Pairing: Spander. Of course.
Disclaimer: I like the relative freedom of not living in jail, so I claim nothing as my own except for that which is. Which this is not.
Summary: What would life be like if you couldn't die? Xander Harris is about to find out.
Rating: R or there abouts? Put it this way, I absolutely wouldn’t let my mother read it.
Warnings: This chapter’s really a bit sad. Other warnings include general angstiness, implied non-con, and possible pretentiousness. Also, it’s been proofread [in as much as anyone is capable of proofing their own stuff: I find I’m not especially effective], but is not beta’d. Any mistakes are mine all mine.
Feedback: Inspires me to mad feats of typing and the occasional uncontrollable “eeeeeee” noise.
To everyone who has, for whatever reason, stuck with it this long: thank you. I hope you’ve enjoyed it, and I know the idea of people waiting on more will incent me to get my butt in gear.