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Adult ++
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17
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Chapter 10
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Magic Moments 10/?
“Which way am I swinging? Um, that’s a tough question….well, it was, once. For a while I thought I swung both ways, but that was a long time ago. I actually worked it out quite recently.”
“Uh, Xan? What the buggery bollocks are you going on about?”
“I’m gay.”
“Excuse me?”
“Why, where are you going?”
“…Xander. Slow it down. Did you just say that you were gay?”
“Yeah. Why, were you expecting me to say that I was straight?”
“No. I mean, yes…I mean…Actually, I wasn’t really expecting either!”
“Really? So you thought I was bi?”
“No! None of the above. That wasn’t what I asked you.”
“Yes, it was.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“*Yes,* it was.”
“*No,* it wasn’t.
“*Yes*…”
“Blinkin’ flip, Xander. I meant what mood swing were you having.”
“Oh! I see.” Xander stared up at the ceiling and had a quick think. “I’m feeling…talkative.”
“So I noticed.”
“How about you?”
“Me? I’m feeling…a little shocked.”
“*No,* I mean which way do you *swing*?”
And this is the moment that Giles chooses to enter the scene.
“I’d better get my migraine tablets,” he said, after a small pause and a shake of his head.
“Bleedin’ heck. Good timing, lame-brain,” Spike said, motioning for Xander to sit back down. “You,” he said, pointing at the mother of his child, “are not yourself. Now lie back and take some deep breaths and wotnot. Calm yourself, yeah?”
“I am calm! But…”
Spike sighed heavily and wondered with a small amount of fear what was coming next.
“…Spike, do you think someone could clean up my sick? It smells really bad and I don’t want to smell it when I start eating again, which will be soon, by the way. Did you get cheese? Of course you did. And the crackers? The wholemeal ones? I just love those. A bit healthier than I’m really comfortable with, but hey, sometimes you just have to go with the flow.”
“Erm, yeah, crackers,” Spike said, having blocked out most of the babble after the request for vomit clearance. This, on top of the revelation that Xander was gay and the whole mystical pregnancy, was actually starting to freak him out.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“…What? Yeah! ‘Course I’m listening. You said something about being crackers.”
“That wasn’t what I said! You weren’t listening!”
“I was trying.”
“Nobody ever listens to me. Like that time in Chem class. I told them I shouldn’t be trusted with flammable liquids, but did they listen? No, of course not. And that time that Buffy made me eat her pudding surprise? I told her I hated fish…”
“Alright, Xan. Don’t get upset. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening. I’m just a bit thrown by everything…oh, bloody hell, don’t start bawling!”
“I’m not! I-I have something in my eye. And…and I think I might be having one of those mood swing thingies.”
“So I noticed…”
“And I need to pee.”
“Right. Thanks for that. Go on, then. Go do your human stuff and I’ll…get Giles to clean this mess up.”
Xander nodded happily and heaved himself up from the couch. “’Kay. Human stuff.”
Spike watched Xander walked away. This was all just crazy. Where was it all going to end? So, Xander was pregnant. That in itself was seriously weird. But gay? Xander was *gay*?
This is even bigger than a nipper!
Hang on. No it isn’t.
Yes. It is.
No. It isn’t.
Come on! Of course it is! Xander Harris, the guy you lusted after *all* last year has just confessed to you that he swings your way.
I did not lust after him all year.
Yes. You did.
I did not!
Yes. You did.
No. If you must know, I thought he was fit. But I never actually wanted him.
Oh, puurlease!
Okay, okay, maybe I wanted him a bit. And it wasn’t all year.
Wasn’t it?
Okay, it was.
Jesus! Why am I arguing with myself? And over whether I fancy Xander Harris? Come on. You’ve got priorities, here! Baby? Imminent?
“Bloody hell. I’m losing my sodding mind.”
“Quite,” Giles remarked, walking back into the room with a handful of cleaning equipment. “And I don’t think you’re the only one. Is Xander quite alright? He was talking to himself as he went past.”
“Yeah, well. Hormones, mate. Sending him a bit barmy.”
“Yes, so I saw. Anything we can do?”
“Answers. Let’s just get answers before he stops thinking about food, his bladder and who swings what way, and maybe we can stop an all-out panic.”
“Absolutely. I’ve called the girls. They’ll be here shortly.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Nothing. I just said that I needed them here for urgent research. I mentioned nothing of you and Xander.”
