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(Not Just) Me Against the World	By : astracindel Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 1862 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three

After several phone calls assuring parents he was more than capable of handling a small group of teenagers after working at a private girl's school in Cleveland; there would be adult supervision at all times; and giving his, Spike's, Dawn's and Rachel's cell numbers...all of the parents had agreed to the impromptu trip. Well, except for Brittany's parents. The girl said she wasn't really sure where they were, no one had answered any of the numbers he had called, and after hearing about her summer in the sewers Xander decided it would be safer for the girl to come with them, parental permission or not. How did the girl not get eaten during the summer? I thought Willow's parents were absent.
It had been dark for half an hour, so Spike was already at the Allen County Airport making sure of everything with the jet. Burt and Carol were going to drop Kurt off on their way to Akron. Tina's and Sam's parents were also going to bring their kids. Xander was prepared for more questions from the protective parents. Finding out there was a hunter in Lima had surprised Xander, the guy did admit he tried to stay out as much as possible for his family. Still, something about Dwight Evans' voice was bugging Xander, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
They'd picked up the bag Rachel's dads had ready for her and made sure Lord Tubbington would have plenty of food for a couple of days. They were currently waiting on Puck to throw some things in a bag and join them in the H3. Xander had not been a happy camper after speaking with Puck's PO. He'd had to listen to twenty minutes of the lady degrading the kid. She'd gone on and on about how Puck was a lost cause; that Xander would just be wasting his time trying to expose the boy to anything “cultural”. Then his mother had been just a bad! He could never imagine calling one of “his girls” a disappointment. With that kind of “support” how did they ever expect the boy to do anything? Rachel had spoken of the boy often. It was clear she really cared and worried about him. From what Xander could tell, he was actually a good kid that had just been dealt a crap hand in life, making the best he could of it without any real guidance. Well, Xander would be in Lima for at least the next year and a half, maybe he should see what he could do about that joke of probation and that PO. The back door of the H-3 opened, interrupting his inner musings. Puck climbed in the backseat with Rachel and Brittany, tossing a battered duffel bag into the cargo area. Ensuring everyone was buckled in, Xander headed out to the airport.
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Everyone else was loaded on the plane. Xander had not been mistaken. Burt Hummel and the Cohen-Changs had grilled him for another twenty minutes before deciding their kids would be safe. Mr. Hummel had lead the interrogation, and if Xander hadn't faced a pissed off slayer on a near daily basis for the last decade of his life, he'd probably been intimidated. After Brittany's and Puck's families, Xander was happy to see someone with so much interest in their child's life. He was relieved Dawn had already been on the plane when Sam's dad dropped him off. He'd final been able to figure out what was wrong with the man's voice. He was not looking forward to the call he needed to make to Buffy. He really hated the guy for putting him in this position; he'd always known the man was a lying coward. He just hopped he could make it without Sam and Dawn finding out on their own. Seeing the last of the bags going into the plane, Xander headed up the steps ready for take off.
Spike must have been speaking with the pilot, only the teens were visible when he entered the plan. You could almost see each one of them vibrating with excitement. They were all babbling, laughing and gesturing excitedly with their arms. Xander's chest swelled seeing the smile on Rachel's face. The girl had had a hard time since finding out she was a slayer. At first, she thought all of her dreams of being a star on Broadway were destroyed. They were able to assure her otherwise. There were five slayers in each borough of New York City. Two teams of two would patrol, with one slayer on down time. It may take some juggling, but they had all assured Rachel they could work things out, or she could just step back if she wanted. That idea was immediately shot down by the diva. Like all slayers, there was no walking away once she knew. She'd had a hard time in Cleveland for the semester she was there her Freshman year. By her own admission, the girl could be abrasive and many of the other girls just couldn't handle the star-to-be. Then, after coming to Lima, that same personality had caused the girl to go through four Watchers. Realizing that if Cordelia and Anya had ever had a love child it would be Rachel, it was decided that the only one who could possibly be a good Watcher for her was Xander. So, with the start of the new school year Spike and Xander found themselves settled in Lima for the foreseeable future; as of two years ago, where Xander went, Spike went. Speaking of the blond, he was walking down the aisle, taking a seat next to Rachel.
“Hi Spike! These are my friends Tina, Kurt, Sam, Brittany and Noah,” she introduced as everyone buckled themselves in.
“Yeah, Xan and I met Mr. T there a couple of nights ago. Gave him a ride home,” Spike smirked. Before Rachel could ask any questions Spike continued. “Glad the nancies let you come.”
“Don't call them that!”
“Wot, it's what they are. Or would you prefer arse bandits, pillow biters, fudge packers, knob-gobblers...”
“Shut up Spike!”
“They agreed with me the other day that it was a miracle they'd not burned down yer entire neighborhood, they're such flamin' poofters.”
“What is your problem, Spike? Who pissed in your Wheatabix?” Rachel ground out.
