spiceblueeyes | The Question

I managed to use 2 prompts this week. Bias, for

tamingthemuse and crisis for my prompt table.

Title:The Question
Rating: PG
Warnings:none
Disclaimer: I own all. Seriously, it's in writing, I wrote it down! What do you mean that doesn't count?
Summary: Buffy asks Xander The Question.

The Question

Riiing. Riiing. Riiing.

Xander groaned and pulled the pillow over his head, trying desperately to ignore the phone.

Riiing. Riiing.

It wasn’t working.

“Gah!” He felt the pillow yanked away and the phone shoved into his hand.

“Answer the bloody phone or I’ll answer it,” Spike said.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Xander pulled the phone quickly up to his ear. The one and only time Spike had answered the phone had ended with a trip to the police department which had led to some not so veiled threats and even less veiled innuendos while sitting in the lobby. It wasn’t an experience he wanted to repeat. He clicked the phone on, “hello?”

“Hey Xander, it’s Buffy, I need you to come over like right now, I really need your help.” She certainly sounded panicked.

“Is it an emergency?” He really didn’t want to get out of bed, he’d spent all day at work, and then come home to have Spike shag his brains out, which while extremely pleasant, was tiring. He’d been left with just enough energy to take a quick shower and collapse back into bed. However it looked like he was going to have to get up again after all.

“Oh yeah, definitely an emergency, we’re talking big time emergency.”

“All right, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and then groaned loudly into his pillow. Spike stroked his back soothingly.

“I’m sure it’s nothing love, Slayer’s probably just overreacting. You’ll be back in no time.” Xander just groaned again. “Want me to come with?”

Xander pushed himself into a sitting position and looked at Spike. “No, she didn’t say for you to come so it’s probably not a fighting thing. There’s no sense in both of us getting out of bed if we don’t have to.”

“Okay luv.” Spike said, and promptly settled back into bed and went to sleep. Xander just shook his head and reached for his pants. He pulled them on and stood up. A shirt went on after the pants, followed by socks and shoes. He grabbed his toolbox as well, because he wasn’t quite sure what Buffy needed him for and it was better to go over there prepared than to have to come back for them. All set he headed out, over to Revello Drive.

He knocked on the door to Buffy’s house, hoping that whatever the crisis was it could be dealt with quickly. A shouted “come in Xander,” came from behind the door so Xander turned the handle and opened it, stepping into the house. He closed the door behind him and looked around for Buffy, spotting her in the living room. She was wearing a green dress in a shade somewhere between light and lime green, the color couldn’t possibly be flattering on anybody, and it certainly wasn’t on her. The bottom had fabric hanging down one side, but not the other, exposing her other leg up to mid thigh, where a miniskirt type thing took over. The top half had a part in the middle showing skin, with the dress sort of folded over itself. To complete the look, there were some kind of sequin-y sparkles scattered over it. The dress was hideous.

“Um, so…what’s the emergency Buffy?” Xander asked, now slightly afraid of the answer.

“I have a date tonight and I needed a man’s opinion.” Xander froze. No, she wouldn’t.

“I want your completely honest, unbiased thought on this, okay Xander?”

She would, oh god.

“How do I look, does this dress make me look fat?” She looked at him, expecting an answer.

“Ahhhhhh!” Xander screamed, shooting upright. He looked around, he was in bed; Spike was next to him looking worried.

“You all right pet?” Spike sat up, his gaze concerned.

“I had a nightmare. Buffy, Buffy…oh god, I can’t even say it,” Xander was still breathing hard. “She asked me if her dress made her look fat,” he practically sobbed.

“Oh luv, come here,” Spike had understanding written all over his face as he pulled Xander into a tight hug. “I know, don’t worry. Was just a dream, yeah? Wouldn’t ever let it happen for real. I’d rip those bints apart before I let any of them torture you like that, even Buffy. I’ll keep you safe. ” Xander snuggled his face into Spike’s neck, feeling reassured.

“Promise?”

“I promise pet, there’d be pieces scattered all over town.”

Xander sighed, “ thanks Spike.”

They stayed cuddled together like that until sleep overcame them once again. This time Xander didn’t dream.

***
If anyone's interested, here is the dress.

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whichclothes.livejournal.com

Ha ha! That's really funn! :-)

spiceblueeyes.livejournal.com

Thanks!

That was supposed to read *funny*, obviously.

Yeah, I figured it out, lol. Thanks for commenting, Twice!
:)

vikingprincess

hilarious!

but that dress isn't as ugly as some of the ones the students wore to last year's prom... and I had to see them for hours, not just a quick click-n-flee!

Thanks!
Yeah, there are really way too many ugly dresses in the world. I chose this one because I loathe that color.

an excellent reason!

kargrif.livejournal.com

*giggles* very funny!

Thank you!

lit-gal.livejournal.com

I'd want my murderous boyfriend to comfort me after something that horrible, too! Very funny.

Yeah, I think it would go a long way to making you feel better :)

missmirandarae.livejournal.com

omg that is soo freaken funny!

daeomae.livejournal.com

Cute!!! :D

*Mwah*

:)
Thanks for commenting!

thismaz.livejournal.com

*laughing* Thank goodness Spike is there to comfort him. What a horrible nightmare. *g* As for the dress.... least said.
Very funny.

Thank you!
and yeah, the dress...

cynni13.livejournal.com

So funny!

I took a peek at the dress, and can I just say yuck! lol

Yuck indeed.
Thanks!

davinci-1985.livejournal.com

Poor Xander. I get his dilemma.

Very funny!

As do we all, even us girls.
Thanks!

I wouldn't know. All my friends are of the male persuasion - wonder how that happened, now that I realize it - and my closest are certainly not shy about pointing out if a certain outfit favors me better or worse than another. As I do not hesitate to point out that the shirt they just chose is just hideous. But then, I've seen one of them with his girlfriend when she asked once. I swear he turned three different colors in under a minute, the least alarming of them being a sickly green.

Re-read the fic just now. Poor Xander is going to need cuddling from Spike to get over this, isn't he? Good thing Spike is always up for this kind of comforting - as well as for the other kind...