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Title: Whipping Boy, pt. 2
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon.
Notes: Anya who? “The Wish” never happened.
Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Spike was worried. Xander had been hit on the head pretty hard last night. And twenty-four hours later, and the boy was still asleep. But it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary – at least the way he was sleeping. Not that Spike ever watched Xander sleep or anything…Beat. Spike quickly went through the mental checklist of a peacefully sleeping Xander: light snorting – check; arse raised in the air ever so slightly – check; just the tiniest trace of drool – check.
So for all intents and purposes, Xander’s sleep was okay. It was the amount that had Spike worried. It’s not normal for a human to sleep that long unless something’s wrong. Although, maybe he was just sleeping off the effects of the brain-whammy he got last night.
“Great!” Spike muttered. “Not only am I keeping watch over one of ‘em, now I’m talkin’ like them. Reputation, be prepared to fire at will.”
And that’s just what Spike had been doing – keeping watch. All the rest of last night, all day today, and now into the evening, he’d done laps around the small basement, stopping every third or fourth round to listen to the boy’s heartbeat and breathing and make sure everything was okay. Now there was a faintly-warn tread on the floor in a huge circle around the ‘apartment’, and Spike’s nerves were about as jumpy as a cat in a dog kennel.
“Spike? Spike, where are you?” And in a flash Spike was there, right next to the bed. He knelt down on the floor and put his elbows on the bed, not quite sure what to do. Even taking care of Dru hadn’t prepared him for this. This was…this was mortal.
“I’m here. I’m right here, Xander.” Xander’s eyes weren’t open, but his arm came out from under the sheet – hand groping for something. Spike instinctively put his hand out and caught Xander’s. Little spark of electricity through the touch. Something was…wrong. But Spike just held on tighter.
“Spike?” Xander’s voice was raspy, and his breath was irregular. His mortal heart was about to beat right up through the blankets. And Spike could feel the heat seeping through Xander’s hand – too hot. Too much. Not right.
“I’m here, Xander. I’m right next to you. Do you need something, pet?” The corners of Xander’s mouth seemed to curl up just a touch. But he still wouldn’t open his eyes. “Why don’t you open your eyes, yeah? Take a look around and see. How bout that, right?”
“Too…tired. So sleepy. Why am I so sleepy, Spike?”
Nothing behind those eyes.
And right before Spike’s eyes, little beads of sweat popped up on Xander’s forehead, and Spike could have sworn before everything unholy that his skin color paled right there in front of him.
“I dunno, pet. I don’t know. But you should wake up, Xander. Let’s get you up and out of bed. Get you over to the watcher so he can find out what’s ailin’ ya, yeah? How’s that sound?”
Xander’s grasp on Spike’s hand loosened ever so slightly. But Spike noticed that his heartbeat was starting to slow. His breathing was becoming a little more regular, if a little ragged.
“I don’t wanna, Spike. I think I’m going to go back to sleep.”
“No! No, you shouldn’t do that, pet. You need to stay awake and here with me. Talk to me, Xander.” Spike’s nerves had reached a new peak. He could feel Xander slipping away, and felt the clammy hand in his grow lax.
“Spike, I’m so tired. We can talk when I wake up. Yeah, I want to talk to you. But I can’t…right now. Jesse’s waiting for me. He needs to talk to me too. I need to go back to sleep. So tired. I just want to slee…” And he was gone.
The hand that Spike held was completely limp- his breathing had gotten back to normal, and his color had returned. His brow was still sheeted with sweat, though. Spike reached up to brush it away, and was amazed at how hot Xander’s skin was.
“Xander…Xander, what’s wrong with you…” Spike muttered.
He got up and paced a few more times, then got a towel out of the bathroom and a bowl from the kitchen, filled it with cold water, soaked the towel in it and returned to Xander with the water and the towel. He placed the towel on Xander’s forehead to try and cool him off.
“Well…guess there’s only one thing left...” Spike went to the telephone, not wanting to leave Xander alone in the basement like this. Luckily next to the phone was a list of numbers. Spike scanned it and found what he was looking for. He picked it up and punched in the number for Giles’ apartment.
