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Cicirossi
Joss Whedon is God and owns all. It's still his world, although we like to sneak in the side door and cover Xander with chocolate sauce and whipped cream when no one's looking.
"Nothing, really. I mean nothing helpful. Except, ooh, remember Mr. Lymon?"
"The one Giles swore survived at least ten or twenty vamp attacks because he ate so much garlic? The guy that's like, ninety?"
"Was ninety. He died yesterday, had a heart attack after he decided to train for a marathon." Nodding, Willow sat back all serious, like that really meant something. "What does that have to do with me?"
"Well, it doesn't, I guess. But isn't that odd?"
"This is Sunnydale, Wills. It's always odd."
They sat in silence for a while, Willow as depressed as Xander to judge by her expression. Then Xander's stomach growled. Willow brightened. "When was the last time you ate?"
Shuddering, Xander shook his head. "I don't know. Denny's, I guess."
"Xander, that's bad. You should eat. Come on, I'll make you a grilled cheese or something."
No sense in arguing with Willow when she got all mission woman on him, so even though his gut was roiling at just the thought of food, Xander dutifully followed her downstairs. Buffy and Dawn were still propped up on the couch watching a movie, and they looked up at him. "Everything okay?" Buffy asked, and Willow nodded.
"Xander needs to eat. Going to make him some food. You two want anything?"
"Nah. We're good. Dawn?"
"We're good," Dawn repeated, and Xander managed a weak smile before escaping to the kitchen. He sat at the table while Willow poured him some orange juice and started assembling the makings of a grilled cheese. Staring at the orange juice made his throat close up and he pushed it away.
"I'm really not hungry. Maybe we should ask Buffy if she's heard anything. We could use Mr. Lymon as an example instead of me. Then we wouldn't be lying to her, and she could help us."
"Good idea. Here, you finish cooking this and I'll go get her."
Once Willow was out of sight, Xander took the almost cooked sandwich and the orange juice and threw them into the trashcan outside the back door. Just the thought of eating made him queasy as heck, but he didn't want to hurt Willow's feelings. Slightly raised voices sounded in the living room, and Xander sighed, having the feeling that Dawn wasn't happy about the interrupted movie. He should have thought of that, but he was feeling kinda out of it.
"Sorry, Buff," he offered when she and Willow came back into the kitchen, and she just smiled at him.
"Hey, Slayage has to be done, right? So what's this about oddness?"
It only took a few minutes for Willow to explain, and Buffy mulled it over thoughtfully. "I haven't heard anything weird. And who knows about ninety year old men and marathons. But I'll check it out. Anything else apocalyptic?"
"Xander's not hungry."
"Whoa. Serious situation." Buffy slanted a grin at him, and it was nice enough to see her smile that Xander didn't reply with more than a "heh, heh."
"Speaking of which, did you eat that sandwich?"
Oh, he hated fibbing to Willow. But Xander did it without batting an eye. "Yes, mommy."
"Good. You should go home. Get some sleep."
"Yeah, I guess I should. You'll call if you hear anything, right?"
"Of course." The girls said it in chorus, and he laughed.
"See you later then."
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