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12 October 2006 @ 10:13 pm
The air was brisk; a nice cool breeze ruffled His hair as Xander stood outside of their rental car shop and took a sip of coffee. It was nice to get out of the hotel and into the fresh air and now that they had a rental car of their own Faith and Xander would be free to explore Boston without worrying about public transportation.

It was late morning they had just dropped Miss Cordelia Chase off at the airport so she could finally go home to be with her Ghost friend. Xander did not ask any questions, at this point he had learned it was best not to.

He was happy to be alone with Faith, after a night of sex his body was aching but he was happy. It had been a while since he had felt so comfortable with a woman. Granted Faith was hardly an easy gal to be with but Xand was easy going enough for two and he was sure he could roll with all the punches, both literal and figurative.

“So what do you want to do first? Want to visit some museums or get lunch?” Xand asked Faith as he led her to their rental car. “Or should the question be do you want to drive or should I?” He was certain that Faith would be the one best suited behind the wheel but Xander wanted to give her the choice. That way he would appear slightly manlier then he would just handing the girl the keys.

“I for one could go either way, though there is something thrilling about eating lunch in a museum.” The carpenter added with a smirk. Wow that did not sound at all dorky; what the hell did Faith see in him?
25 September 2006 @ 10:47 pm
Lips parted to protest the number of rooms when Cordelia interrupted with her offer to take the smaller. That surprised her enough into silence. Chase passing up a suite ? Wasn't that one of the signs of the Apocalypse ? A mental shrug and Xander stepped on her next attempted statement.

At the word 'married' Faith's head snapped around in attention to him, managing to keep her expression lacking in shock. Biting the inside of her lip to avoid the laughter that threatened to spill out at his ridiculous story, she was pulled closer by his arm around her.

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14 September 2006 @ 04:33 pm
“Mommy is that man a pirate?” Xander grunted slightly in his seat and turned his head to the window trying to fall back asleep. However a small girl with pig tales kept peeking over the back of her seat trying to watch him. “He has an eye-patch but no parrot… maybe he lost his parrot.” The girl added tugging at her mother’s sleeve but was once again ignored. Her mother was asleep herself and had learned to sleep through the continuous questions of a five year old girl.

“Hey mister are you a pirate?” Xander gave up and straightened in his seat as he wiped some drool off his mouth.

“Umm are you talking to me?” Xander asked groggily checking his watch. He would be due in Boston in about a half hour so at least this horribly train ride from hell was nearly over.

“Yes because I once saw a movie and it had pirates in it and they were ‘Arghhh matey I will get your bootey.’” The girl made a hook with her index finger and jabbed at the seat a few times. Xander just smiled, the one nice thing about kids was they never minced words. Sometimes this was preferable to being around adults who avoided eye contact and squirmed a little every time the carpenter adjusted his patch.

“Well I will tell you a secret.” Xander whispered leaning up. “I am a pirate and I am in search of treasure. Do you have any?” The girl nodded as if she was part of this conspiracy and picked up a can of root beer.

“I have this would that be treasure enough?” The girl asked with a small grin.

“Hmm well if you can scrounge up some chips and cookies that would be a mighty good treasure indeed.” The pirate replied really laying it on. It worked though and soon Xander was munching on chips and sipping soda as the train was making its way to the station.

When the train arrived Xander’s legs felt weak and springy from lack of use. He had no idea why he was in Boston or why he had taken the train to get there. Well train was cheaper but still that did not begin to answer the first question.

Still Buffy no longer needed his help and though he had loved Africa it was nice to be somewhere familiar; or at least more familiar than Africa.

(Tag Faith, you can move cordy along and say that the train station is also a airport if you want)