“Yeah, Watcher, it’s me. Listen, you need to get to Xander’s place as soon as possible. He’s in…trouble.”
Before the watcher could draw out the conversation, Spike put the reciever back on the cradle and then took it off and laid it beside the phone on the table.
He went back to the bed and knelt on the floor and reached for Xander’s hand again. “Please, pet…just be alright.” Finally the last twenty-odd hours started to weigh on Spike, and his eyes started to feel heavy.
Next Part here.
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon.
Notes: Anya who? “The Wish” never happened.
“I find that even time well spent gets bent if
you need it to. And we do."
you need it to. And we do."
Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Spike was worried. Xander had been hit on the head pretty hard last night. And twenty-four hours later, and the boy was still asleep. But it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary – at least the way he was sleeping. Not that Spike ever watched Xander sleep or anything…Beat. Spike quickly went through the mental checklist of a peacefully sleeping Xander: light snorting – check; arse raised in the air ever so slightly – check; just the tiniest trace of drool – check.
So for all intents and purposes, Xander’s sleep was okay. It was the amount that had Spike worried. It’s not normal for a human to sleep that long unless something’s wrong. Although, maybe he was just sleeping off the effects of the brain-whammy he got last night.
“Great!” Spike muttered. “Not only am I keeping watch over one of ‘em, now I’m talkin’ like them. Reputation, be prepared to fire at will.”
And that’s just what Spike had been doing – keeping watch. All the rest of last night, all day today, and now into the evening, he’d done laps around the small basement, stopping every third or fourth round to listen to the boy’s heartbeat and breathing and make sure everything was okay. Now there was a faintly-warn tread on the floor in a huge circle around the ‘apartment’, and Spike’s nerves were about as jumpy as a cat in a dog kennel.
“Spike? Spike, where are you?” And in a flash Spike was there, right next to the bed. He knelt down on the floor and put his elbows on the bed, not quite sure what to do. Even taking care of Dru hadn’t prepared him for this. This was…this was mortal.
“I’m here. I’m right here, Xander.” Xander’s eyes weren’t open, but his arm came out from under the sheet – hand groping for something. Spike instinctively put his hand out and caught Xander’s. Little spark of electricity through the touch. Something was…wrong. But Spike just held on tighter.
“Spike?” Xander’s voice was raspy, and his breath was irregular. His mortal heart was about to beat right up through the blankets. And Spike could feel the heat seeping through Xander’s hand – too hot. Too much. Not right.
“I’m here, Xander. I’m right next to you. Do you need something, pet?” The corners of Xander’s mouth seemed to curl up just a touch. But he still wouldn’t open his eyes. “Why don’t you open your eyes, yeah? Take a look around and see. How bout that, right?”
“Too…tired. So sleepy. Why am I so sleepy, Spike?”
Nothing behind those eyes.
And right before Spike’s eyes, little beads of sweat popped up on Xander’s forehead, and Spike could have sworn before everything unholy that his skin color paled right there in front of him.
“I dunno, pet. I don’t know. But you should wake up, Xander. Let’s get you up and out of bed. Get you over to the watcher so he can find out what’s ailin’ ya, yeah? How’s that sound?”
Xander’s grasp on Spike’s hand loosened ever so slightly. But Spike noticed that his heartbeat was starting to slow. His breathing was becoming a little more regular, if a little ragged.
“I don’t wanna, Spike. I think I’m going to go back to sleep.”
“No! No, you shouldn’t do that, pet. You need to stay awake and here with me. Talk to me, Xander.” Spike’s nerves had reached a new peak. He could feel Xander slipping away, and felt the clammy hand in his grow lax.
“Spike, I’m so tired. We can talk when I wake up. Yeah, I want to talk to you. But I can’t…right now. Jesse’s waiting for me. He needs to talk to me too. I need to go back to sleep. So tired. I just want to slee…” And he was gone.
