Prompt 137: Free For All
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still_grrrTitle: Life Just Wasn't Fair
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Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 442
Prompt: 137 (the scene outside the Magic Box between Xander, Anya, Spike, Buffy in the episode Entropy...actually for what happens afterwards)
Characters/Pairing: Xander
A/N: orginally written for w&b
Xander grabbed a beer from the fridge, drained it in seconds and reached for another one. The plan was to get drunk. As disgustingly drunk as he could and as fast as he could manage it. Maybe then he would be able to get the picture of Buffy sleeping with Spike out of his mind.
Of all the cruel things to have ever happened to him, and there had been plenty; this was by far the worst. He still couldn't quite understand how it had happened.
Okay forget the how, he really didn't want to think about the mechanics of Buffy and Spike. What he really wanted to know was why. Why would she let that dead thing touch her? Didn't she have any shame?
Wait. Obviously not.
He just didn't get it. What was it about Buffy and vampires? Was that the only way to get her to notice him? Did he have to become a vampire too? Because if it was she should really let him know. Not that he had any intentions of becoming one of those soulless, dead things; who was he kidding if that was the only way he could get Buffy he would be running down the street this instant screaming ‘Here vampire, vampire come bite me.’
Instead here he sat drinking beer and bemoaning the fact that he'd never have her. Life wasn't fair if you were an average guy. He, Alexander Lavelle Harris was a great guy, okay maybe not great but he was better than Spike and a hell of a lot better than Angel. That was one thing he knew for sure.
Xander groaned. Damn it! Did he have to think about Angel. Buffy's true love, her soulmate. Soulmate his ass! That just made him sick! All that lovey dovey, ooey gooey crap with a vampire. But at least Angel had had the decency to leave. He didn't think Spike had any.
Honestly it made a guy miss Riley. At least he was a nice Iowa farm boy. No grrr face and definitely no fangs. One hundred percent normal male. But of course since he wasn’t a monster he didn't last long. Which he had to admit, if only to himself, had tickled him pink. At last Buffy was free for him. He had felt like doing the snoopy dance.
But once again the universe had pissed on his parade. Did he get Buffy? No. One platinum blonde pain-in-the-ass vampire got her instead. He really shouldn’t blame her. She’s never had the best taste in men. But still…Spike? He gave a resigned sigh and reached for another beer.
Life just wasn't fair.
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Author:
angelus2hotRating: PG-13
Word Count: 442
Prompt: 137 (the scene outside the Magic Box between Xander, Anya, Spike, Buffy in the episode Entropy...actually for what happens afterwards)
Characters/Pairing: Xander
A/N: orginally written for w&b
Xander grabbed a beer from the fridge, drained it in seconds and reached for another one. The plan was to get drunk. As disgustingly drunk as he could and as fast as he could manage it. Maybe then he would be able to get the picture of Buffy sleeping with Spike out of his mind.
Of all the cruel things to have ever happened to him, and there had been plenty; this was by far the worst. He still couldn't quite understand how it had happened.
Okay forget the how, he really didn't want to think about the mechanics of Buffy and Spike. What he really wanted to know was why. Why would she let that dead thing touch her? Didn't she have any shame?
Wait. Obviously not.
He just didn't get it. What was it about Buffy and vampires? Was that the only way to get her to notice him? Did he have to become a vampire too? Because if it was she should really let him know. Not that he had any intentions of becoming one of those soulless, dead things; who was he kidding if that was the only way he could get Buffy he would be running down the street this instant screaming ‘Here vampire, vampire come bite me.’
Instead here he sat drinking beer and bemoaning the fact that he'd never have her. Life wasn't fair if you were an average guy. He, Alexander Lavelle Harris was a great guy, okay maybe not great but he was better than Spike and a hell of a lot better than Angel. That was one thing he knew for sure.
Xander groaned. Damn it! Did he have to think about Angel. Buffy's true love, her soulmate. Soulmate his ass! That just made him sick! All that lovey dovey, ooey gooey crap with a vampire. But at least Angel had had the decency to leave. He didn't think Spike had any.
Honestly it made a guy miss Riley. At least he was a nice Iowa farm boy. No grrr face and definitely no fangs. One hundred percent normal male. But of course since he wasn’t a monster he didn't last long. Which he had to admit, if only to himself, had tickled him pink. At last Buffy was free for him. He had felt like doing the snoopy dance.
But once again the universe had pissed on his parade. Did he get Buffy? No. One platinum blonde pain-in-the-ass vampire got her instead. He really shouldn’t blame her. She’s never had the best taste in men. But still…Spike? He gave a resigned sigh and reached for another beer.
Life just wasn't fair.
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Date: 2009-10-01 01:29 pm (UTC)Hee! I felt the same way as I was writing it.
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:10 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!