I'm not positive I should post this here, because it's more Spander through the looking glass than actual Spander, but it amused me, so I'm sharing. But the intention is definitely Spander - probably sweet, sappy Spander.
Title: The Break Up
Summary: Xander wouldn't just leave her! There was something terribly wrong! She needed ice cream, and Hugh Grant movies, and maybe a mud-mask courtesy of her female friends...
Disclaimer: The man that owns nothing is owned by nothing.
Warnings: Aside from goofiness and potential spelling mistakes? none.
Notes: This was part of a much larger, much more depressing story, but I'm re-writing that and this amused me too much to let it go so I stuck an ending on it and am calling it 'humor.'
The Break Up