Problem solving

Xander stared at Master P.C. and fought the urge to clasp his hands together and offer a prayer in thanks. This was the key, this was the tool, this was going to solve the problem that were facing him and his friends.

It was the start of senior year and all was not well. Scholastically and socially things were better than they had even been for Xander and his friends but Supernaturally? On the Supernatural side they were up shit creek and without a paddle. The summer slump where all the vamps, demons and associated oogie boogies went on vacation was over. All the bad guys were coming back.

And there was no Buffy to stop them.

She had disappeared in May after all the badness with Angelus and here it was halfway thru September hadn't returned home. No one, not him, not her mom Joyce, not Willow not even Giles new where she was or what she was doing. The only thing they had been able to do is cast a little spell to determine if she was alive or dead. So they knew at least she was still among the living. Their attempt at a spell to locate her had kind of... went wonky and gave a half answer, instead of illuminating her exact location on a map the whole west coast had illuminated. Which meant until Buffy decided to come home or at least phone home they had no idea where she was or what she was doing or when she was planning on coming home.

Which was beyond just being cruel to Buffy's nearest and dearest as it was also leaving the **** to predation by the vamps, demons and various monsters that used Sunnydale as a hunting ground. Not to get all Spider-man but there was a responsibility Buffy was neglecting with her great power. He hoped she was out there somewhere doing well and helping people who needed helping because he dreaded the alternative... that she was hurt, in a hospital in a coma or in some other way incapacitated and in pain.

Looking at Master P.C. with hope Xander let his fingers hover over the keyboard. If it made his dick grow big it could... it should... be able to tell them where his friend was.

02- Xander Harris knows where Buffy Summers is and what she has been doing since she ran away from home back in May.

Xander just stared. His brain rebooting. He thought he had been prepared. He had braced for good news. He had braced for bad news. He hadn't even thought about no news. Because that's what the answer was, nothing. Buffy wasn't out there keeping on keeping on, fighting the good fight. Buffy wasn't out there suffering in a hospital bed, wounded with debilitating injuries unable to call them for help. She was out there doing nothing in L.A. working a shit job for shit pay living in a shit hotel and going out of her way to help no one.

What Master P.C. had shown him infuriated him. She had actively ignored people who needed help. She had walked past people who could have used a Slayer intervention. And WHY? Because after working at her shitty job she had to go back to her shitty room, in a shitty hotel to sit on her shitty bed and have a shitty pity party about how life wasn't fair! Because she had chosen to date a vampire and low and behold it had ended badly! If only someone(Like him or Giles or Miss Calender, or -hell- even fucking Cordelia!) had told her that was going to end badly!

Fucking really?! He saw her walk away from people in need, knowing they were going to be vamp chow or demon food. She let people die! WHAT THE FUCK, BUFF?!

He didn't have words. He couldn't properly express it other than to hiss in anger at the screen.

As he stared at Master P.C. Xander wasn't sure if he wanted to use it to save Buffy or punish Buffy.