FIC: Mornings After Are Hell
TITLE: Mornings After Are Hell
AUTHOR: Demona
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / NCIS
PAIRING: Xander/Tony
RATING: PG13
WORD COUNT: 1000!
WARNINGS: Xander/Tony (slash pairing), hangover
SUMMARY: Sometimes first dates don’t go as well as planned.
DISCLAIMER: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of NCIS belong to Bellesario, CBS, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
NOTES: Follows this: Morning Routine, set before this: Well That Was Embarrassing. Ficlets are written out of chronological order in this series.
BETA: kaylashay81
WRITTEN FOR: picfor1000
Xander had barely made it to the end of the stairs when the chatter of the girls in the kitchen almost brought him to his knees. His head pounded, he swore he could feel his brain expanding to bounce off his skull and contract back against itself. He swallowed down the urge to vomit and his nose scrunched up at dryness of his mouth and seemingly oversized tongue. Ugh, he was never drinking again.
He knew he needed Tylenol, unfortunately the Tylenol was in the kitchen, filled with an over-exuberant group of teenage girls, some who were getting ready for school, some work, but all of them were way too loud for his liking. Mustering up all the strength he had, and preparing for the pounding to grow exponentially, he turned the corner and headed into the kitchen.
The overhead light, combined with the morning light spilling in from the large windows in the kitchen, sent stabbing shards of pain into Xander’s eye and he immediately put up a hand to shield him from the majority of it. Blessedly, the kitchen came to complete silence as he made his way through the mass of girls to pull open the medicine cabinet. He pulled down the bottle of extra-strength Tylenol and shook out a few into his palm.
A glass of water appeared over his shoulder by a brave soul and he took it with a grunt that he hoped was interpreted as grateful. The pills went down easily, quickly followed by the rest of the glass of water, and he took another moment to make sure they weren’t going to come back up before he turned to face his girls.
The dozen of them that remained in the kitchen were all eyeing him warily. He knew they were debating whether it was best to run for safety now, or stick it out to witness the aftermath of Xander’s date. Just the thought of his date made him want to throw up again. God. Tony was never going to want to talk to him again. He couldn’t believe he’d drank that much last night.
“You gonna make it?” Vi asked with barely contained sarcastic glee. He hated her a little for it.
“Unfortunately it seems so,” he muttered and shuffled past Katie and Stephanie to slide onto the closest island barstool. He let his head come to rest against the granite countertop and was relieved to feel the cool stone against his forehead.
“This, girls, is why drinking is never a good idea,” Vi continued and he heard some giggling.
“Ugh, inside voices,” he muttered and Vi laughed out loud at that one.
“Hangover from Hell. It serves you right. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you that drunk…and what were you thinking anyway? You’ll be lucky if Tony ever speaks to you again after you got that drunk on your first date,” Vi scolded him.
One of the cabinets was opened and a dish pulled out, grating against the one beneath it, before the door swung shut with a thud and Xander winced. He lifted his head to glare just as Vi nudged the silverware drawer shut with a bump of her hip, perhaps a little harder than she needed to, and it slammed shut with a bang of shifting metal. Xander watched transfixed as Vi fixed his breakfast for him, plopping the spoon in the finished product and pushing it towards him.
He actually managed to flash a grateful smile at her as he picked up the spoon and set about dunking all the flakes in the milk to soften them to mush before he ate them. “You almost threw up in his Mustang,” Vi continued after a moment’s pause.
“Who’s Mustang?” Xander asked, looking up to meet Vi’s smirk.
“Tony’s,” she told him, and he could hear the ‘duh’ even though she didn’t say it.
“Tony has a Mustang?”
“You don’t remember the ride home?” Rachel blurted out, and he could hear the absolute shock in her voice.
He winced and looked down, embarrassed at the example he was setting for his girls.
“Again, let this be a lesson to you all. Drinking to the point of stupidity will get you killed, unless you have a hot-ass NCIS agent to drive you home. Now, out of the kitchen, go finish getting ready,” Vi shooed everyone else out of the kitchen, leaving Xander with his cereal that suddenly didn’t look all that appetizing.
He dropped the spoon into the bowl and pushed it away from him. “So I didn’t throw up in his car?” he quietly asked Vi as she leaned against the side of the island opposite him.
“He said it was a miracle of God that you managed to hold it in until he pulled off the highway and pushed the door open for you. Apparently you missed the door itself by centimeters.” Vi laughed and shook her head. “You’re lucky Tony DiNozzo is an upstanding member of society,” her voice took on a serious tone. “You’re lucky that you didn’t run into anything that could have eaten you last night.”
“Yeah. That won’t be happening, ever again,” he readily agreed and scrubbed his hand across his face.
“Why’d it happen last night, anyway? I thought you were pretty excited about the whole thing.”
Xander shrugged. “First date I’ve been on since I can remember. First date I’ve ever been on with another guy,” Xander tossed out the excuses but he knew it was just a horrible mistake that it happened like it did.
“Good news, champ, Callie saw Tony this morning and he’s going to let you treat him to dinner tomorrow night to make up for ruining your first date!” Vi told him as she rounded the island to pat him on the back, a little harder than was necessary, and left him alone in the kitchen.
Xander didn’t know whether he was relieved or horrified that Tony would subject himself to a second date.
