody would ever think of looking for it.

"Do you think Oz can maybe get a hold of a moving truck or something like that, Will?" Harris asked. "I figure his van isn’t gonna be enough for this one, 'cause we're gonna need something big enough to fit the damn thing, and it's not exactly tiny."

"I'll ask him, Xand," Willow answered, relaxing just the slightest bit upon hearing his reply and seeing that particular look on Xander's face. "Hand me the phone, please."

The redheaded hacker and budding witch was familiar enough with the way her best friend's head worked to know that she probably couldn't even begin to guess whatever inspiration it was Xander might have come up with to hide Acathla. But Willow was also certain that it was an idea which would never occur to anyone else; unless they, too, possessed that same combination of imagination, creative innovation and just plain old insanity that formed the framework of Xander Harris' mind.


Several hours later

"Are you completely sure about this, Xand?" Willow asked doubtfully, as she stared up at the once-again-dormant demon statue.

"Oh, heck yeah, Will," Xander nodded emphatically as he picked up a second paintbrush and another palette which contained half a dozen slowly settling mounds of paint which had been emptied onto it.

"This is one thing I'm totally and completely sure about," Harris added, as he verified that the base coat of white paint he'd applied over the statue's face was dry and began painting the petrified demon's nose a brilliant red.

"You know how I've always thought that clowns were evil, right?" Xander asked as he worked on the statue – which was standing in one of the Sunnydale Clown Museum alcoves.

"Well, then, obviously, demon clowns are just the next logical step in my belief system."



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