madimpossibledreamer | The Welcome Carpets

Happy New Year's!

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Assassin's Creed (The Meddling Gene)
Summary: Most people wouldn't find this welcoming, but Xander isn't most people.
Word Count: 310
Rating: Teen

         “Aww, man, he’s angry and British. It’s all homey already.”
         Shaun, it turns out, sputters rather than cleaning his glasses. And his accent is slightly different, and Giles at least tried to pretend he wasn’t verbally eviscerating them all even when he totally was, more dry sarcasm than anything. Still, Xander’s been kidnapped long enough that he’s missed check-ins and there will probably be verbal evisceration of an entirely different kind, later, and he’s just kind of homesick.
         Not that he really has a home. The others had been kind of happy that he’d been the one collecting wayward Slayers, at first, and then there’d been some worry and grumblings about stationing him somewhere specific, like, having his own branch and all, and he knows they’re desperate but they better not be that desperate, to be giving Xander of all people responsibility.
         It’s probably mostly that they’re worried about him, hence the forced vacation, which is nice but they’re all massive hypocrites because while they all (yeah, he does it too, and he’s good enough to admit it—if not out loud, although that brings up the weird possibility that they all have and no one’s saying it) bully each other into taking care of themselves, the only reason that’s required is that none of them really do it on their own.
         So, yeah, he doesn’t really have an apartment. Home consists of massive interdependency and reassuring habits, like the boot knife.
         And his phone. Damn them. Sure, he can get a new one; Willow can probably even restore absolutely everything even though he didn’t make a single backup through technical witchery, somehow, but he’d had it for years and he liked that phone and he is as sure that he can be he’s not seeing the thing again, more’s the pity. Damn evil scientists and their kleptomaniac phone-stealing ways.