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Title: Whipping Boy, pt. 1
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.
Spike was woken up by his vampire senses screaming “Danger Will Robinson!!!” and his demon’s features came tearing up to his face. He snapped awake only to find a too-pointy stick aimed for the not-so-lucky spot. And isn’t that a great way to wake up?
“Oi, Watcher, what’re you doing? Since when is it a bloody crime to sleep sitting up?”
“What did you do to Xander, Spike?” Giles did not look happy standing there holding his crossbow. He was doing that little “I’m really not happy” mouth quivering brow knitting thing, which is usually saved for, well, Xander actually.
“Me!? I didn’t do a blasted thing to the whelp. Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to hurt him and then call you and then wait here for you to come and turn me into urn-food? Not bloody likely, you ponce!” Seriously, don’t any of these people have anything between their ears?
“Uh, well…If you didn’t do anything to him, who did?” At least the quivering had stopped. Which meant the shaking had stopped, which meant that the rude little chip of wood wouldn’t accidentally dust him.
“Well if you’d point that thing somewhere else, I might be able to tell you, you bloody git.”
“Well…alright, but don’t try anything.”
“Right, because I really really want an apocalyptic headache for the next three days. This sodding piece of plastic and metal in my head kinda puts a hold on tearing out your vocal cords, remember?” Now Spike was pissed. Wasn’t enough that he willingly (almost, anyway) helped them out with whatever baddy was in town or that he bloody well protected them – noooo…They’re still worried he’s going to tear them limb from limb the first chance he gets. And this was a bad thing why, exactly?
“Oh yes, the chip.” Sometimes the watcher was as daft as the Great Poofter. How could someone just forget about something like that? Spike sure wished he could.
“Yeah, the chip, you git. Now are you gonna play nice or do I have to call your mum and tell her to take your toys away?” Spike enjoyed the flash of pure Ripper that spasmed through Giles’ face. Although it was rather scary, even for Spike, seeing that gleam to his eye – the green eyes turning almost as golden as Spike’s.
“Look, Spike – I’m here for Xander and only Xander. I’m not going to play these stupid games with you. And you had better hope that he is okay. Because if he’s not, you’ll find out what ‘eternal life’ really means – and then beg for it to end.” And quickly the Ripper gleam was gone.
“Whatever, mate.” Not that Spike was scared or anything. He had no doubts he could take Giles any day – but Ripper he wasn’t so sure about. Funny, that. Seemed like just about everyone had a second identity in this shite little town. Spike wondered what Xander’s was.
At long last, the watcher put down the crossbow and turned to find Xander asleep, as he had been for the past twenty-four hours. Giles rounded to the other side of the bed and placed the crossbow on the chair beside the fold-out. He took off his jacket and set it on top of the weapon. Spike noticed that Giles’ face was contorted in what appeared to be grief. The bloody watcher grieved over everyone and every thing in his life. He seemed afraid to touch the boy.
“He’s only sleeping. But he’s been asleep for most of the last twenty-four hours. That’s why I called you,” Spike said, after shaking off the demon. He was still on the floor, next to Xander’s side. A part of him didn’t want to leave that place.
Giles sat on the bed and took Xander’s hand, outwardly wincing at how hot it was. He checked Xander’s pulse, which was normal, and listened to his breathing. Giles gave a weary sigh and tried collecting himself before speaking.
“But it’s not normal sleep, is it? No, his body is too warm – fever is too high to be normal. What happened, Spike?” Giles looked at the bowl of water on the bed and the towel lying next to Xander – it must have fallen off while Spike was sleeping.
Spike got up off of the floor and took the towel and the bowl into the kitchen. He poured out the old water and poured new cold water in, rinsed out the towel and returned to Xander. Giles hadn’t moved at all from where he sat on the bed.
Spike picked up the towel and wrung out all the excess water, folded it nicely and gently laid it on Xander’s forehead. Still no sign of life other than the erratic breathing and slight rise and fall of the boy’s chest.
“Nothing, really. A night like any other – you called and said there was a new nasty in town and off we went. After taking care of that one, we were on our way back and some other ugly thing jumped out and said ‘boo’.” Spike took the cloth off Xander’s forehead and re-soaked it with cold water – not that it was doing much good – and replaced it once more on Xander’s head.
