Title: Slayer Central chapter 30
Author: Gileswench
Contact: gileswench@yahoo.com
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.



Angel slipped in the backdoor mere moments before sunrise. He'd been walking all night long.

What had he done?

How stupid was he?

Taking a bite out of that girl was insane, he knew. She might have called the cops, in which case bail would be the least of his worries.

He wondered which way the jail cells faced, and if they had windows to the outside.

"That's it. From now on I stick to girls without a heartbeat."

He prayed nobody was awake as he silently made his way up the stairs to the attic.

Luck was with him.

It was good to be Irish, sometimes.

*****

The lovers moved smoothly together in their passion. Her nails ran down his back, hard enough to be felt, but lightly enough not to cause pain, as he pistoned in and out.

Her soft whimpers turned to groans and then a muffled shout as she buried her face in his shoulder.

As he felt her sex grip his cock tighter, he went wild. A few strokes later, he joined her in the heady bliss of release.

The panted and held one another tightly for a moment.

Xander smiled and kissed Anya's nose as he stroked her cheek. He was still nestled inside her.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Xander."

Wrapping his arms around his lover, Xander rolled until they lay on their sides.

"You're incredible; you know that?"

"So are you." Anya stopped and frowned slightly. "Good incredible, right? Not bad incredible?"

"Good incredible. The best incredible," he assured her with a soft laugh.

The girl snuggled closer and kissed Xander's chest softly.

"I wonder what it would look like."

"What what would look like, An?"

"A baby. A baby we made. I mean, I know they start off all pink and wriggly like hams with arms and legs and hair, but then they turn into little humans. I wonder what it would look like then."

Xander swallowed hard. Every muscle in his chest constricted at once. He screwed his eyes shut as hard as he could.

"Please tell me you're not telling me something."

"What?" Anya looked him in the face. "Oh, no, I'm not having a baby."

Xander breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. Don't scare me like that."

They nestled together again, her cheek pressed to his chest.

"But I might want to."

*****

Cordelia returned to consciousness with a sense that her mattress was much harder than she remembered it being.

Also that it had more legs than she was used to.

Blinking her eyes open, she realized the leg was attached to Willow. What's more, Willow appeared to be dreaming, if the spasms that made her kick Cordelia in the stomach were believed to be entirely involuntary.

The Seer remained unconvinced on that point.

All it took was one fingernail drawn slowly down one witchy instep to make the redhead roll over and let Cordelia up.

"Note to self: next time, I give up the bed for no one."

She stretched her sore back and glanced at the clock.

A quick mental calculation convinced her that she had time to catch a fast shower before making sure Buffy got up in time to go to the shop with Giles. Why she was doing that, Cordelia had no idea, but she'd agreed to make sure it happened.

"Another note to self: if I don't want kids, why the hell am I playing mommy to Buffy?"

She shook her head and marched out the door, tripping over a still sleeping Wesley.

"Oof! Wesley! What are you doing here?"

The Englishman blinked the sleep from his eyes, then decided he must still be dreaming since his arms were full of Cordelia.

"Shhh, don't say a word, darling," he mumbled as his lips moved toward hers...

and landed on her palm.

*****

Panic surged through Xander. For one endless moment, he couldn't breathe at all. Then his breath came raggedly. He sat up and did what he did best under pressure.

He babbled.

"You - you - ohmigod! You...what? Babies...we can't have babies...not for a long, long time, right?"

"Actually, I think it should be very soon. So I can get my figure back quickly after giving birth."

"Huh?"

"Well, this body is still young and firm with strong muscles. That will make it easier to have a child and recover pretty much the figure I started with so you'll still desire me. I won't be able to do that very much longer."

"H - how long are we talking about?"

"I think I should give birth somewhere in the next five years. You know, soon."

"F - five years?"

"Yes. I think five years from now I could still have a baby."

Xander began to breathe easier.

"Five years, I think I might be able to deal with that." He stood, despite his still wobbly knees. "And now, I think maybe we should be good guests and change the sheets since we got these ones all sweaty and stuff."

"I don't see why. This is Buffy and Giles' bed. We make ours, they should make theirs."

"An, it's the polite thing to do when you've just had hot, naked monkey sex in someone else's bed. Trust me."

"Okay," she grumbled. "I guess we could do that. Where are the sheets?"

Their search proved that the extra bedlinens resided on the top shelf of the closet. As Xander pulled them down, a box fell with them, spilling photographs everywhere.

Anya picked up one of the pictures.

"Hey, I think this is Giles. As a small person."

Xander looked at the image of young Giles in his school uniform.

"Has that guy ever really looked happy?"

"He does in this one. A happy ham."

Anya handed over the picture of baby Giles smiling broadly, albeit toothlessly, and completely naked on a bearskin rug.

"That about sums it up, An. Giles the happy ham. Sounds like a Saturday morning cartoon show. But I gotta say, I don't want to see those action figures."

"Who's this one?"

Xander took the picture from Anya and studied the face of the young woman that looked back with an unmistakable smile and eyes he knew well.

"I dunno, but if I had to guess, I'd say this is Giles' mom. Never knew he was such a mama's boy. It's almost like she cloned herself."

"But this one looks like Giles' father and he's with a woman. That isn't the same woman."

Before they could develop any theories on the matter, they heard soft footsteps approaching and scrambled to gather up the photos and stuff them in a drawer. Xander had barely slammed the drawer shut when the doorknob turned.

He stood nervously with his back to the dresser as Giles entered the room.

"Xander, do put some clothes on," Giles spoke quietly, and as if it pained him.

The younger man looked down, suddenly conscious of his nudity.

"Sorry. I seem to be having a case of no pants. Or shirt. Maybe I'll get dressed now."

Anya, meanwhile was pulling on her pajamas. she tossed her boyfriend his boxers and tee shirt. He put them on at lightning speed, ignoring the fact that the shirt was on inside out.

"We were just changing the sheets."

"That's quite all right. I'll take care of that."

"See, Xander!" Anya punched him lightly on the shoulder. "I told you we didn't have to do it."

*****

Cordelia scrambled to her feet.

"What the hell are you doing here, Wesley?"

The man in question unfolded himself and stood.

"I...well...I was...standing guard."

"Standing guard? Were you keeping us in or something else out?"

"Well, rather more the latter than the former."

"God, Wesley, would you just speak English for once in your life?!"

"I was speaking English. Fine, I'll translate into American: I sat here all night making sure Angel didn't go in there and eat you all. Is that clear enough for you?"

Cordelia shook her head.

"Angel? Why would he hurt us? He's our boss, Mr. Paranoid. He helps people. He saves lives and...and souls, and...what the hell is the matter with you?"

"There is nothing wrong with me. There is something wrong with Angel. He's not behaving in a normal manner. I promise you, Cordelia, I wouldn't take this step if there was any question in my mind that he's becoming dangerous."

"Look, I know you've been under a lot of stress with everything that's going on. I know you miss me, but this really isn't helping your case. Angel is my friend. He's good. Period. End of sentence." The girl turned and headed down the hall. After a few steps she turned. "Oh, and Wesley? You hurt Angel, and I'll hurt you. got it?"


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