“Good. Do me a favour?”
“And what would that be?”
“Don’t upset Xan. If we find out anything bad, like if he’s gonna drop a sprog with three heads, tell me first, yeah? Don’t just spring it on him.”
Giles couldn’t resist the pleading expression. Or was it an expression that promised immediate death? It was so hard to tell with Spike.
“Very well. I’ll pass that on to the girls.”
“You’d better. And hurry up and clear this bloody mess up. Xan’ll get all nauseous again if he comes back to this.”
“And, Spike, what will you be doing?”
Spike threw himself into a comfy chair. “I’ll be here, resting my weary feet, won’t I? Had a hard night.”
“Indeed. Couldn’t you at least put the kettle on?”
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Because I appear to be on vomit duty. Unless you want to trade?”
“No, no,” Spike said quickly, getting back up and making his way to the kitchen. “I’ll make the tea. You just carry on down there….And don’t forget the cushion.”
Giles mumbled and grumbled under his breath, scrubbing at the floor like a man gone mad.
“Hey, G-man, you know that’s not good for the carpet, right?”
Giles glared.
Xander shrugged.
Spike appeared with a tray of tea.
“Did you bring my crackers and cheese?” Xander asked.
“No.”
“Fine,” Xander said, with a bottom lip that wobbled slightly.
“Still got those mood swings, eh? Bloody hell. Hang on, I’ll get your sodding cheese and crackers.”
“Thanks. But don’t slice the cheese too thin, or I won’t be able to taste it. But not too thick either or I’ll get nightmares. And could you bring some orange juice, too? I’m extra thirsty. And…”
“And?” Spike asked impatiently.
“And…something feels…” Xander clutched at his stomach with hands that had begun to shake.
“Pet?”
“Shit. Something’s happening…something…Eeep!”
Spike rushed forward, dropping the tray of tea to the floor and steadying his friend before he could topple over backwards.
With an audible ‘pop,’ Xander’s belly doubled in size.
“Christ on a bike!”
“Oh my god!”
“Good Lord!”
“You got bigger!”
“I got bigger!”
“My carpet!”
TBC…
Thank you
And on another note, stay tuned for the sequel to See Me. Coming to a computer screen near you in just a few days. Told in 13 chapters that have already been written. I hope you enjoy.
On with the show!
Magic Moments 10/?
“Which way am I swinging? Um, that’s a tough question….well, it was, once. For a while I thought I swung both ways, but that was a long time ago. I actually worked it out quite recently.”
“Uh, Xan? What the buggery bollocks are you going on about?”
“I’m gay.”
“Excuse me?”
“Why, where are you going?”
“…Xander. Slow it down. Did you just say that you were gay?”
“Yeah. Why, were you expecting me to say that I was straight?”
“No. I mean, yes…I mean…Actually, I wasn’t really expecting either!”
“Really? So you thought I was bi?”
“No! None of the above. That wasn’t what I asked you.”
“Yes, it was.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“*Yes,* it was.”
“*No,* it wasn’t.
“*Yes*…”
“Blinkin’ flip, Xander. I meant what mood swing were you having.”
“Oh! I see.” Xander stared up at the ceiling and had a quick think. “I’m feeling…talkative.”
“So I noticed.”
“How about you?”
“Me? I’m feeling…a little shocked.”
“*No,* I mean which way do you *swing*?”
And this is the moment that Giles chooses to enter the scene.
“I’d better get my migraine tablets,” he said, after a small pause and a shake of his head.
“Bleedin’ heck. Good timing, lame-brain,” Spike said, motioning for Xander to sit back down. “You,” he said, pointing at the mother of his child, “are not yourself. Now lie back and take some deep breaths and wotnot. Calm yourself, yeah?”
“I am calm! But…”
Spike sighed heavily and wondered with a small amount of fear what was coming next.
“…Spike, do you think someone could clean up my sick? It smells really bad and I don’t want to smell it when I start eating again, which will be soon, by the way. Did you get cheese? Of course you did. And the crackers? The wholemeal ones? I just love those. A bit healthier than I’m really comfortable with, but hey, sometimes you just have to go with the flow.”
“Erm, yeah, crackers,” Spike said, having blocked out most of the babble after the request for vomit clearance. This, on top of the revelation that Xander was gay and the whole mystical pregnancy, was actually starting to freak him out.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“…What? Yeah! ‘Course I’m listening. You said something about being crackers.”
