Fic: Shanshu 29 - Kokopelli

[dragonyphoenix]

Title: Kokopelli
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 459 - Kokopelli
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count: 984

“The sun'll be up before we even see our bags. I told you we should have gone with carry-ons but, no, Wes had to bring his little demonic relics.”

Wishing she could shut her ears as easily, Buffy scanned the baggage claim area hoping that Angel would notice she wasn't paying attention and shut the hell up. The demonic relics were important or so Wes had said. Something about cluing them into the apocalypse ritual.

“Shouldn't Andrew be here already? I don't want to have to spend the day dodging sunlight, but of course if I were Spike I wouldn't have to because I'd have shansued.”

“That's it.” Angel looked surprised when Buffy yelled. “You've been griping for the past fifteen hours. There's no sunlight down here. It's like a basementy area. You're perfectly safe. I'm gonna go see where Wes got to.”

She didn't go find Wes but she did move off by about fifty feet, far enough away that she couldn't hear Angel grumble, but she stupidly looked back long enough to see that he'd gone into a major brood-fest which was, of course, why she hadn't shut him up sooner. As she raised her eyes to the giant screen hanging one level up and showing an ad for The Sound of Music, Buffy thought about how Spike would have handled the sitch. Spike wouldn't have cared. Instead of bitching all the way from Rome to LAX, he'd have been busy making lewd suggestions about joining the mile high club or playing the innocent with the stewardesses while his hand stroked up Buffy's thigh. She could almost feel Spike's eyes on her. The way he used to look at her, it went beyond adoration. It was like he was gazing at the Holy Grail or something, which was sort of creepy given the whole religiousness of that image.

Up on the screen the hills are alive gave way to a stage, empty except for one figure crouched down low to the floor and completely still except for the feathers on his headdress which were jutting back and forth. As the man rose to his feet he stretched out his arms and his cloak expanded out like great wings of blue and purple and silver. The words Cirque du Solei and Kokopelli, the text displayed above the feathered man, named both the dance troupe and the show. A close-up of the man's face, more blue and silver with feathers rising above giving him an exotic and seductive look, was replaced by two figures dancing. The feathered man, leaping into the air, almost seemed to be flying across the stage. The female, dressed in somebody's idea of native garb, darted across the stage, not leaping as the man did, but her performance was so energetic that Buffy could feel a sympathy ache in her legs just from watching.

“I hear it's an excellent show.” Wes handed her a cup of coffee.

“So, Kokopelli,” she replied. “Isn't he that Indian flute guy? American Indian I mean, not Indian Indian.”

“Native American, yes, a deity of the Southwestern tribes but based on ancient Anasazi glyphs.”

The screen had moved on to another ad but Buffy could still see those high cheekbones as well as those eyes edged with liner. It had been a very sexy look, one that reminded her of Spike whom she didn't need to be thinking about. Angel was already antsy enough. “Sort of seductive for a god.”

“The seductiveness is an aspect of his association with fertility.”

“Ugh, fertility? Not so seductive.”

“Oh, I don't know.” His eyes got that far-away thinking about his wife look. Really, you'd think after four years of marriage he wouldn’t go all googly eyed every time he thought of her. Still, it was sort of nice, the romance still being there. “Seeing Fred's round belly, knowing she's carrying my child, it's quite arousing.”

“Okay, if you say so, but wait till you've up for three AM feedings five nights in a row. See how sexy you find it then.”

“I'm sure fatherhood will be rewarding even with the ordeals of three AM feedings.”

A beeping noise came from the baggage chute. “Oh, hey, bags are coming out. I guess we should join Mr. Grumpy-pants at the carousel and why do they call it a carousel anyway? It's not like it'd be a fun ride.”

“As Andrew can account for,” Wes agreed.

“Well, he was sort of fleeing that knish demon at the time.”

“K'nsk.”

“Gesundheit.”

Wes gave her a glare as they joined Angel who'd grabbed two of their three bags. “Shouldn't our ride be here by now?”

“I'll give Andrew a call.”

While Wes dialed up Andrew, Buffy stared at Angel. I missed you too, dear, she thought. Not that they'd been apart for long but he could, you know, sort of try to make up from being so broody the entire trip. Spike wouldn't have let some little thing like somebody else shanshuing make him all grouchy and ignorey of the girlfriend. Buffy sighed. Of course Spike wasn't the man, vamp, she loved but, damn, wouldn't life have been easier with him.

“That's odd.” Wes was staring at his cell as if he'd never seen one before.

“What?”

“It's Andrew. He isn't answering.”

“Of course he isn't.” Angel, if anything, looked even grumpier. Maybe she should start calling him Eeyore.

“Andrew always picks up,” Buffy said. “Remember that time when we were rappelling into that volcano and the cell rang but he dropped it and he wanted to go after it so he could answer?”

“Well, he's not answering now.”

“There aren't any volcanoes in LA, right?”

“None that I'm aware of,” Wes replied.

“Give Xander a call and see what's up.”

“I'm afraid he isn't answering either.”

“Willow?” Buffy asked.

Wes shook his head.

“You don't think we missed the apocalypse, do you?”

Comments

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

Oh my stars is Buffy on for some sad times now that Spike's feelings are a bit on the transformed side.

Love this chapter!


Gabrielle

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Buffy's in for quite the shock. *grin*

[rbfvid.livejournal.com]

Spike wouldn't have let some little thing like somebody else shanshuing make him all grouchy and ignorey of the girlfriend.
Heee, that's so Buffy (and so Angel)))
And the whole exchange about Andrew, phones and volcanos is absolutely brilliant! =)

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I adore hearing I did a good job with the characters. ;-)

Brilliant? Excellent.