Old TV = Strange Dreams
by Lily
Xander collapsed on the couch in his new apartment. He was exhausted --
physically and emotionally. The newest demons had been HARD to kill, and
Buffy was being kind of a bitch. Probably because of their little "talk"
before Riley's departure. Even though he killed a couple of the demons he
didn't get a thank you from ANYONE. // Guess, I should be used to that--//
As he flicked on the TV he briefly wondered where Spike was. Normally,
he would've been at the fight or here at home. Yet he hadn't been at the
fight and he certainly wasn't here. //Well, whatever. Spike can take care
of himself//
//Let's see if there's anything mind numbing enough to put me to sleep.
Hmmm-- cooking -- infomercial -- infomercial -- telvangilist -- oh Leave it to
Beaver that'll work.//
"Honey, I'm home," Xander said as he walked in to the house. He put his
briefcase down and hung up his suit jacker in the closet when his spouse
called to him from the kitchen.
"In here, pet."
"Smells delicious, dear," Xander said, while wrapping his arms around
Spike's waist. "Boy am I tuckered out from work."
"How was your day?"
"Good, just a tad long. Where are the kids?
"Well, let's see. Willow is upstairs studying with her friend Tara. And
that little troublemaker the Slayer is playing somewhere."
"Did she get in trouble today?" At his love's no, Xander continued,
"That's good. What's for dinner?"
Xander woke up thinking, //Ok, no more old television before bed.//
The End?
