Cander (Cordy/Xander)

Welcome Home, My Secret Eyes

It was a dark night, as Xander Lavelle Harris staggered drunkenly out of Willy's bar. It was all he could do lately. Drink the pain away and Slay. He had no friends or family left.

Just then, he was jumped by a vampire. He tried to fight back, but he was too drunk to succeed.

Just as he lowered his head to the Zeppo's neck, vamped out and ready to bite, his head went back when someone grabbed his hair.

"Good Bulldogs don't bite."

She pulled on his hair and the vamp was thrown to the ground a few inches away. She pulled out a stake and staked him. She then put it away in her sleeve and knelt down in front of her ex-boyfriend.

"Xander?"

He didn't look at her. He just got up.

"Leave me alone," he slurred.

He tried to walk away but fell, and she caught him before he could hit the ground.

"You're drunk, Xander. Just let me get you home."

He sighed.

"Fine."

"Well that's a start."

She helped him walk and into her car. She then got in and drove him home. She knew from Willow that before Anya had died, they had had their own place. Any had died six months ago in the battle against the First Evil and its followers. The same applied to Buffy, The Potentials, Faith, Giles, Robin, Jonathan, and Andrew. There had been too much loss. But to lose Anya...That had struck her dweeb's nerve. They had broken up but yet still loved each other. Just like her and Xander. They still loved each other.

She helped him to the bed and then she slept on the big papasan chair.

The next day, Xander Harris came out of the bedroom. He wondered why he still had his day clothes on from last night. All he knew was that he had a hangover. He remembered that he had gone to Willy's bar to get drunk. He had been stupid. He had left after dark. Then he remembered vaguely being rescued from a vampire by a brunette. It seemed like a dream to him. But when he saw her asleep in the chair, he realized it hadn't been after all.

He sighed. That chair used to be where Anya would sit. Just sit there and look at him happily, as she gave him comments. Some were mean and some were polite. She would even give him a stare down that he never did with her.

He walked over to his high school sweetheart that he so dearly loved. He looked down at her. She looked so precious when she slept. That had been the only thing he hadn't known until now. He had never seen her sleep back when.

He smiled down at her.

He went to the kitchen to silently as possible to make something for the both of them. Something that he knew all too well that she loved. Eggs with smiling blueberry pancakes.

Once he was done and it was set on the table with silverware and glasses, he walked back to the living room. He sat on a corner of the chair and looked at his peaceful ex. He gently bent down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. Then he brushed some hair out of her face.

"Cordy, time to get up."

She slowly woke up and looked at him. She then sat up.

"Is that what I think I smell?" she questioned with a smile.

"Good morning my lady," he said with a smile.

"Dork," she said, as she did so.

He extended a hand to her and she took it. He then led her towards a kitchen to sit where her breakfast was. She sat down and he pushed her chair in for her.

"What would you like?"

"Milk."

He carried their glasses and poured both of them a glass of milk.

Once seated, they started talking.

"You shouldn't have, Xander."

"But I did."

They then ate as they spoke.

"How's LA?" he asked.

"Just like always. I came here, though. I heard about what happened, so I decided that I needed to help."

"With what? You were never one to fight head on."

"That was back then. I've changed. When I got used to the visions, I became a fighter. At first, Angel wouldn't let me participate, thinking I would get hurt. But after Wesley and Gunn joined, he taught me some moves with a sword. I've been helping ever since."

"So you're a sword master," he joked.

She chuckled.

"Still my dweeb."

She smiled at him.

Afterward, he put the dishes in the dishwasher and closed it.

After they both were ready for the day, Cordy wearing Anya's clothes since she didn't have any extra pair, they got to know each other. She found out that he was exactly the same. He had learned all of what went on in her life in LA, and that she had actually given up her visions. Spike was back and he had the visions himself. It relieved both of them. After all, she wasn't going to die from them. Instead, she would die a natural death. It was what they all wanted. Go out with a big bang. Which translated to dying fighting against the creatures of Darkness. It was even how Anya, Faith, Buffy, and the Potentials had gone out. So they all lived happily ever after as you could on the Hellmouth, with Cor moving in, them getting back together, and him moving on without Anya and the others. He even sobered up for the rest of his life.