Disclaimer: Not mine! BtVS & co belong to the almighty Joss, the workers of the Kinky Boot factory belong to Julian Jarrold and Eroica and co belong to Aoike Yasuko.
Three years. That’s how long had passed since the battle between the First Evil and the legendary Slayer of Sunnydale. A battle that had closed down El Boca del Inferno – or the Sunnydale version anyway.
The Slayer had been helped by her friends – warriors in their own right through years of pain. The Red Witch, the Dark Slayer, and many more. All of them had stood by her, and consequently were accorded honour afterwards by the forces for good – and a grudging respect by those who the Slayers would have killed. The status these unassuming heroes received was high, which perhaps only made the situation funnier for the Powers watching from above.
“Aww, come on, Xander!”
The former construction worker, and current handyman and counsellor of the Anyanka School for Girls, glared with his one good eye at two girls that he had been calling his best friends…until now.
He turned away, stubbornly ignoring their puppy-dog eyes.
“No way. Ain’t gonna do it.”
“Xander-rrrr.” Even though he couldn’t see them, he knew they were pouting.
In the corner of the room, Faith was silently working herself into a laughing fit. Xander glared at her as well, just because. Huh! Some fearsome warriors! Xander thought. Beware, I have puppy-dog eyes, and I’m not afraid to use them! Stand back from the awesome Pouting Bottom Lip!
Up in Their Haven, the Powers were pissing themselves with laughter. True, the Slayer and her bizarre family-by-love-and-friendship had saved the world – more than once – but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t funny to throw them a curveball every now and then.
The noise the argument made had attracted most of the residents of the school – damn it. There was simply no way he was getting out of this with his dignity intact. Carelessly, Xander turned to face Buffy and Willow. Any protest he might have made died before it left his mouth.
“Crap.” He muttered.
Yup, definite lack of dignity coming right up.
“I don’t see why it has to be me.” Xander grumbled, looking out over the Atlantic.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
“You’re having doubts now?!”
“Oh no.” He looked at the Slayer in the plane seat next to him. “I was having doubts in Cleveland. This is just fatalistic mutterings.”
“Well, that’s alright then!” She said chirpily, grinning at him. “As long as you’re not having doubts.”
“Oh no.” Xander said, quietly. “Wouldn’t want that.”
A/N: So, continue or not to continue - that IS the question!