Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Buffy reveals a secret to Xander who fumbles through his words and does his best to help. (...yeah, this still applies.)
Word Count: 875
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( cross the line )
“You’re the CEO. From what I’ve been reading giving yourself a higher salary is not only normal but it is expected. The company could afford it.” Anya’s staring at the sheets, smiling a little at the math that means wonderful money.
“I can give you a raise, dear,” Xander says, distracted, and she frowns and looks up at him. He’s doodling on his papers, in the middle of another fit of creativity, which is fine but he needs to be practical sometimes, too. Her frown deepens and she resolves to bring it up again later.
Anya’s apparently jealous of me, which makes me roll my eyes. Like I want to replace her. The only reason she’s not tempted to go back to being a vengeance demon just to deal with me is that I’m in a different city and therefore can’t continue (not that we ever went that far, but I don’t think she understands the concept of a teenage romance) to give him orgasms. Like I would.
She’d probably be angrier if he told her what we talked about, but he doesn’t, and apparently that makes her insecure.
Mostly I’m angry at her because she doesn’t know who she is as a human enough for her to be secure about a relationship, and she wants the American Dream which he’ll never be normal enough to give her, and she loves him more than she realizes but a lot of it at the moment is his money, and maybe it’s a little hypocritical (well, to the woman I used to be, anyway), but the thought of her acting as a misguided gold-digger makes my blood boil. “I just—and I don’t care if you tell anyone I said this because no one would believe it anyway—I think you can do better than someone who only’s interested in you for your money. Or mainly interested in you for your money.”
He sighs into the phone and turns to stare at the traffic. “I’m not—I’m not arguing with you, I just—” He drums his fingers against his chest in a distracted pattern I’ve come to recognize. “I do like her. I do. I’m not sure I love her, but you date to find that out, right? And she needs me. Maybe we’re not perfect for each other, but if you’ve seen the way everyone else treats her…”
I can imagine, unfortunately. Not that any of them do it intentionally, but it happens. It’s easy to be distracted when you’re fighting for your life so much.
“You could be just friends. It’s helped me enough,” I point out, but he shakes his head.
“I don’t think she’d accept or recognize it, unfortunately,” he responds. “And the sex life is pretty good.”
I smile despite myself and shake my head. “While I’m the last one to say that’s not a decent enough excuse, I think she’s confused about her feelings, and feelings in a relationship like that only lead places of the bad.”
He nods with another wry expression. “I have a feeling it’ll lead to horrible places, but I’m not sure how to fix it, because I’m pretty sure breaking up with her won’t lead to any better places.” He glances up again and pushes his shades back up again. “Well, I got class in twenty minutes, so I guess I’ll talk to you later.”
“You better,” I respond with what I hope is an intimidating frown, and continue frowning after he gets off. I hope he’s not having one of his Spider Sense moments.
( laying in pieces at the nadir )
( let you down )