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Title: Five Times Spike and Xander Never Went Shopping
Author: cordelianne
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Feedback: Yes please. Concrit is very welcome by email.
Disclaimer: Not mine, Joss owns them.
Summary: I think the title sums it up nicely!
A/N: This is a series of connected drabbles, each set at a different time over the course of BtVS.
Thanks, as always, to savoytruffle. All mistakes are mine.


Five Times Spike and Xander Never Went Shopping
by Cordelianne


One
(set in season 4 when Spike & Xander were roommates)


“No.”

Spike dropped a package into the cart.

“Okay, let me think of another way to say it.” Xander leaned on the cart handle. “I would turn down anyone’s offer of sex before allowing that in my house. Alright, it’s really a basement and not mine. But I’m still taking a stand.”

“Anyone?” Spike leaned in. “Not even if the Slayer showed up?”

Xander held tight to his resolve. “Still no.”

Spike shrugged and took the Oreos out of the cart. “Really don’t like ‘em, do you?”

Xander grimaced and nodded, steering the cart away.

“What about Angel?”

“Keep moving.”



Two
(set during season 5’s “Weight of the World”, after seeing Doc)


Babe Ruth. Milky Way. Snickers. All picked up, then replaced.

“Harris.”

Xander repressed a yelp. “Picking chocolate’s a serious business, I’ll have you know.”

“Right.” Spike tossed a Crunchie bar in the air, catching it easily.

Xander stared at the Junior Mints. They weren’t seeming very Junior, more like Freshmen.

“Candy’s not going to help unless these scrolls say it’ll kill a hellgod.”

“Would be fun – threatening Glory with chocolate.” Xander sighed. “We’re screwed. I seriously contemplated that as a plan.”

“C’mon” Spike clasped Xander’s shoulder. “Buffy’ll have a plan. Then you can grow fat gorging on chocolate.”

“Here’s hoping.”



Three
(set during season 6, after “Gone”)*


Xander squeezed between the racks and leaned down to examine what felt like the hundredth purple necklace. Why were there so many?

Did they all look the same, or did he just not have an eye for jewelry? Did he even want one?

“Purple’s not your color, mate.” Spike held up a sparkly necklace. “Go with red.”

Xander jumped up and hit his head on the rack, knocking off a bunch of earrings. “I’m here for Dawn. And, hey! What are you doing here?”

“Same. Buy this.” He shoved a tiara into Xander’s hands. “It’ll save me from nicking it.”



Four
(set in season 7 when Spike & Xander were roommates)


Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Scratch that. Definitely not a good idea. It was right up with inviting in a mysterious giant wooden horse.

Of course, for all Xander knew, Spike was talking to a big horse.

An imaginary horse.

People were avoiding their aisle – which was saying a lot since they were in the junk food section – as Spike glared, gestured and growled. At nothing. Unless it was at the store brand cola, but that seemed doubtful. Although you never knew.

“Hey Spike.” Xander kept his voice low.

Spike stared at him, then blinked. “Harris?”

“Let’s go home.”



Five
(set during season 7, right before the end of the show)


Xander glanced around. “I feel weird about stealing.”

“It’s not stealing. Store’s abandoned.” Spike swept a row of Frosted Flakes into his cart.

“That’ll hold up in court.”

“Look on the bright side, if the town gets destroyed, so will the evidence of you stealing.”

“Very reassuring.” Xander dropped a couple of boxes into his cart. “Maybe this really is the end, the final curtain dropping, the fat lady singing, us all dying… that’s all folks.”

“Dying’s not so bad.”

“Again with the reassuring.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

“Let’s hope not.” Xander patted Spike’s shoulder. “Or we’re all screwed.”



~*end*~

*This corresponds to the time period that I decided is Dawn’s birthday in my fic Chicken Dancing.