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William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle! - Part 1

Story : William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle!
Pairing : William/Xander
Part: 1/?
Summary: WarpedMindedYaoi asked for this: AU: A Tarzan/Jungle Book type story. Xander lives in the Jungle and William is an explorer.
Disclaimer: Mine unless you speak to Joss who seems to think he has some sort of prior claim!
Feedback: My first plot bunny – here's hoping it sticks around and plays nice with my Porn!Muse – petting of said bunny can only be of help!



William & Tar-Xan of the Jungle! - Part 1

“I'm telling you Rupert, I saw something - someONE out there - and not one of the native savages either!!”

“William, don't be ridiculous. What would anyone remotely civilised be doing living in the jungle?” William had to concede that Rupert was right. What would someone be doing living in the jungle?

“Fine. Let's just forget about it, shall we?”

“Yes – let's!” and so saying, Rupert blew out the lantern, turned over in his sleeping bag and settled down to sleep. William was not quite so fortunate, his brain refusing to let go of what he was sure he had seen.

A man – a young man – dressed in what could only be a loin cloth, with long shaggy dark hair, swooping amongst the trees using just the vines. It had been an extraordinary sight, and William had been transfixed watching the strong, tanned body move from tree to tree. Unfortunately for him, no one else had seen the figure and before he could draw their attention to him, the strange Wild Man had disappeared into the jungle.

The expedition to Moldennia had been planned and executed with typical organisation by Rupert Giles, and William had been most fortunate that Rupert had accepted him coming along as an assistant. Some of the plants they had seen were amazing, and the ship's hold was full to bursting with samples to take back to England. Their return was imminent and there simply wasn't time to indulge in fantastical ideas of wild men living in the jungle. They had had little to no contact with the natives but they had seen them. All of them were short in stature, with black hair and slanted eyes - but this man, this vision that William had seen did not look like the natives. He looked, well, almost British, however strange that might be.

Shaking his head at his wild imaginings, and determined to put it out of mind, William snuggled down into his sleeping bag and closed his eyes. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day as they were beginning to pack to leave.

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The sun streaming the gap in the tent woke William from a sound sleep, and yawning widely he struggled his way out of his sleeping bag. Rupert wasn't there, which meant that he was up and breakfasted and raring to go. Struggling into his trousers and shirt, William pushed back the flap to the tent and let himself out into the crisp morning air. The camp was a hive of activity, with various workers bustling around packing up crates and loading them up for transportation to the ship.

Squinting in the sun, William headed towards the camp fire and much needed coffee.

“Good morning William!” Rupert's cheery greeting came from a nearby tree, and William smiled at him as he poured himself a small cup of coffee and gratefully took a sip.

“Good morning Rupert – you look like you've been up for some time!”

“I have indeed – the ship isn't going to load itself, and I'm eager to examine the samples we have managed to gather with the equipment we have at home. And yes, I am looking forward to arriving home – it's been long enough I feel”. He turned and looked at William. “I would imagine you are missing your young lady, Elizabeth?”

“Erm, yes, I am missing Buffy but she understands why I wanted to do this.” William sighed. “I believe she is hoping that upon my return …... well, it doesn't matter”.

“Settling down can be a difficult – good Lord!!!” At his exclamation William turned and froze. Standing there, at the edge of the camp was the Wild Man he had seen only yesterday. Tall, bronzed, with long shaggy dark hair and wearing nothing but a loin cloth and a bow diagonally over his shoulder he presented a quite frightening picture to the Englishmen. Good Lord indeed!!

Part 2
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