( Notes from the Road )

The cheerleading statue in the case next to Xander ( was staring at him... )

( Pack a bag, Buffy had told him. )

This whole 'get some sleep' thing was easier said than done, Xander decided, but then, that was hospitals for you. Not that they hadn't hooked him up with the good drugs, he'd give 'em that, but the problem was they were just good enough that when he did close his eyes and drift off, ( everything bloomed again in color and light behind the lids )

5 times Xander and Faith surprised each other ( Dirty )

November 12th, 2002, evening

Patrolling a cemetery by himself would be stupid, and Xander might be dumb sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. That's why he wasn't patrolling a cemetery by himself. He was just hanging around. In a cemetery. By himself.

( Okay, not really. )

Ten years from now if you ask Xander Harris what he remembers about today, it'll be the same things he could list off when he wakes up tomorrow. What's sharp and what's blurred won't change. It's utterly random and utterly not, less about meaning than it is about sounds, pictures, the feeling of wind whipping his clothes and slicing into his cheek ( Read more... )

E-mail sent from a cell-phone, stopped at a traffic light:

( Dear Dawn )

From: xharris@ucsd.edu
To: bridge.carson@fandomhigh.net

( Dear Bridge: )

October 27th, 2001, late
October 28th, 2001, early
Many, Many Beers Later

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