kerravonsen | As Requested

mistraltoes requested I have expanded the Xander-pillow ficlet into a longer story, though this is still quite short, and some might still call it not a proper story. Oh well. I also included the Buffy-putty-faced ficlet idea as I was going.

Unfortunately I can't think of a title, but here it is.

(Untitled)

by Kathryn Andersen

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"Ooof!"

All the breath went out of Xander's body as the demon threw him against the tree. It turned back to where Giles and Willow were chanting over the fire.

Distraction, you're supposed to be a distraction, Xander thought as he pulled himself to his feet. He opened his mouth, but was beaten to it.

"Hey, putty-face!" Buffy called out as she sprang in front of the creature. It did indeed look as if it had been molded roughly out of putty or clay, with only black holes for its eyes and mouth.

Hey, that's my line, Xander thought as Buffy kicked and punched at the demon. Even Buffy's actions were just a distraction, because none of her blows were able to connect with the creature, as it flowed out of the way of her hands and feet. It was solid enough when it hit back, though.

It had just tossed Buffy aside again -- a toss which she naturally turned into a backflip -- when Giles and Willow shouted together, "Accompli! Accompli! Accompli!"

A cloud of pink smoke surrounded the demon, and it shrieked, high and thin like an old-fashioned tea kettle. The smoke whirled, faster and faster, spiralling tighter and smaller, until it vanished, the demon vanishing with it.

***

"Giles, have you ever thought of investing in a more comfortable couch?" Xander squirmed uncomfortably as the bruises in his back made themselves known.

"That's what cushions are for," the Englishman answered mildly.

Buffy perkily threw a cushion in Xander's face.

"Thanks," Xander said dryly, and put the cushion behind his back. Thanks to Slayer healing, Buffy probably didn't have any bruises at all.

Buffy turned back to Giles. "So, do you think we'll be having any more of those liquid-clay demons turning up?"

Xander ignored the continuing slayage post-mortem. It wasn't like he had anything to contribute to the discussion. It wasn't really like he had anything much to contribute, full stop. Buffy was the muscle, Giles was the brains, Willow was the brains too, and the magick. She and Giles had stayed up all night researching the spell they'd used. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Willow yawning next to him. What was he? He was the comedy relief. Something light and fluffy -- like a pillow. He had the muscles of a pillow, that was for sure. As useless in a fight as a pillow. Xander sighed. Mister Pillow-man, that was him.

His eyes turned back to the general conversation. Buffy was gesturing excitedly, and Giles was shaking his head. Something bumped Xander's shoulder.

He looked down. Willow was using his shoulder as a pillow.

Pillow-man, indeed! For a moment he was tempted to wake her up, but instead he put his arm over her shoulders, and she snuggled unconsciously closer. What was he moping about, really? Worried that he wasn't a macho hero? But he was here, he stuck around after the hero departed into the sunset, he helped pick up the pieces. Provided comfort and rest. Mister Pillow Man! Because isn't that what pillows are for?

Xander smiled.

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