Xander and James said their respective goodbyes. James left orders with Fred and Jones. The other two agents had already left.
Buffy scowled. "And how long will you be gone?"
"Miss me already?" Xander grinned.
"No, you just get in more trouble when I'm not around than when I am."
Xander shrugged. "What could happen?"
Willow groaned. "We've said that before, you know."
Oz walked over and held out his hand. "Have fun."
"Count on it. Don't look for me in tweed, though." Xander smiled. Oz and Willow were good together.... they had to be to be able to get past his stupid mistake a while back. Oz had apparently forgiven him, and Cordelia was less snappy at him. Life was good.
Giles sighed. "Not everyone in England wears tweed."
"Since you've been the only Englishman around except James, it was hard to tell."
Giles adjusted his glasses. "Just try to behave... you are representing America after all."
Xander shook his head. "I'm the last person you want for that."
James walked in. "The plane is ready. Our friends might want to see us off."
"Shall we?" James said, gesturing toward the door.
They all blinked at Willow's squeal of excitement, followed by her babble.
Xander shook his head. "Breathe Willow."
"You're flying in a Concorde!"
Xander looked over at Giles who had a wistful smile on his face. "It'll cut down on time across the ocean. I'd hate to be stuck on a regular plane." Then he smiled, "Though, hours of being waited on hand and foot by stewardesses..."
"XANDER!" Faith yelled and slapped him on the shoulder. He stumbled forward a few inches.
The pilot got off at that point. "The plane is ready."
Everyone crowded around Xander and hugged him.
"Buffy, Faith, I need to breathe."
"Willow, I'd like to be able to hear when I get there."
"Dang it Oz! No need to hit me that hard. That was you, Giles? Didn't know you had it in you."
Everyone stood and watched as the plane took off.
(Working on the first chapter in the next sequel. I just felt I left this one hanging in the wind.)