Author: darkhavens
Title: Ruffled Fur
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Fandom: Buffy
Rating: G
Words: 367
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com. If you spot a typo, please feel free to tell me in comments. I want you to!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Kittens and chaos.
Notes: Written off ladyvirgo1956's prompt of: 'Xander/Spike, Chase.'
As soon as their paws hit the floor, they were off, claws skittering on the wooden boards as they scrabbled for purchase - a pair of loud, tiny kittens that only an hour ago were childishly squabbling supposedly adult men.
With a gleeful yowl, the kitten with tobacco brown fur and soulful eyes, the one they were almost entirely sure was actually Xander, launched himself across the room and skidded beneath the table, bouncing off multiple chair legs before spinning to a halt.
The even tinier ball of silver-white fur they believed to be Spike took off in hot pursuit, dodging Buffy's outstretched hands with a fierce hiss and a vicious swipe of razor sharp claws.
He'd almost made it within in pouncing distance when the other kitten realised he'd been followed and took flight, leading the silvery demon and their pack of baying humans on a merry chase around and around the shop floor, using furniture and merchandise as cover and as launching pads.
The humans gave up the chase first, barricading doors and locking windows and stashing all the breakables that weren't already broken. Then they sat and watched in silence.
Willow broke first.
"If Spike catches Xander, he's going to kill him. Buffy, you have to do something!"
Buffy held up the hand that Spike had clawed during his initial bid for freedom.
"Count me out of the kitten wranglers Olympics. He'll probably try for my throat next, while he can still get away with hurting me. It's so unfair that the chip's stopped working, just because he's not a vampire right now. He's still got fangs!"
Willow was well into an ad hoc explanation of how the physiological differences between vampire and feline might render the chip inactive, when Giles held up one finger and called for silence.
"Shhh. Listen."
They followed his directions and heard nothing.
"What…?"
"Shhh!"
After a few intense moments of concentration, and the studied focusing of several pairs of ears, a very faint purring could be heard emanating from the shadows beneath the stairs.
Curled together in the corner, the kittens were a single ball of happily rurring fluff, tails entwined and noses touching, legs entangled, bellies brushing.
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