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17 of 28 
17th-Feb-2013 05:34 pm
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Author: New_Unchanged
Title: I'm Not The One
Chapter: Day 17 of 28 of my Songfic Challenge
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG 13, Nothing Exciting, but I use harsh language
Concrit: Comments only
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, the lyrics to the songs, or anything else.
Warnings: M/M Pairing, but this is a Spander Community so....
Summary:Spike has had it.
Notes: The Song used for this day is U+UR Hand- P!nk




Spike was feeling foul. Buffy and her friends had him running around town all week doing their dirty work. Then when the bad guy of the week was slain, they dismissed him like some trained pooch.

What’s worse was now that he was out by himself enjoying some libations, he had the slayer’s donut boy staring at him. Spike knew the boy was attracted to him. He could smell it on him. Rolling off of him in waves, it was.

Spike just kept taking his shots and playing pool by himself. Trying to salvage what was left of his night. That was until Xander walked up and put his hand on Spike’s back.

Check it out
Going out
On the late night
Looking tight
Feeling nice
It's a **** fight
I can tell
I just know
That it's going down
Tonight
At the door we don't wait cause we know them
At the bar six shots just beginning
That's when dick head put his hands on me
But you see

“Mind if I join you? I thought the girls were coming out tonight but I guess they went back to the dorms.”

“Because Red telling you that she and Buffy were going back to the dorms to work on their psychology papers wasn’t clear enough. That’s pushing it even for someone as stupid as you.”

See this was the problem with the Scoobies. They weren’t bad kids for white hats and Spike didn’t honestly have a problem being surrounded by them anymore. The thing was they all had a sense of entitlement.

When they called, Spike was supposed to some running. ‘How high should I jump?’ and all that crap. Now that the white night wanted something from Spike, he was expected to bend over. As if the whelp hadn’t been picking at his sore spots all night.

Bugger that.

“Look, I just want to be alone. I’m not corrupting virgins or murdering puppies, so it’s none of your business what I’m up to.”

“Jeez, I just wanted to have a few beers and play pool.”

“I spent my beer money already so you’re out of luck.”

“Fine, so it’s on me..”

“Since when do you hang out with Vampires? Since when do you have extra dosh to flit around on people who aren’t your friends?”

“We’re friends.”

“No, we’re business acquaintances. I help you lot so I end up out of the dust bin.”

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

The whelp left him alone for the rest of the night. Acted like nothing happened and found some pretty little bint to chat up. He ended up leaving alone, as did I. It was the way Spike had wanted to night to go.

Midnight
I'm drunk
I don't give a ***k
Wanna dance
By myself
Guess you're outta luck
Don't touch
Back up
I'm not the one
Buh bye
Listen up it's just not happening
You can say what you want to your boyfriends
Just let me have my fun tonight
Aiight

On the way home from the bar, Spike walked around in a drunken haze. Looking for a fight and dancing on and off the tombstones. He felt like he won something. By not going home and being the kids fuck buddy for the night he maintained some dignity. He was still a man because he didn’t give the Scoobies everything they wanted from him. A voice from behind him pulled him out of his victory party.

“Spike are you okay? You seem kind of drunk. Want some help getting home?”

Bollocks. It was the boy again.


I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

“Look go home Xander. I do not want or need your help.”

“I’m just worried about you.”

“You shouldn’t be. I’m a demon and I can take care of myself. We’ve been over this once tonight. I am not you friend. You shouldn’t care.”

“But I do. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

In the corner with your boys you bet 'em five bucks
You'd get the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah

You know who you are
High fivin, talking ****, but you're going home alone arentcha?

“Why? Do you think if you act all chivalrous I’ll bend over for you?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“Do you have some bet going with Buffy over how many vamps you could shag? Death wish?”

“No, look...”

“I am not your pet vamp. I am not a wind up toy or a blow up doll for you to use however you want.”

“Spike...”

“ENOUGH!”

Xander looked shaken after the bellow, and Spike could smell the humiliation and regret pouring off of him.

Good. That should teach the boy.


Cause I'm not here for your entertainment
No
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight
It's just you and your hand

Xander turned to walk away looking at his feet. As he was leaving Spike smelled something else. Hurt, sorrow, and the bitter tang of rejection and unrequited love.

Spike blinked at this revelation, but then shook his head. If Xander cared, he would try again. It’s not like Buffy wouldn’t be yanking the string on his back like a bloody yo-yo.

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