“That wasn’t what I said! You weren’t listening!”
“I was trying.”
“Nobody ever listens to me. Like that time in Chem class. I told them I shouldn’t be trusted with flammable liquids, but did they listen? No, of course not. And that time that Buffy made me eat her pudding surprise? I told her I hated fish…”
“Alright, Xan. Don’t get upset. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening. I’m just a bit thrown by everything…oh, bloody hell, don’t start bawling!”
“I’m not! I-I have something in my eye. And…and I think I might be having one of those mood swing thingies.”
“So I noticed…”
“And I need to pee.”
“Right. Thanks for that. Go on, then. Go do your human stuff and I’ll…get Giles to clean this mess up.”
Xander nodded happily and heaved himself up from the couch. “’Kay. Human stuff.”
Spike watched Xander walked away. This was all just crazy. Where was it all going to end? So, Xander was pregnant. That in itself was seriously weird. But gay? Xander was *gay*?
This is even bigger than a nipper!
Hang on. No it isn’t.
Yes. It is.
No. It isn’t.
Come on! Of course it is! Xander Harris, the guy you lusted after *all* last year has just confessed to you that he swings your way.
I did not lust after him all year.
Yes. You did.
I did not!
Yes. You did.
No. If you must know, I thought he was fit. But I never actually wanted him.
Oh, puurlease!
Okay, okay, maybe I wanted him a bit. And it wasn’t all year.
Wasn’t it?
Okay, it was.
Jesus! Why am I arguing with myself? And over whether I fancy Xander Harris? Come on. You’ve got priorities, here! Baby? Imminent?
“Bloody hell. I’m losing my sodding mind.”
“Quite,” Giles remarked, walking back into the room with a handful of cleaning equipment. “And I don’t think you’re the only one. Is Xander quite alright? He was talking to himself as he went past.”
“Yeah, well. Hormones, mate. Sending him a bit barmy.”
“Yes, so I saw. Anything we can do?”
“Answers. Let’s just get answers before he stops thinking about food, his bladder and who swings what way, and maybe we can stop an all-out panic.”
“Absolutely. I’ve called the girls. They’ll be here shortly.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Nothing. I just said that I needed them here for urgent research. I mentioned nothing of you and Xander.”
“Good. Do me a favour?”
“And what would that be?”
“Don’t upset Xan. If we find out anything bad, like if he’s gonna drop a sprog with three heads, tell me first, yeah? Don’t just spring it on him.”
Giles couldn’t resist the pleading expression. Or was it an expression that promised immediate death? It was so hard to tell with Spike.
“Very well. I’ll pass that on to the girls.”
“You’d better. And hurry up and clear this bloody mess up. Xan’ll get all nauseous again if he comes back to this.”
“And, Spike, what will you be doing?”
Spike threw himself into a comfy chair. “I’ll be here, resting my weary feet, won’t I? Had a hard night.”
“Indeed. Couldn’t you at least put the kettle on?”
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Because I appear to be on vomit duty. Unless you want to trade?”
“No, no,” Spike said quickly, getting back up and making his way to the kitchen. “I’ll make the tea. You just carry on down there….And don’t forget the cushion.”
Giles mumbled and grumbled under his breath, scrubbing at the floor like a man gone mad.
“Hey, G-man, you know that’s not good for the carpet, right?”
Giles glared.
Xander shrugged.
Spike appeared with a tray of tea.
“Did you bring my crackers and cheese?” Xander asked.
“No.”
“Fine,” Xander said, with a bottom lip that wobbled slightly.
“Still got those mood swings, eh? Bloody hell. Hang on, I’ll get your sodding cheese and crackers.”
“Thanks. But don’t slice the cheese too thin, or I won’t be able to taste it. But not too thick either or I’ll get nightmares. And could you bring some orange juice, too? I’m extra thirsty. And…”
“And?” Spike asked impatiently.
“And…something feels…” Xander clutched at his stomach with hands that had begun to shake.
“Pet?”
“Shit. Something’s happening…something…Eeep!”
Spike rushed forward, dropping the tray of tea to the floor and steadying his friend before he could topple over backwards.
With an audible ‘pop,’ Xander’s belly doubled in size.
“Christ on a bike!”
“Oh my god!”
“Good Lord!”
“You got bigger!”
“I got bigger!”
“My carpet!”
TBC…