Anya and Paige
Anya scratched her head as she waited for Paige to orb in. When she did, Anya's face broke out into a grin. Paige handed Anya a box.
"There. Xander says it wasn't easy, but it happened. Obviously."
"Thank you. Tell him that."
Paige nodded and orbed out, and Anya skipped back down to the room she shared with Andrew. She threw the door open and held the box up.
"Andrew, may I introduce you to... Obi Wan Kenobi."
Andrew
Andrew looked up from his notes, and gasped. "You, you really got it! Wow!" He got up from his seat and walked over to her. "I...thank you, Anya."
Anya
Anya grinned and handed the box to him.
"No problem. Just uh... keep him away from Trogdor."
Andrew
Andrew cradled the box protectively. "More like keep Trogdor away from you," he said.
He walked over to the shelf and carefully put Obi Wan up with other action figures. He sighed a happy little sigh as he stepped back a few steps and looked at them.
Anya
"Yes. That to."
Anya smiled.
"So... there's no hope of playing with them again?"
Andrew
"NO!" Andrew turned to look at her, horrified. "Ah, no. Please no, Anya."
Anya
Anya giggled.
"Kidding, monkey, kidding."
She rolled her eyes.
"Shall we go find some lunch?"
Andrew
"Yeah, that sounds good." Andrew nodded in relief that his precious action figures seemed to be safe for the moment. "We need to do some grocery shopping soon..."
Anya
"We should look into getting our own house."
Anya started the lead them to the door.
"It would be nice to have our own space for the girls as well."
Andrew
"Yes, that's a good point. Giles would be able to organise it, wouldn't he?" Andrew asked as he followed her. "Being the man who funds the Slayers and all...we should look for people we could recruit into being Watchers. Another person to help train would be good."
Anya
"Maybe Xander. I don't think Faith needs a Watcher anymore."
Anya's expression crinkled slightly.
"However, he might've found another reason to stay with her."
Andrew
Andrew looked at Anya warily. "You think? I always found Faith more then slightly terrifying. But then again, people tend to make me nervous."
Anya
"Xander and 'Little Miss I'm Such A Hussy' have decided to shack up together," Anya said bitterly.
Andrew
"Well, didn't see that one coming," Andrew said quietly. "Are you...are you alright?"
ANya
"Of course I'm not alright! Observe my-my bitter ranting. Hear the shrill edge of hysteria in my voice!"
Anya signed.
"Fine, let's go. And I'll stew in my impotent rage."
Andrew
"Ok..." Andrew walked to her side and touched her arm gently. "I...if you want to talk, I'm willing to listen," he offered softly. "Where do you want to go for lunch?"
Anya
"It doesn't matter," Anya said, sighing.
"Sorry, I don't want to take it out on you."
Andrew
"I, I'm very good at being a punching bag. High school was...not very pleasant. And I did mean what I said..." Andrew said slowly. "I...I don't mind, really. And watching the person you love go out with someone else? I've done that a lot..."
Anya
Anya patted Andrew's shoulder.
"But high school is over."
She smiled.
"I'm ok. Or I will be. You love someone?"
Andrew
"Did." Andrew shrugged uncomfortably. "Just normal teenage angst and unrequited love. But I did get beat up at least once a week by her jock boyfriend. And thank god high school is over. You know, that's the one thing I really wish I'd been able to do that Buffy and the Scoobies did. They blew up the high school."
Anya
Anya nodded.
"Yes, it was a crazy plan. I scarpered."
She smiled.
"But it worked. The exploding, not the scarpering. Well, that worked too."
Andrew
"Yeah. But sometimes discretion is the better part of valour." Andrew shuffled his feet. "What do you want to get for lunch?"
Anya
"Hmmm."
Anya walked on for a bit.
"Just go to the kitchens and rustle something up?"
Andrew
"That...that sounds good. Do you want me to cook something?" Andrew offered. "Omelettes or something?"
Anya and Oz
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
They'd reached the kitchens when Oz and Devon came running out, giggling.
"I have the munnnnchieees!" Oz yelled, which was fairly unusual for the normally laid back, laconic werewolf. Anya figured they were stoned.
Andrew
Andrew stared for a moment. "Riiight..." He shook his head and started getting things out for his and Anya's lunch. "I probably better make enough for a lot of us. Otherwise we won't actually get any, Anya."
Anya and Oz
Anya perched onto a seat and leaned on her hands.
"I'm so worn out from training with the girls."
Oz and Devon followed them into the kitchens.
"Munchies, munchies, munchies," Devon sang and then Oz joined in. "Munchies, munchies!"
Andrew
Andrew laughed as he cracked eggs into a bowl and started mixing them all together.
"Eggs are so gross when they aren't cooked," Decon declared. "They're slimy and weird looking."
Anya and Oz
"And they make sweeeeeet love!" Oz replied. "Just like hobbits."
Anya crinkled her brow, but she was laughing.
Andrew
"Wasn't there some deal with evil eggs at Sunnydale High one time?" Andrew asked as he beat the eggs up, then put the bowl down for a minute tp get out a frying pan. He sliced some cheese, andchopped up some ham and mushrooms and other nummy things to put into an omelette as he waited for the frying pan to heat up so he could cook.
"Yeah...once. Evil mind bendy controlling egg things!" Devon said, throwing his arms about.
Oz and Anya
"But we were stoned. So it was all good," Oz put in.
Anya shook her head. "Was there a time when you weren't stoned?"
Andrew
"Uh, I think there were a couple of days when I couldn't reach my dealer...and oh yeah, there was this time when my pot got *lost*," Devon said, giving Oz a dirty look.
"Is there anything people wouldn't like on their omelettes, or should I just put everything in?" Andrew asked.
