Joan the Vampire Slayer
Carpe Spuffy!
Drabble; BtVS, Larry/Xander
Title: Shower Scene
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Say the locker room scene had gone differently, and Larry wasn't so ready to admit to Xander that he was gay. Set during "Phases".
Notes: The angsty side of me wishes the coming-out scene with Larry and Xander hadn't gone so well. I've never written anything with Xander before, so feedback on his voice would be helpful. Thanks, all! Enjoy.
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Xander marched purposefully to the men's locker room. Liking to think had a finger on the pulse of Sunnydale High, he knew without a doubt that that's where Larry would be. Looking at his watch, he estimated that football practice had ended 30 minutes ago, so Larry was undoubtedly doing what he did best; harassing some poor unsuspecting freshman, shoving his head in a toilet or some such unnecessary torture.
Pushing open the door, Xander's voice echoed convincingly down the linoleum corridor;
"Larry! You can run but you can't hide. You think I can't smell "wolf" written all over you? Come out and fess up! Buffy's after you, and believe me, you do not want to mess with the Buffinator. Might as well just surrender now. All is lost, my friend."
Hearing no immediate reply, and seeing no other students, yet hearing the shower running, Xander walked down the corridor, pausing to glance into an open locker. He had planned what he was going to say to Larry.
It was going to be Xander's crowning moment.
Guess what, cro-magnon? Yes, I am talking to you. We know what you are. We know what you did to Theresa. It's over. Buffy's coming for you. So, if I were you, I'd get your sorry, jock-strapped, 0-IQ, crew-cut ass out of here before she comes after you.
Pumped and ready to tell Larry off big-time, Xander rounded the corner of the dressing room and prepared or enter the shower room. However, as he rounded the corner, he was almost knocked over by a guy who he recognized as one of the Razorback quarterbacks (although his name escaped him). Xander, irritated, exclaimed,
"Hey, buddy, watch it! Some of us are trying to walk here, hello."
Xander rounded the corner, took a deep breath, and entered the shower room. What he saw, though, stopped him in his tracks and halted all desire to tell Larry what-he-really-thought. There was Larry, against the wall, crying and naked, head in his hands.
Xander stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed, all bravado gone.
"Uh, Larry?" his curiosity had the better of him, even though his rational mind said, run this can't be good.
Larry's head flew up. Instantly recognizing Xander, he stood up quickly.
"Harris! What the hell? I'm trying to take a ****ing shower, here. What are you, a homo?"
Even as he said the words, he was wiping tears from his eyes. Larry turned his back, and grabbing the shampoo bottle, said with uncharacteristic viciousness,
"Scram, Harris. Or else you'll wish you never saw that."
Xander stood there for a moment, desperately wanting to say something, wanting to know just what exactly it was he'd almost seen. But thinking the better of it, he turned and walked out, notions swirling in his head as to who that guy had been, and why Larry had been crying.
It wasn't until he was back in the Library, having walked back on auto-pilot, that he realized he'd forgotten to ask Larry if he was a werewolf.
Title: Shower Scene
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Say the locker room scene had gone differently, and Larry wasn't so ready to admit to Xander that he was gay. Set during "Phases".
Notes: The angsty side of me wishes the coming-out scene with Larry and Xander hadn't gone so well. I've never written anything with Xander before, so feedback on his voice would be helpful. Thanks, all! Enjoy.
-
Xander marched purposefully to the men's locker room. Liking to think had a finger on the pulse of Sunnydale High, he knew without a doubt that that's where Larry would be. Looking at his watch, he estimated that football practice had ended 30 minutes ago, so Larry was undoubtedly doing what he did best; harassing some poor unsuspecting freshman, shoving his head in a toilet or some such unnecessary torture.
Pushing open the door, Xander's voice echoed convincingly down the linoleum corridor;
"Larry! You can run but you can't hide. You think I can't smell "wolf" written all over you? Come out and fess up! Buffy's after you, and believe me, you do not want to mess with the Buffinator. Might as well just surrender now. All is lost, my friend."
Hearing no immediate reply, and seeing no other students, yet hearing the shower running, Xander walked down the corridor, pausing to glance into an open locker. He had planned what he was going to say to Larry.
It was going to be Xander's crowning moment.
Guess what, cro-magnon? Yes, I am talking to you. We know what you are. We know what you did to Theresa. It's over. Buffy's coming for you. So, if I were you, I'd get your sorry, jock-strapped, 0-IQ, crew-cut ass out of here before she comes after you.
Pumped and ready to tell Larry off big-time, Xander rounded the corner of the dressing room and prepared or enter the shower room. However, as he rounded the corner, he was almost knocked over by a guy who he recognized as one of the Razorback quarterbacks (although his name escaped him). Xander, irritated, exclaimed,
"Hey, buddy, watch it! Some of us are trying to walk here, hello."
Xander rounded the corner, took a deep breath, and entered the shower room. What he saw, though, stopped him in his tracks and halted all desire to tell Larry what-he-really-thought. There was Larry, against the wall, crying and naked, head in his hands.
Xander stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed, all bravado gone.
"Uh, Larry?" his curiosity had the better of him, even though his rational mind said, run this can't be good.
Larry's head flew up. Instantly recognizing Xander, he stood up quickly.
"Harris! What the hell? I'm trying to take a ****ing shower, here. What are you, a homo?"
Even as he said the words, he was wiping tears from his eyes. Larry turned his back, and grabbing the shampoo bottle, said with uncharacteristic viciousness,
"Scram, Harris. Or else you'll wish you never saw that."
Xander stood there for a moment, desperately wanting to say something, wanting to know just what exactly it was he'd almost seen. But thinking the better of it, he turned and walked out, notions swirling in his head as to who that guy had been, and why Larry had been crying.
It wasn't until he was back in the Library, having walked back on auto-pilot, that he realized he'd forgotten to ask Larry if he was a werewolf.
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