Spike looked up to see Giles frowning at Spike. Maybe not at Spike, but at Spike’s actions. Maybe Giles was waiting for some kind of mojo to happen with the water or something. Just like Xander said – What. Ever.
“Anyway, you know the little whelp. Couldn’t let that ugly bugger get away without putting up a fight, now could he? So the boy took the axe and tore the demon a new one. Sure enough, Xander found the right spot to whack at and the damned thing fell like a ton a bricks.” Spike for some reason had a bit of difficulty reciting the tale. His mouth went dry and his chest hurt. But the watcher had to know so’s he could save the boy. “O-Only trouble was, the demon wasn’t quite as dead as Xander thought it was and when he turned his back, the demon tried to get even. Luckily I was there and stepped in and turned the thing to mulch before it could do anything too horrible, but it did land in one pretty big doozy before I got there. Next thing I knew, the boy was on the ground muttering about some guy named Jesse.”
Spike had never in all his years as a vampire seen someone grow that pale as fast as the watcher did. His entire body shot up like a piston and became rigid as a pole. Spike could have sworn a tear or two escaped from Giles’ eyes.
“Spike, did you say Jesse?”
“Yeah, mate. Why? Who’s this Jesse bloke?” Spike was beginning to get very suspicious, not to mention worried…And yeah, Spike thought, might as well give in to that one. Worried about the damn boy. Well, he could admit it to himself, but he wouldn’t be caught alive telling someone else.
“He’s…he was someone we knew a very long time ago.” Spike mentally scoffed. As if that didn’t have the tone of death mixed right into it.
“Alright, we need to figure out how to make Xander right again…What did you say this demon looked like, Spike?”
“Didn’t say it, did I? Well…”
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 never feel helpless, recess, this mess if you do.”
Spike was woken up by his vampire senses screaming “Danger Will Robinson!!!” and his demon’s features came tearing up to his face. He snapped awake only to find a too-pointy stick aimed for the not-so-lucky spot. And isn’t that a great way to wake up?
“Oi, Watcher, what’re you doing? Since when is it a bloody crime to sleep sitting up?”
“What did you do to Xander, Spike?” Giles did not look happy standing there holding his crossbow. He was doing that little “I’m really not happy” mouth quivering brow knitting thing, which is usually saved for, well, Xander actually.
“Me!? I didn’t do a blasted thing to the whelp. Do you really think I’d be stupid enough to hurt him and then call you and then wait here for you to come and turn me into urn-food? Not bloody likely, you ponce!” Seriously, don’t any of these people have anything between their ears?
“Uh, well…If you didn’t do anything to him, who did?” At least the quivering had stopped. Which meant the shaking had stopped, which meant that the rude little chip of wood wouldn’t accidentally dust him.
“Well if you’d point that thing somewhere else, I might be able to tell you, you bloody git.”
“Well…alright, but don’t try anything.”
“Right, because I really really want an apocalyptic headache for the next three days. This sodding piece of plastic and metal in my head kinda puts a hold on tearing out your vocal cords, remember?” Now Spike was pissed. Wasn’t enough that he willingly (almost, anyway) helped them out with whatever baddy was in town or that he bloody well protected them – noooo…They’re still worried he’s going to tear them limb from limb the first chance he gets. And this was a bad thing why, exactly?
“Oh yes, the chip.” Sometimes the watcher was as daft as the Great Poofter. How could someone just forget about something like that? Spike sure wished he could.
“Yeah, the chip, you git. Now are you gonna play nice or do I have to call your mum and tell her to take your toys away?” Spike enjoyed the flash of pure Ripper that spasmed through Giles’ face. Although it was rather scary, even for Spike, seeing that gleam to his eye – the green eyes turning almost as golden as Spike’s.
“Look, Spike – I’m here for Xander and only Xander. I’m not going to play these stupid games with you. And you had better hope that he is okay. Because if he’s not, you’ll find out what ‘eternal life’ really means – and then beg for it to end.” And quickly the Ripper gleam was gone.
