by Red Wolf
Andrew watched as Xander dashed about their apartment like a headless chicken. "When you say you're late, do you mean you're late for dinner, a little bit pregnant, or the late Alexander Harris?" He smirked at the filthy look Xander threw in his direction.
"I can't find that report I did for Giles and I the presentation is in an hour." Xander shoved Andrew's legs aside and looked under the couch for the third time.
"It's been nice knowing you." Andrew got to his feet and hugged Xander. "When Giles kills you, can I have your comics?"
"You're not helping."
Jossverse Drabbles — challenge #187: late
Published Babble Horde — 24.10.2006
Published Jossverse Drabbles — 24.10.2006
Published Forever Fandom — 28.01.2007
Published fanfiction.net — 28.01.2007
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