Title: My Favourite Weapon
POV: Xander (BtVS)
Author: elizalavelle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Notes: This covers events in the season 7 finale. It was written for a fic challenge at the
whedonland community. The prompt was "my favourite weapon."
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all, I just play from time to time.
My favourite weapon is Buffy. I have enough brains in my head to recognize how lucky we are to have her. I love her and I trust in her to the very end of the world. Sometimes I trust her beyond the end of the world if the situation calls for that.
Anya doesn't fight with me anymore about Buffy. When we started dating she argued a lot about how much time I spent with Buffy. She was blunt, even more blunt than Cordelia had been. Anya thought that if I was in awe of Buffy's slayer powers then I'd be hopping into bed with her if the opportunity arose. That suspicion didn't go away until after we had broken up and Buffy and I were both single and nothing happened between us.
Anya doesn't fight with me anymore about Buffy. We reconciled. Actually we reconciled on the kitchen floor in Buffy's house. Buffy still doesn't know and we both decided that we should keep it that way.
My favourite weapon was still Buffy. Anya said that she preferred swords. Back in her demon days she'd been given formal training. I've seen her spar with Giles and she's actually pretty good. She asked me what weapon I wanted to have when we went to the Hellmouth. I said that I just wanted Buffy on my side. Anya pointed out that actually we now had two Slayers who would be on our side and if Willow pulled off her magical override we should have enough Slayers to do some real damage to the army of The First.
I told her that Buffy was my favorite weapon. We could have an army of Slayers but no Buffy and I'd be worried about surviving. If Buffy was there then it was as comforting as holding your favorite sword, or stake, or gun. She'd gotten Willow and I through things we never should have survived. If it weren't for her we both would have died back in tenth grade. Buffy always has been the one weapon I could count on to never fail me. With her by my side I knew we'd walk out of this okay.
Anya doesn't fight with me anymore about Buffy. I think she was starting to get it as the battle drew near. The morning of the end of Sunnydale I kissed Anya softly on the forehead and whispered to her, “don't worry about a thing. Buffy will get us through, and then we can fight about how much I trust her, and then find somewhere creative to make up.” I remember grinning at her while she rolled her eyes. I remember thinking that even though I was scared things were going to be alright.
My favourite weapon is Buffy. She still gets us through things that Willow and I should not be able to survive. If it weren't for her we both would have died back in tenth grade.
Anya doesn't fight with me anymore about Buffy.