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Summary: Bad news arrives at Slayer House.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Dark > Xander-CenteredHMaxMariusFR738779409,77417 Nov 1223 Jun 13Yes


I do not own the Buffyverse, Joss Whedon does. I do not own the news media. If I did things would be different. I do not own the company referenced here... otherwise this would not be happening. I do, however, share Xander's reaction.

“Giles! You have to do something!” Willow's panicked voice sliced through the Watcher's concentration as the door to his office slammed open.

“What?! What is it?” He shouted at the red-headed figure that rapidly retreated down the hallway.

Fearing the worst, the middle-aged Englishman charged from behind his desk in pursuit of the witch, pausing only to grab the sword from its sheath beneath his desk. In seconds, the two of them were standing in the dinning room staring at two of their oldest friends.

Buffy, her face drenched in tears, was wrapped around a catatonic Xander. Her hands gently moving over nearly every inch of his body as she attempted to elicit some response from the immobile young man.

Aside from the blond who had draped herself over him, Xander was seated on the floor, his legs v'd out straight in front of him, arms slack at his sides. His one eye focused on a point somewhere miles beyond the far wall of the room while his mouth hung open as if the letter 'O' was the only sound he was capable of.

Willow threw herself to the floor on Xander's other side and swiftly began mirroring the slayer's actions. Buffy looked up at Giles and swallowed a sob. “W we came down for b breakfast and found him l like th this.”

Laying his sword on the dinning room table, he happened to glance down at the paper laying there. Looking at the young man on the floor and back at the paper he pulled off his glasses and began to polish them as he took a seat at the table.

“Buffy, Willow,” he sighed. “I'm afraid there is very little we are going to be able to do.”

“Just point me at whatever did this,” Buffy growled.

Closing his eyes he pushed the newspaper to the edge of the table and waved his hand at the headline.

Picking up the paper, Buffy read the headline aloud. “Hostess Declares Bankruptcy: No More Twinkies.”

A horrified scream broke from Xander's throat.
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