Sunday Afternoon

[madimpossibledreamer]

gureito-daze now I'm sick
/sadface
fun part is xander's getting used to his powers.  and i love writing his interactions with buffy.
also I just might have gotten in too deep with this one because I'm designing all the weapons and a demon language. it's great.
~dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Crossover, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy finds Xander doing some home repair.  It's almost like this isn't even an AU.
Word Count: 300
Rating: Gen

         Buffy didn’t realize the hotel was as big as it is, but her survival instincts are telling her to find Xander so they can get with the ordering of pizza already (to Giles’ protests, particularly since they’re supposed to be in hiding) and to explore the hotel further so she knows every nook and cranny.  Precisely in that order.
         She doesn’t expect to hear a song coming from one of the rooms down the hallway in the basement, or a sharp curse behind the wall, and finally locates the right room and wanders in…only to smell an odor rather like burning flesh.  And yikes isn’t it super freaky that she knows what that smells like.  “You okay?” she asks, and watches at the same time as Xander as skin heals up on fast forward.  That’s faster than Slayer healing. 
         “Uh, yeah…”  His burnt hand comes up to scratch at the back of his head sheepishly, and he doesn’t even flinch.  “I helped my Uncle Rory with some wiring projects back home, but a few cars is a bit different from a massive hotel, and it’s not even like I’ve got all the equipment, so I’ve had to improvise.”  He connects another two wires bare-handed and grins, eerie, in the glow that suddenly appears.  “Showtime.”
         “Won’t anyone notice that the hotel suddenly has power?” Buffy wonders, shivering a little, and Xander shrugs.
         “They haven’t even noticed anything else I’ve done yet, so I figure we’re in the clear.”  Oh, huh, he’d acquired a boombox from somewhere.  That’s the mysterious source of the music.  “You said pizza?  Anchovy.”
         Buffy gasps.  “You really are a demonic abomination.”
         “Hey, and I thought your Slayer senses gave me away,” he shrugs modestly, before grinning irrepressibly.  “I’m pulling your chain.  Pepperoni and green pepper is fine.”