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| [ Pumpkin Pie Syndrome And Other Occupational Hazards] by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mireille719Xander/Riley. Sometimes you just need a slice of sweet. AU with Xander as a primary school teacher and Riley as the father of one of his students. By the end of September, the file in Tommy F's teacher's desk (he was Tommy F, because there was a Tommy K as well) contained the information that he would be eight on November nineteenth; that he was doing math on a third grade level but was a little behind in reading; that he was allergic to bee stings and had an epi-pen in the locked storage cupboard; and, on a brand new Post-It note, that he was absolutely not allowed to sit near Ben or Lashaun, because if Xander turned his back on them for five seconds, all hell was going to break loose.
What wasn't in the file, because Xander hadn't known, and apparently Tommy F's first-grade teacher had forgotten to mention, was that Tommy F's dad was hot. Not just reasonably attractive; this was California, and it was second grade, so a lot of the parents were young and good-looking. Tommy F's dad, on the other hand, was the kind of guy Xander would notice in a bar and immediately classify as out of his league.
Of course, in this particular instance, he was also the parent of one of Xander's students, so he was off-limits no matter what. "Hi," Mr.--oh, crap, what did the F stand for? Xander sucked at remembering his students' last names--said, offering his hand for Xander to shake. Good handshake. Nice, firm grip. "I'm Riley Finn." | |
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| [ Hero] by tabaquiSpike/Xander. Fantastic story: original premise and heartbreaking in places. "We - well, mostly me, but dad too - we just can't help it. The kid is so..." Will doesn't know how to finish that - doesn't really know how to put into words the feelings that Xander evoked in him. He was so scared, that kid - so lonely, and so wounded. And his world was so dark and scary; full of monsters and pain and evil that he can't stop or control - just battle, endlessly. Will felt like, if he didn't help him out - do what he could - it'd be like...like stepping on Superman's cape, or trying to de-mask Batman. Or taking a little, bedraggled kitten and putting it in a box by the highway. It just wouldn't be right. And that smile... Will shook his head, breaking himself out of his thoughts. Oz and Devon staggered back on stage just then, loaded down with more equipment and he moved to help them. | |
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