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Xander really should have known better.

When he woke up and heard all the goings on, he should have gone back to bed. Where it was safe. But Noooo..... he had to get up and see what was going on. Between the people flying overhead and the shouting of joy...he had a bad feeling about this.

And yet, that didn't stop him from picking up the wand that he found at his feet when he walked out of his and Buffy's hut. After turning it over in his hands, Xander gave a small shrug and waved it around like you always imagine wizards doing. "Uh....Abracadabra?"

Nothing happened. Xander looked down at the point of thing and banged it against his palm. "Great, I /had/ to find the broken one."

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Spike had found himself a wand, but after conjuring up several cartons of fags and a case of scotch, he got bored and abandoned the wand in his cave. He was out for a patrol now, though really, most of the island residents just seemed to be having some harmless fun. Chaotic, but harmless.

He stopped and smirked as he walked past Xander and Buffy's hut, overhearing his comment. "Your 'wand' is broken. Why'm I not surprised?" he drawled, pouring as much innuendo into the words as possible.

"At least that's the only thing that's broken. Can't say the same for you." He responded automatically when he heard Spike's voice. Great, just great. Magic made him nervous already, the former vampire /really/ wasn't helping matters much. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Oh, that's a good one, Harris. Might have to go lick my wounds now," Spike replied sardonically. "I'd say you're losing your touch, but then, you never really had it."

He took a deep drag and blew the smoke in Xander's general direction. "I'm keeping the peace, what else?"

Xander mimicked Spike's words back to him sarcastically, still a little freaked by the whole magic thing so was not quite in the mindset for creative quips, which of course would only be wasted on the bleached menace.

"Riiiight and keeping the peace means checking up on Buffy?" He had no doubt why Spike was there, especially since Xander had every faith that if something was wrong by her own hut, Buffy would be able to handle it.

He waved the wand again idoly for lack of anything else to do with it.

"I'm not checking on her," Spike bristled. "I just happened to pass this way and heard you making a twat of yourself. Oi, watch where you're pointing that thing!" he complained, not trusting Xander with anything to do with magic. And with good reason.

Xander rolled his eyes. "If you heard me then you heard for yourself the thing is broken..." And as if to prove his point, he tossed it up in the air. It flipped a couple times before landing back in his hand with a loud pop and a flash of light.

The was unexpected and Xander started back, falling flat on his ass, the wand still in his hand. "Uh...oops?"

Spike would have loved to comment right now. Really, he would have. But he found it bloody impossible as he stared up at Xander, who was now towering over him. His nose twitched as he loped a few steps. What the sodding hell had just happened?

Xander was expecting a comment and in fact looked around for the former vampire when the air was surprisingly silent. He stood up and brushed himself off as he looked around. "Spike?" Huh, where did he go?

Then something hit his leg and Xander looked down...and Xander couldn't help bursting out laughing before the whole feeling horrified hit him.

White paw. Spike raised said paw, touching long ears. Oh for the love of everything, he was a rabbit?

He may not have been able to talk, but he could still show his displeasure at the situation. Especially when Xander had the nerve to laugh. He had this coming, really.

Spike's now-red eyes glared at Xander's foot, and then he bit his big toe. HARD. Having done that, he turned and fled, having no idea where he was going, but wanting to get away before Harris could make things worse.

"OW! You bit me!" He looked down at his toe which was starting to bleed, the pain of it stopping his laughter on a dime. When the shock wore off, he spotted the white blur running off into the woods. "Huh, good riddance."

Then a feeling of...responsibility(?) filled him. It was his fault Spike was a rabbit and there were things on the island more then happy to make a lunch of bunny feet. Xander groaned and ran off after the animal. "Spike wait!"

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