Title: Unnamed Horrors
Fandom: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer
Author: Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Website: Livejournal or Insanejournal (under danyellaskyler)
Summary: Only Xander would have this problem.
Warnings: Just some minor Giles being horrified by Xander. And for Jenny from the Imaginings list: This fic may cause you to be thrown out of the library for laughing to loud.
Disclaimer: Checks reality meter (It's remarkably Magic Eight Ball shaped). shakeshake Do I own Buffy? Nope still the right reality. Go eat a tuna sandwich instead. stares Damn.
Author's Note: I seriously have the weirdest plotbunnies attack me.
Word Count: 450
Xander opened the door to his apartment and gestured in the five potentials that would be staying with him for the foreseeable future and Giles. "Welcome to Casa de Xander."
The girls looked around curiously, clutching their sleeping backs and what little else they had - mostly weapons.
"Thanks for letting them stay here, Xander," Giles said again, as he came in to do a brief look through of the apartment before handing them over to Xander for at least the night.
"No prob. Makes it less crazy at Buffy's house, so it's the least I can do," Xander replied, shrugging off yet another round of gratitude.
Giles nodded as he opened Xander's closet he took one look and slammed it shut before turning to pin Xander with a glare, "Xander, I thought I told you to stop letting Unnamed Horrors stay in your closet."
"I did. I got the point, Unnamed Horrors are bad, and should not be paying me rent for my closet space." Xander recited from memory, having heard the lecture many times over the last two years.
"Xander," Giles growled opening the closet again and reveals an Unnamed Horror. "Then what do you call this?"
Xander gave the Unspeakable Horror that really should fit in the dimensions of his closet and waved back at it when it turned one of its many eyes to him and raised a tentacle in greeting, "Bob."
"Bob?" the level of disgusted incredulity in Giles' tone was actually rather impressive all things considered.
"Yeah, Bob, son of Pete."
Giles pinched the bridge of his nose in disgusted horror, "Oh good god. Where's Pete?"
Xander waved a hand towards the kitchen, "Under the sink."
"Xander giving them names does not make them stop being Unnamed Horrors," Giles lectured.
"Oh, I didn't name them. That's how they introduced themselves," Xander explained, as if it all was perfectly logical.
Rubbing at his growing headache, Giles carefully gathered his thoughts before trusting himself to speak again. "Xander why do you keep doing this?"
Xander gave Giles an affronted look, "Hey, I don't do this. I just started charging them rent after they wouldn't go away. But it would be nice if you can get them to stop calling me the "Son of Chaos" or "Bane of Order" and stuff like that. The titles make me feel weird."
"Oh good god. Xander!" Giles exclaimed in horror.
And so it went. Meanwhile the potentials stared in terror at the Unnamed Horror Bob who waved cheerfully at them with one tentacle as he at popcorn and drank a beer. Running through all their minds was, 'Maybe we didn't luck out with staying with the cute guy after all...'