The hand that Spike held was completely limp- his breathing had gotten back to normal, and his color had returned. His brow was still sheeted with sweat, though. Spike reached up to brush it away, and was amazed at how hot Xander’s skin was.
“Xander…Xander, what’s wrong with you…” Spike muttered.
He got up and paced a few more times, then got a towel out of the bathroom and a bowl from the kitchen, filled it with cold water, soaked the towel in it and returned to Xander with the water and the towel. He placed the towel on Xander’s forehead to try and cool him off.
“Well…guess there’s only one thing left...” Spike went to the telephone, not wanting to leave Xander alone in the basement like this. Luckily next to the phone was a list of numbers. Spike scanned it and found what he was looking for. He picked it up and punched in the number for Giles’ apartment.
“Yeah, Watcher, it’s me. Listen, you need to get to Xander’s place as soon as possible. He’s in…trouble.”
Before the watcher could draw out the conversation, Spike put the reciever back on the cradle and then took it off and laid it beside the phone on the table.
He went back to the bed and knelt on the floor and reached for Xander’s hand again. “Please, pet…just be alright.” Finally the last twenty-odd hours started to weigh on Spike, and his eyes started to feel heavy.
Next Part here.
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Wonderful... Now I'm all...ooh, more... lol
So...um, "ooh! More!"
heh
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But, I shouldn't complain huh. No, I shouldn't.
I can't wait though. =)
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::dramatic pause::
That means I love it! =)
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oooh, skeery drama and cliff-hangery stuff!
Jesse! Ack!
*bounce*
I really like this.
Doin' good, bay-bee!
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Thanks hun. Owe it to you *sings* "all for you..." Hee!
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Silly.
*boiunce*
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*takes a deep breath*
More soon, right? Like now?
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More coming as soon as I get it back from mah beta!
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Aww, you're too nice :) *g*
And hey, if you wanna pimp I wouldn't be opposed to it...*snerk*
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You've done a great job in hooking the reader into this story with this beginning. I'm dying to know what's up with Xander. Is he really seeing Jesse or is he just hallucinating? What long term effects will this have? How is Spike going to react? I'm just full of questions. :D
For the most part your character voices are good, but I think you're relying a little too much on cliche phrases to make them sound like Spike and Xander. I find it a teeny it jarring. All the characters on Buffy have a specific speech pattern - try to follow that and let it flow instead of focusing on specific words that sound like the characters. If that makes sense.
So is this going to be a h/c fic, because I do have a soft spot for them. Especially the comfort. Heh. One wee thing I would change in this part though - I think Spike is too eager to help Xander here. As soon as Xander says his name he rushes to the bedside, and I have trouble seeing that as Spike. I could see him having some concern for the human who keeps a roof over his head, but I think he would need to work upto having such an intense concern for Xander specifically.
I hope you don't mind me giving your some critical feedback hon. I'm really looking forward to the next parts, and I wanted to be helpful. I hope my comments are. :)
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And I totally get what your saying. And no, I don't mind constructive critisism:P It's how we get better, innit? Trust me, every little bit helps, considering that his is my first major fic. And I am having quite a hard time getting into the flow of characterization - not nearly as easy as I thought. heh. But I'm hoping, especially in the next few parts that this comes together correctly.
As for the Spike's intense emotions - I see what your saying, but trust me - it'll all be explained in time:)
Thanks for the FB honey, I really really appreciate it!
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bullocks?
Just popped over from Men Who Slash - enjoyed your fic there, but as someone who frequently uses the word, and an ex-English teacher (!) I felt compelled to advise you that the word I think you intended Giles to use was "Bollocks", unless you were implying that Giles was too uptight to use that word, and was saying "bullocks" (male cattle) as a polite form.
I have also seen it written "bollox" and the Oxford dic. also allows "ballocks" though I don't approve of that spelling - it doesn't convey the sound very well. You can also "bollocks.." or "bollix.." something up, if you make a mess of it.
Now you must excuse me - I have a flagpole to remove from my arse!
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