"There's ham, isn't there?"
"Yeah..."
"That'll do me."
Oz and Anya
"Nah, omelette however you wanna make it, Drew, should be cool," Oz said, leaning back into his chair, before realising it was a stool and losing balance.
Anya quickly caught his back and pushed him back upright again.
"And just so you know, you did lose it," Oz grinned.
Andrew
"It just magically walked off and disappeared, did it?" Devon exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. "Just like that? The fact that you were all stoned was just a co, co, co, thingie that meant it really didn't mean anything at all and was utterly unconnected, I suppose?"
"Coincidence?" Andrew asked as he flipped the first omelette.
"That's the word!"
Anya and Oz
"We were high on life," Oz replied, chuckling to himself.
Anya shook her head. "Insane. You're insane."
"Probably."
Andrew
"Here you are, Anya," Andrew said as he deftly slid the omelette onto a plate and handed it to her before getting started on the next one.
"I'd say, so what? Insanity's fun when you get there," Devon said thoughtfully as he watched Andrew pour egg mix into the frying pan. "You're a handy guy to have around, Drew."
"Thanks..."
Anya and Oz
"Come to our gig tonight!" Oz said suddenly.
"Huh?" Anya looked up from her omelette.
"We're playing at some, oh, it's called... Fi... Fi... it's a club, and... there's flames, and water!"
"Fire and Ice?"
"Yeah! Ice is cool, it's water, but not!"
Andrew
"Is there an apocalypse coming?" Devon asked suddenly.
Andrew eyed him as he sliced mushrooms and some onion into the omelette. "I don't think so...why?"
"Cos Oz is TALKING! Talking! With *words*! In sentances!" Devon flung his arms around.
Andrew chuckled and sprinkled grated cheese into the omelette before adding bacon and some spices.
Oz and Anya
"I always talk."
Oz grinned as he snagged some of Anya's omelette.
Anya shook her head. "Anyway, yeah, do you wanna go, Andrew?"
Andrew
"Sounds cool to me," Andrew said happily. He liked living with Anya and the Slayer Potentials much better then he'd liked living with Buffy back in Sunnydale. They treated him like he was a person, and like his opinion actually mattered. They didn't mind when he went off on a talking jag that only another sci-fi fanatic would understand. It was what he'd wanted when he made the wish. Taken a bit, but he'd managed to get here in the end. People who thought of him as 'Andrew', rather then 'Tucker's brother'.
"It will be fantastic!" Devon bounced. "The club manager is excellent."
"Well, they're showing you, aren't they? They have to have some good points if they give you a gig," Andrew said. He flipped the omelette onto a plate and held ot out for either Devon or Oz to take it.
Oz and Anya
Oz took the plate, coming off his high, so he was starting to go back to one worded answers.
"Yeah."
"How long are you guys gonna be in New York?" Anya asked.
"Depends."
"Shall we invite the older Slayers?" Anya asked Andrew. "Might be good for them to get out and relax."
Andrew
"Might be an idea. Might stop them from whinging so much," Andrew said distractedly as he started to make Devon's omelette.
"I love New York!" Devon declared. "It's so cool. And we've actually been able to get some good gigs down here."
Oz and Anya
"Because clubs are none too picky," Oz replied softly, munching on his omelette.
"It is cool, Andrew and I were thinking about house hunting soon," Anya said, smiling at Andrew.
It was nice to actually have a friend, a real friend. She'd had Buffy and the scoobies, she supposed, but this was different. This was someone who understood her.
Andrew
"No, we're a good band," Devon said defensively. "That's why we get gigs."
"Here, Devon," Andrew interupted and handed the omelette on a plate to Devon.
"You're a fantastic guy, Drew. Looks great." Devon took it eagerly and started eating. Andrew smiled slightly and started to make his own.
"Yeah. Should we look for a house in this neighbourhood, or mmove somewhere else?" Andrew asked Anya.
Anya and Oz
"Might be good to be nearby the school," Anya said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, we're good," Oz mumbled.
"We'll need to think about a big house, who knows how many more potentials we'll find."
Andrew
Andrew slid the omelette onto a plate, then stuck the frying pan in the sink and ran water over it. Steam rose with a hiss, and he turned the tap off again. He got his plate and sat down at the table to eat. "Yeah. They're turning up everywhere. Which reminds me, I got an e-mail from Sophie the other day. You know, the Aussie girl we met in LA?"
"Dude! Tell! What Aussie girl? Was she hot?" Devon asked with interest.
"Her name's Sophie, she went back to Australia, she's a Slayer and she was pretty nice," Andrew answered Devon. "Apparently her father got a job in England, so they're moving to London. I already sent an e-mail to Giles about it, so she can get a Watcher. She didn't have one in Australia."
Oz and Anya
"More Slayers. Hmmm," Oz said, more to himself that anyone else.
"Hopefully it will work out then," Anya said. "Now, I'm going to wash myself, then go see what girls need training. I shall see you later, Andrew? Find out the details about tonight."
She stood and with a final wave, she was gone.
"Interesting," Oz said. "We start at seven. Right, Dev?"
Devon
"I think so..." Devon said dubiously. "I know I wrote it down somewhere. Mike would probably have a better idea though. He doesn't spend nearly as much time stoned as the rest of us."
Oz
Oz let out a chuckle.
"A good point."
He finished his omelette.
"Well, I'm going to practice."
Andrew
"Yeah, good idea if we're performing tonight." Devon finished his omelette and Andrew picked up his things and the others to wash them up. "Thanks for the lunch, dude. It was nummy!"
"No problem, Devon," Andrew said as he started to clean up.
"Practice, Oz, practice!" Devon bounced out of the room and Andrew washed up the lunch things thoughtfully.