He looked through the magnifying glass, turning the tiny screws one last time before putting aside the screwdriver and reaching for the cable.
Almost finished.
Xander looked at his latest project and could feel pride fill his chest. He knew exactly what he was doing, oh yes and it would be wonderfull.
Yesterday, it had been different. Very different. When Ethan's spell had turned him into his costume, he had no idea what to do. Sure his costume, he was a genius, one of the greatest inventors alive, but most of his inventions were not meant to batteling demons and he himself was a rather peacefull chicken, so what could he do against monsters running amok?
Nothing much.
Well, de did have his pocket-forcefield (patent #0492173) with him, but while that created a forcefield of a six feet radius around him, it was not yet designed for moving around, would only work while being stationary.
He had nearly sweated bullets, had hoped dearly that the little monsters would loose their interest in him. And once he had dropped the field to allow two girls to enter the save zone, one of them dressed in a cat costume, the other one half concious and delusional. Oh, and the other girl, who had managed to walk through the forcefield like it wasn't even there.
That had been Willow and after she had a talk with him and the girl he now knew had been Cordelia, she had left to inform Giles of the happeings of the evening.
Giles had managed to find the source of the chaos and had somehow gotten Ethan to drop the spell. How Xander didn't knew and if he was completely honest with himself, he didn't really want to know.
Insted he had asked some questions about the spell and its aftereffects. When he had learned that he soon would loose the memories of the costumes personality, he had set to work to circumvent this from happening.
The little machine had been easy to build and even easier to use and he could feel his brain buzing with thousands of new ideas, thousands of new inventions waiting to be created by him.
Most of them circled around protection from the horrible "night-life", but his current project was purely selfindulgent.
He flipped the switch and smiled as everything started to work just as he had planned it. His costume-self had missed his little Helper terribly the last night, but now his small robot companion was back where it belonged. Back with the new, Sunnydale version of Gryo Gearloose.