A Change of Scenery chapter 5/?
Fandom: Buffy and Angel
Title: A change of scenery 5/? Formerly Untitled
Rating: PG now, later on it may become NC-17 but not yet.
Summary: Post Chosen the characters split themselves between the other Hellmouth and LA.
Prompt: Thus spoke Zarathustra (tamingthemuse)
Paring: None in this chapter, various later on including, S/X, B/OC and others
Well that went well. Xander was going to talk to Spike but the second that he saw him he disappeared into thin air. It seemed to him that Spike had been doing that a lot lately. Xander simply shook his head and sighed.
When Xander got back to the apartment that he shared with Dawn he reached up to remove his eye patch preferring the feeling of nothing that penetrated the wound to the false covering that made everyone else more comfortable but only served to make him more conscious of his injury, constantly readjusting the straps over his head. The phone begun to ring before he’d gotten three feet into the entryway he jogged the rest of the way across the apartment, which was similar to the apartment he shared with Anya in Sunnydale but slightly larger and homier with the added touches that Dawn seemed to need after seeing her home sucked into the ground.
“Hello.”
“Hey Xander.”
“Willow. Where are you guys?”
“Well right now we’re outside of Cleveland heading towards the other Hellmouth.”
“Back to a Hellmouth, don’t you think that you’ve spent enough time on one to last a lifetime?”
“I know but Kennedy is all slay girl now.”
“I get it.”
“How are things at Evil Inc.?”
“Fine” Xander went on to tell Willow about Wes’s idea that he had a part to play in this big apocalyptic prophesy. The conversation didn’t last long after that each of them exhausted.
Xander hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom; he turned on the shower and looked at himself in the mirror he could still see the line in his hair where the strap from his patch had sat all day long. “That’s enough of that.” He said to no one but himself, grabbing his razor and stepping into the shower.
Xander stepped out of the shower and heard Dawn walk into the apartment. “Honey I’m home!” She called out Xander could practically hear the smirk in her voice.
“That girl has really been spending too much time with Spike lately.” He muttered to himself. Since they’d gotten to LA Spike and Dawn had reached an easy truce, there had been a few days when their voices could be heard reverberating through the halls of Wolfram and Hart but overall everything had been worked out.
Xander walked out into the entrance once his pyjama pants were firmly in place, he was used to the idea that he was going to be walking out among impressionable girls and he’d learned that a towel was not sufficient coverage when you had slayer speed to contend with or simply Dawn’s mischievousness. He was drying off his face when he stepped into the living area. When he lowered the towel Dawn`s breath was audible
“Say nothing.”
“But...”
“Nothing. Bedtime. Thus spoke Zarathustra now go to bed.”
The next morning when he walked into W&H everyone was staring at him. It was nothing he’d simply decided that it was too much of a hassle to worry about how his hair fell over the patch so he’d shaved his head in the shower last night. He planned on asking Gunn to touch it up for him when he saw him seeing as he was the only one who would have any experience with the sensation of having no hair. Xander couldn’t imagine Angel bald I mean what would he do for the two hours every morning he spends in from of the mirror not seeing himself.
I know nothing really happened in this chapter but I`m trying and it seems like my muse is on a little bit of a roll I’ve never had a prompt finished on Sunday before. YEAH ME!!
Title: A change of scenery 5/? Formerly Untitled
Rating: PG now, later on it may become NC-17 but not yet.
Summary: Post Chosen the characters split themselves between the other Hellmouth and LA.
Prompt: Thus spoke Zarathustra (tamingthemuse)
Paring: None in this chapter, various later on including, S/X, B/OC and others
Well that went well. Xander was going to talk to Spike but the second that he saw him he disappeared into thin air. It seemed to him that Spike had been doing that a lot lately. Xander simply shook his head and sighed.
When Xander got back to the apartment that he shared with Dawn he reached up to remove his eye patch preferring the feeling of nothing that penetrated the wound to the false covering that made everyone else more comfortable but only served to make him more conscious of his injury, constantly readjusting the straps over his head. The phone begun to ring before he’d gotten three feet into the entryway he jogged the rest of the way across the apartment, which was similar to the apartment he shared with Anya in Sunnydale but slightly larger and homier with the added touches that Dawn seemed to need after seeing her home sucked into the ground.
“Hello.”
“Hey Xander.”
“Willow. Where are you guys?”
“Well right now we’re outside of Cleveland heading towards the other Hellmouth.”
“Back to a Hellmouth, don’t you think that you’ve spent enough time on one to last a lifetime?”
“I know but Kennedy is all slay girl now.”
“I get it.”
“How are things at Evil Inc.?”
“Fine” Xander went on to tell Willow about Wes’s idea that he had a part to play in this big apocalyptic prophesy. The conversation didn’t last long after that each of them exhausted.
Xander hung up the phone and walked into the bathroom; he turned on the shower and looked at himself in the mirror he could still see the line in his hair where the strap from his patch had sat all day long. “That’s enough of that.” He said to no one but himself, grabbing his razor and stepping into the shower.
Xander stepped out of the shower and heard Dawn walk into the apartment. “Honey I’m home!” She called out Xander could practically hear the smirk in her voice.
“That girl has really been spending too much time with Spike lately.” He muttered to himself. Since they’d gotten to LA Spike and Dawn had reached an easy truce, there had been a few days when their voices could be heard reverberating through the halls of Wolfram and Hart but overall everything had been worked out.
Xander walked out into the entrance once his pyjama pants were firmly in place, he was used to the idea that he was going to be walking out among impressionable girls and he’d learned that a towel was not sufficient coverage when you had slayer speed to contend with or simply Dawn’s mischievousness. He was drying off his face when he stepped into the living area. When he lowered the towel Dawn`s breath was audible
“Say nothing.”
“But...”
“Nothing. Bedtime. Thus spoke Zarathustra now go to bed.”
The next morning when he walked into W&H everyone was staring at him. It was nothing he’d simply decided that it was too much of a hassle to worry about how his hair fell over the patch so he’d shaved his head in the shower last night. He planned on asking Gunn to touch it up for him when he saw him seeing as he was the only one who would have any experience with the sensation of having no hair. Xander couldn’t imagine Angel bald I mean what would he do for the two hours every morning he spends in from of the mirror not seeing himself.
I know nothing really happened in this chapter but I`m trying and it seems like my muse is on a little bit of a roll I’ve never had a prompt finished on Sunday before. YEAH ME!!