(no subject)

[articulatedream.livejournal.com]

Title:who wants utopia?
author:articulatedream
rating:pg13
summary:a follow up to last weeks piece..the scoobies find out about Xander's untimely demise...







Moonlight filtered in through the large windows, dancing over the floor but being ultimately moot, outdone by the soft white lamplight that filled the room.


It was after midnight on a wednesday, and yet again Willow was nose deep in books that were older than her family name. Something was awry. Smiling for a brief moment, Willow tried to piece it together yet again.

It had been almost two months to the day since the last apocalypse. Snce Xander had been killed. There were always casualities in war. There were always deaths. It was a fact she had come to terms with at a young age. Living in Sunnydale, it was an unavoidable truth. And while not particularly, in some ways she had long ago numbed to what it was.

But this was different. This wasn't a nameless faceless casualty. It was Xander. He'd been part of the scoobies before they'd even known what scoobies were. Now he was another name to add to the list. Another name on a list that was too long anyway.

But there was something...that was just off. She couldn't figure it out, but she wasn't the only one who felt that way. Buffy had been having weird slayer-y dreams, And Giles was being unusually tight lipped. Especially after Angel's last visit. There was something not right going on, and she meant to figure out exactly what it was.

"Willow.."
"mmm?" The red hed looked up from pouring over scores of papers and books she'd spent the last few weeks collecting and using to piece together the puzzle of what had happened.

Standing in the doorway, was Angel Tara peeking over one of his broad shoulders.

"Angel..what are you doing here?"
"I have information you probably want to know about." Willow's eyes widened and she could feel her body tense, hoping, praying it was information about Xander. She licked her lips, to wet them before speaking.
"Is it...about Xander?"
"Yeah...seems there was a mistake from the boys upstairs..."


***

"So what are you saying?"
Willow looked at the conglomeration of her friends. "The powers that be kinda made some mistakes this past year. Its happened before, but not on such a grand scale. Angel got information because they have a client who wants to sue the powers...really weird case actually...but in any case...people were taken before their time. It's kinda why we don't have a b...a...a body for xander. They ganked him early...and well...they've kinda got him locked up."
"So what you're saying, is that the powers that be messed up, took Xander body and all, and now have him stuck in some heavenly detention center?" Buffy looked up at Willow and then around at her friends. "Then why are we stills sitting here we should be planning or spelling or...I dunno...something!"
"We have to be careful." Willow's voice was calm but frustrated. "What if he's happy? I mean...we don't even know whats going on-"
"Are you mad red?" Spike locked his blue eyes with Willow's own. "There's no junk food in hell, and no shagging. My poor boy must be going out of his head!" Willow's lips twitched into the first smile in days.
"So is this the plan then? Are we going after Xander?"
"Hell yeah we're goin' after 'im. After all, who wants Utopia anyway?"