soldtoarmenians

To: willow.rosenberg@hogwarts.ac.uk
From: xander.harris@fandomhigh.net
Subject: re: Yay I'm In England Also HELP

( Dear Willow )

Xander stopped typing for a moment, unzipped his suitcase, and dug into the pocket of yesterday's jeans for Willow's card; good thing he'd remembered or it probably would've gone through the wash. He unfolded it--

--and was, OMG, hugged. As real and solid as if someone were actually grabbing him: the feel of slender arms around him that packed a surprising amount of breath-stealing oomph, the scent of Suave green apple shampoo under his nose and smooth, soft hair tickling his chin as a head was laid against his shoulder for an all-too-brief moment, before there was nothing. He tried folding the card up and unfolding it again, but apparently it was a one-time only deal. Dam--

Waitaminite.

--DID YOU JUST MAKE ME SIGN AN ACTUAL HUG FROM YOU TO ANGEL?

possibly murdering you in a loving way,
Xander

Xander sat with his laptop, now detangled from Pippi's crystal ball, and shook his head as he opened his e-mail program and modded the fact that Willow totally had the computer refitted for both British and Amrican power and wireless before she gave it to him.

Could he possibly have a normal vacation? Was it possible to even think that sentence without bursting into hysterical giggles and making everybody crammed into Marty and Angela's room look at him even funnier than they usually did? Noooo. Instead, Angel had to go and get poisoned, and Not-the-Scoobies, UK edition (otherwise known as FHUK), had figured out that they should try to find the current HQ for the Watchers' Council to see if they had anything helpful. Using Willow's hacked WC files to consult Pippi's crystal ball and a call to Giles had netted them an address, and they were currently making plans to head off there.

Xander, meanwhile, was taking a second to breathe, and send an e-mail.

( Dear Willow )