Backfire - Spander Files

and slammed his fist into the wall. Brought it back and did it again. Brought it back
and - was grabbed from behind and shoved into a chair.
He struggled violently as Giles tried to hold him there. “Please, Xander, stop. Please
don’t hurt yourself.”
Xander managed to push Giles away again and ran out of the office, running smack
into Buffy as she entered the library. The Slayer staggered back a couple of steps.
Xander was sprawled on the ground.
“Oh! Xander!” Buffy panicked and was helping him up immediately. “I’m so sorry.
Are you okay? Why are you here? I didn’t expect you today.”
The anger inside of Xander was about to throw up all over Buffy. Then he saw
Willow step up behind Buffy, and he instantly became Suppression-Boy. It was an
art.
“Hey, Buff, hey Wills! What do you mean? Of course I’m here. What? Are you
talking about that little bout of unconsciousness this weekend?” He waved the
experience away. “Oh, that was just a nap. You know me! I’m all about nap-time.
Hey, wouldn’t it be great if we still had nap-time at school? Catch a little shut-eye
in the middle of math class. Well, I suppose I do that anyway, but you know, if we
all did it at the same time…”
He put his arms around Buffy and Willow and continued the babble-speak as he led
them out of the library just as the first warning bell rang.
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*
When Spike opened his eyes, he was looking directly at Angel. “Bloody hell. That‘s
a face I was happy not to wake up to for a hundred years.”
Angel was crouched down in front of him as Spike maneuvered himself to a more
comfortable sitting position against the wall. “Afternoon, Spike. We have to talk.”
Spike automatically reached for the cigarettes in his coat pocket, before discovering