“Oi, just callin' it like I see it. Might need ta grow a pair if ya can't take it.”
“I can't believe you! One more word and I'm going to knock your head off!”
The other teens were watching the exchange with growing looks of horror. They had never heard Rachel yell like that. Kurt was pulling in on himself, and Puck was completely confused, he was positive Spike and Xander were together. What the hell?
“Come on little girl, get out of your seat and do it,” he smirked.
“I can't get out of my seat until...oh,” Rachel said, looking out the window. Her anger was completely gone. Then to the growing confusion of her friends, she smiled widely. “Thank you Spike.”
“One broken hand from you is enough, ta very much,” he grinned at the flushed slayer. “You know, yer dads just throw the insults right back. Might want to learn a thing or two from them before ya give yerself a stroke.”
Dawn and Xander finally succumbed to the looks of shocked horror on the other faces, breaking down into hysterical laughter. Catching her breath, Dawn explained, “Rachel absolutely hates take-offs. She's fine during the flight and landing, but just about has a nervous break down when taking off. We went to LA in October, and she squeezed Spike's hand so hard she cracked a couple of the bones. So, Spike was distracting her the best way he knows how, by being a total ass.”
“But those names are horrible!” Tina protested. “Look at Kurt!”
Finally looking at her friends, Rachel gasped at the look of pain on her friend's face. “Oh, Kurt. I'm so sorry!” Rachel was out of her seat and trying to comfort the shaking boy in a blink.
“That was totally uncool, dude,” Puck growled.
“Hey kid,” Spike addressed the shaken boy. “No harm meant. Didn't say anything I haven't said about Xan in the last two years.”
“What?” Kurt choked.
“What the bleached menace is trying to say in his own unique way,” Xander smacked the back of the blond's head, “is he's sorry. He knew Rachel would understand, but he didn't think about anyone else, as usual. Sadly, he'll probably say or do something to offend someone every few minutes, just know he's harmless.”
“Oi, I'm not harmless,” the blond protested.
“No kidding,” Puck muttered, thinking of the other night.
“Wait, I'm confused. You're okay with him calling you those degrading names?” Sam asked. Tina nodded, she was just as confused.
“Sweet William and his dark kitten,” Brittany giggled.
Spike's attention snapped to the blond cheerleader. Xander and Dawn were slacked jawed. Rachel had been around the two men long enough to know the stories. “Oh, my,” she breathed.
“She said “sweet” when I told them I don't sing and called me “sparkly” earlier,” Dawn whispered.
“What? Stop looking at her like that,” Kurt snapped.
“Oh gosh! I'm sorry. It's nothing bad. Brittany is a lot like someone we know. It's just a surprise, Dru is pretty unique," Dawn quickly assured the angry teen.
“The stars don't sing to me though,” Brittany said calmly. “I just know.” With that statement she looked at Rachel, causing the other girl to flinch in surprise. “It's why I wasn't scared in the sewers.”
“Now I'm really confused,” Tina whimpered.
“Brittany is just very insightful,” Xander covered. “Spike and I have been together for a bit over two years now and I've known him for nearly ten. I learned a long time ago to ignore anything he says.”
“You're gay?!” Kurt screeched.
“Ha, I knew it,” Puck smirked.
“Not soddin' gay,” Spike grumbled.
“But you guys are together?” Sam questioned. Looking at Xander, “But he's a...”
“Total jerk,” Xander jumped in. “I couldn't agree more.”
“Humans and their soddin' labels,” Spike said. “I want Xan. I have Xan. Simple as that. He can keep up with me, I trust him at my back, plus he has a a totally fuckable arse and a mouth that could suck...”
“Spike!” Dawn squealed. “TMI! Oh my god. I heard Anya enough times, I know he's a viking in the sack. I don't need to know about his gay viking prowess too.”
The cabin fell silent for a few seconds after the outburst. Then there was a snort, quickly followed by another. Soon everyone was laughing uproariously, the tension of the last several minutes melting away.
“When did you see Xan and Spike, Noah?” Rachel asked when everyone had calmed.
“Oh, I was taking a shortcut the other night. Stumbled onto them along the way,” Puck left out the part about the fight he had witnessed. “They offered a ride, saying the Lil' Star would never forgive them if I died of pneumonia or hypothermia.”
“Oh,” Rachel blushed.
“Described him to a tee, Star,” Spike grinned broadly at the growing blush.
“You accepted a ride from strangers?” Kurt glared. For some reason, that glare made Puck feel little a naughty child.
“I'm a bad-ass. Besides, they have a H-3, Hummel. No way I'm passing up a ride in one of those,” Puck shrugged.
“That bad-assness is going to get you killed, Puck,” Kurt huffed. Puck felt a flutter in his chest. It may have been said like he was talking to a child, but Puck knew enough about Hummel to know it meant he cared.
“Where are we going to go first?” Tina asked.
Xander and Spike sat back and listened to the teens gossip and laugh for the rest of the flight.
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