AUTHOR: Demona
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / NCIS
PAIRING: Xander/Tony
RATING: PG13
WORD COUNT: 1000!
WARNINGS: Xander/Tony (slash pairing), hangover
SUMMARY: Sometimes first dates don’t go as well as planned.
DISCLAIMER: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of NCIS belong to Bellesario, CBS, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
NOTES: Follows this: Morning Routine, set before this: Well That Was Embarrassing. Ficlets are written out of chronological order in this series.
BETA: kaylashay81
WRITTEN FOR: picfor1000
Xander had barely made it to the end of the stairs when the chatter of the girls in the kitchen almost brought him to his knees. His head pounded, he swore he could feel his brain expanding to bounce off his skull and contract back against itself. He swallowed down the urge to vomit and his nose scrunched up at dryness of his mouth and seemingly oversized tongue. Ugh, he was never drinking again.
He knew he needed Tylenol, unfortunately the Tylenol was in the kitchen, filled with an over-exuberant group of teenage girls, some who were getting ready for school, some work, but all of them were way too loud for his liking. Mustering up all the strength he had, and preparing for the pounding to grow exponentially, he turned the corner and headed into the kitchen.
The overhead light, combined with the morning light spilling in from the large windows in the kitchen, sent stabbing shards of pain into Xander’s eye and he immediately put up a hand to shield him from the majority of it. Blessedly, the kitchen came to complete silence as he made his way through the mass of girls to pull open the medicine cabinet. He pulled down the bottle of extra-strength Tylenol and shook out a few into his palm.
A glass of water appeared over his shoulder by a brave soul and he took it with a grunt that he hoped was interpreted as grateful. The pills went down easily, quickly followed by the rest of the glass of water, and he took another moment to make sure they weren’t going to come back up before he turned to face his girls.
The dozen of them that remained in the kitchen were all eyeing him warily. He knew they were debating whether it was best to run for safety now, or stick it out to witness the aftermath of Xander’s date. Just the thought of his date made him want to throw up again. God. Tony was never going to want to talk to him again. He couldn’t believe he’d drank that much last night.
“You gonna make it?” Vi asked with barely contained sarcastic glee. He hated her a little for it.
“Unfortunately it seems so,” he muttered and shuffled past Katie and Stephanie to slide onto the closest island barstool. He let his head come to rest against the granite countertop and was relieved to feel the cool stone against his forehead.
“This, girls, is why drinking is never a good idea,” Vi continued and he heard some giggling.
“Ugh, inside voices,” he muttered and Vi laughed out loud at that one.
“Hangover from Hell. It serves you right. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you that drunk…and what were you thinking anyway? You’ll be lucky if Tony ever speaks to you again after you got that drunk on your first date,” Vi scolded him.
One of the cabinets was opened and a dish pulled out, grating against the one beneath it, before the door swung shut with a thud and Xander winced. He lifted his head to glare just as Vi nudged the silverware drawer shut with a bump of her hip, perhaps a little harder than she needed to, and it slammed shut with a bang of shifting metal. Xander watched transfixed as Vi fixed his breakfast for him, plopping the spoon in the finished product and pushing it towards him.
He actually managed to flash a grateful smile at her as he picked up the spoon and set about dunking all the flakes in the milk to soften them to mush before he ate them. “You almost threw up in his Mustang,” Vi continued after a moment’s pause.
“Who’s Mustang?” Xander asked, looking up to meet Vi’s smirk.
“Tony’s,” she told him, and he could hear the ‘duh’ even though she didn’t say it.
“Tony has a Mustang?”
“You don’t remember the ride home?” Rachel blurted out, and he could hear the absolute shock in her voice.
He winced and looked down, embarrassed at the example he was setting for his girls.
“Again, let this be a lesson to you all. Drinking to the point of stupidity will get you killed, unless you have a hot-ass NCIS agent to drive you home. Now, out of the kitchen, go finish getting ready,” Vi shooed everyone else out of the kitchen, leaving Xander with his cereal that suddenly didn’t look all that appetizing.
He dropped the spoon into the bowl and pushed it away from him. “So I didn’t throw up in his car?” he quietly asked Vi as she leaned against the side of the island opposite him.
“He said it was a miracle of God that you managed to hold it in until he pulled off the highway and pushed the door open for you. Apparently you missed the door itself by centimeters.” Vi laughed and shook her head. “You’re lucky Tony DiNozzo is an upstanding member of society,” her voice took on a serious tone. “You’re lucky that you didn’t run into anything that could have eaten you last night.”
“Yeah. That won’t be happening, ever again,” he readily agreed and scrubbed his hand across his face.
“Why’d it happen last night, anyway? I thought you were pretty excited about the whole thing.”
Xander shrugged. “First date I’ve been on since I can remember. First date I’ve ever been on with another guy,” Xander tossed out the excuses but he knew it was just a horrible mistake that it happened like it did.
“Good news, champ, Callie saw Tony this morning and he’s going to let you treat him to dinner tomorrow night to make up for ruining your first date!” Vi told him as she rounded the island to pat him on the back, a little harder than was necessary, and left him alone in the kitchen.
Xander didn’t know whether he was relieved or horrified that Tony would subject himself to a second date.