MCA0: Tuesday Morning

[needsaparrot]

One of the nice things about being a carpenter? You don't worry too much about frame-damage if you slam the hell out of your apartment door on the way in.

Also you can make nifty under-couch weapon-chests, which was where Xander headed directly after said hell-slamming.

Logan	Logan was on his feet and out in the living room moments after the door slammed. "What happened?" he asked.
Xander	"Willow's in the clinic," Xander answered shortly, crouching by the couch to slide one of the drawers beneath it open. "Not waking up."
Logan	"Angelus," Logan groaned. He ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck. Who else can do that spell?"
Xander	Xander looked over his shoulder a little incredulously, while pulling out an axe. "Not caring all that much right this second."
Logan	It didn't require a detective to figure out what Xander planned to do with that axe. "No!" Logan exclaimed. He strode over to the couch and tried to yank the axe from Xander's hands. "You can't kill him. We'll find another witch."
Xander	"Where? Tara's gone." All of them, and thinking about that didn't exactly improve Xander's mood. "Tried my Willow; can't get through." Xander held onto the axe, though he wasn't yanking back just yet. "We just let him run lose while we wait and what do we get? Another Kitty Pryde? If we don't have one already."
Logan	"So he doesn't get to run loose. We catch him. Disable him if we have to. Whatever," Logan said. "There's people from every possible dimension with all kinds of powers here. Someone's got to be able to do the spell."
Xander	"'Cause people were so good at catching him last time?" Xander shook his head, yanking back on the axe.
Logan	"If someone can get close enough to kill him, they can get close enough to catch him." Logan let the axe go.
Xander	"Or close enough to get their neck broken because he's not worried about taking prisoners," Xander argued.
Logan	Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Please don't kill him," he said.
Xander	The sudden switch from argument to plea threw Xander for a loop, which was probably good since seriously, what was he going to do alone with an axe besides get himself killed? Xander leaned the axe-head on the arm of the couch, not letting go of it yet. "I'm not sixteen anymore; it's not like the idea of getting rid of Angel gives me the big Christmas jolly. But is getting him back worth the risk of all the people Angelus might hurt while we're trying?"
Logan	It is to me. "We have to try," Logan said, since he'd run out of arguments besides please don't kill my boyfriend.
Xander	Xander left the psychic powers to his own boyfriend, but it didn't exactly take a mind-reader to pick up how serious Logan was about this. The guy who'd even joked when passing out from blood loss the last time this happened hadn't thrown a sarcastic crack since Xander walked in the door. He let the axe handle fall with a soft thump onto the sofa and ran a hand through his hair. "I can try my Willow again, I guess."
Logan	"Thank you." Logan let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "I'm sorry your friend is hurt," he added in a low voice.
Xander	"If she doesn't get better," Xander added, equally low. "I'm not even gonna be the first guy in line with something sharp." And Peter was better with a sword.
Logan	"I get that," Logan nodded. "I'll be there to stop you, of course, but when I'm kicking your ass, you can take comfort in knowing that I respect what you're doing."
Xander	It wasn't quite a smile, but it vaguely approached. "Just as long as we're clear on that."
Logan	"Translucent," Logan said. He picked the axe up off the couch and put it back in the weapons-chest, shutting the drawer with a flourish.

[Preplayed with the lovely psycho_jackass. NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is pie.]