“Whatever, mate.” Not that Spike was scared or anything. He had no doubts he could take Giles any day – but Ripper he wasn’t so sure about. Funny, that. Seemed like just about everyone had a second identity in this shite little town. Spike wondered what Xander’s was.
At long last, the watcher put down the crossbow and turned to find Xander asleep, as he had been for the past twenty-four hours. Giles rounded to the other side of the bed and placed the crossbow on the chair beside the fold-out. He took off his jacket and set it on top of the weapon. Spike noticed that Giles’ face was contorted in what appeared to be grief. The bloody watcher grieved over everyone and every thing in his life. He seemed afraid to touch the boy.
“He’s only sleeping. But he’s been asleep for most of the last twenty-four hours. That’s why I called you,” Spike said, after shaking off the demon. He was still on the floor, next to Xander’s side. A part of him didn’t want to leave that place.
Giles sat on the bed and took Xander’s hand, outwardly wincing at how hot it was. He checked Xander’s pulse, which was normal, and listened to his breathing. Giles gave a weary sigh and tried collecting himself before speaking.
“But it’s not normal sleep, is it? No, his body is too warm – fever is too high to be normal. What happened, Spike?” Giles looked at the bowl of water on the bed and the towel lying next to Xander – it must have fallen off while Spike was sleeping.
Spike got up off of the floor and took the towel and the bowl into the kitchen. He poured out the old water and poured new cold water in, rinsed out the towel and returned to Xander. Giles hadn’t moved at all from where he sat on the bed.
Spike picked up the towel and wrung out all the excess water, folded it nicely and gently laid it on Xander’s forehead. Still no sign of life other than the erratic breathing and slight rise and fall of the boy’s chest.
“Nothing, really. A night like any other – you called and said there was a new nasty in town and off we went. After taking care of that one, we were on our way back and some other ugly thing jumped out and said ‘boo’.” Spike took the cloth off Xander’s forehead and re-soaked it with cold water – not that it was doing much good – and replaced it once more on Xander’s head.
Spike looked up to see Giles frowning at Spike. Maybe not at Spike, but at Spike’s actions. Maybe Giles was waiting for some kind of mojo to happen with the water or something. Just like Xander said – What. Ever.
“Anyway, you know the little whelp. Couldn’t let that ugly bugger get away without putting up a fight, now could he? So the boy took the axe and tore the demon a new one. Sure enough, Xander found the right spot to whack at and the damned thing fell like a ton a bricks.” Spike for some reason had a bit of difficulty reciting the tale. His mouth went dry and his chest hurt. But the watcher had to know so’s he could save the boy. “O-Only trouble was, the demon wasn’t quite as dead as Xander thought it was and when he turned his back, the demon tried to get even. Luckily I was there and stepped in and turned the thing to mulch before it could do anything too horrible, but it did land in one pretty big doozy before I got there. Next thing I knew, the boy was on the ground muttering about some guy named Jesse.”
Spike had never in all his years as a vampire seen someone grow that pale as fast as the watcher did. His entire body shot up like a piston and became rigid as a pole. Spike could have sworn a tear or two escaped from Giles’ eyes.
“Spike, did you say Jesse?”
“Yeah, mate. Why? Who’s this Jesse bloke?” Spike was beginning to get very suspicious, not to mention worried…And yeah, Spike thought, might as well give in to that one. Worried about the damn boy. Well, he could admit it to himself, but he wouldn’t be caught alive telling someone else.
“He’s…he was someone we knew a very long time ago.” Spike mentally scoffed. As if that didn’t have the tone of death mixed right into it.
“Alright, we need to figure out how to make Xander right again…What did you say this demon looked like, Spike?”
“Didn’t say it, did I? Well…”
Next Part here.
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Big meanie head...cutting off right when it gets good. And what's the angle with Jesse?
Yeah, I'll admit, I'm hooked.
So, when you gonna feed this fic puppy??? =)
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Yeah, I'll admit, I'm hooked.
Hee...I'm no fool! And I'm soooo glad you like it.
Puppy's been fed, it's at the watering bowl now - the beta's. Soon, perhaps. Soon.
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*gets excited and jumps up and down*
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