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True Innocent

Title: True Innocent 13/34
Author: BmblBee
Title: True Innocent 14/34
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
Paring: S/X - of course
Warnings: None really except the expected man lovin'
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing, including the
lovely men used in the commission of this story.

Summary: This is a follow up to the story "Temptation".
It sees Spike and his new childe returning to California
to the dark angel. He has the answers to questions
Spike has about Xander.

Anyone who is interested in reading Temptation, it can be
found here: http://bmblbee.livejournal.com/tag/temptation

As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.



Special thanks to the lovely Shanmara for the wonderful banner.


The highway stretched long and dark ahead of them. Spike
reckoned they had about two more hours of night time before
they needed to locate a motel and settle in for a nice little
fuck and a kip.

Conversation had petered off and Spike began fiddling with the
radio while Xander dug in and happily ate his way through the large
bag of goodies Spike had given him

When he finally located a hard rock oldies station, he cranked up
the volume and began singing along. Xander smiled and bounced in
his seat in time with the tune.

Spike slouched into the butt shaped leather. With his window
rolled down he flung his arm out and let the cool night air fill the car
and blow away the clouds of smoke from his stolen cigarette.

This was the way a road trip should go. Easy, relaxed, happy........
Spike's thoughts were interrupted by an odd sound. Something he
didn't remember as being a sound Janis Joplin would make as
she warbled out a song of misery and drug use.

Snapping off the radio, Spike listened. Just when he thought he had
been wrong and again reached to reinstate the tunes, he heard it again.
Kind of a high pitched whine.

"Pet, do you hear that?"
Spike turned to his childe and found him bent over in his seat, hands
wrapped around his stomach, rocking back and forth
Xander looked up at his sire and whimpered.

"Shit, Xander, how much of that junk did you eat?"
Spike grabbed the sack off the floor and looked in, unsurprised to
see not much left but empty wrappers and a few untouched
granola bars.

"Christ on a cookie boy! You weren't supposed to eat it all at
once. Goddamn it don't you dare upchuck in this car!"

Xander let out a wail.
"Don't blaspheme. Help me sire, my tummy hurts. Momma always
knew what to do for me when I got a tummy ache. I WANT MY
MOMMA!!!"
Xander rocked in his seat and cried.

As soon as he could, Spike whipped off to the side of the road.
Charging around to the passenger's side he jerked the car door
open and snatched Xander out by the arm. Immediately he spun
him around and pulled his childe's back flush against Spike's chest.

He bent the crying, protesting boy over and quickly applied a modified
Heimlich maneuver.
On the second thrust, Xander let loose. Huge amounts of half chewed
chocolate, snack cakes and cookies floating in pools of soda and juice
spewed forth and splattered on the berm of the road.

"It's o.k. boy. Your sire has you."
Spike continued to hold him close while he wretched painfully till there
was nothing left but dry heaves and weak sobs.

When it seemed like the worst was over, Spike turned the boy in his arms
and cuddled him tightly.
"I'm sorry, Xander. I shouldn't have given you all that crap. I guess I'm
not a very good sire."

Xander pulled back and wiped his nose on his sleeve. He sniffled and
hiccuped. "NO! You are the best sire. I'm sorry. I always do stupid
things. Please don't be mad at me. I love you so much. I'm sorry."
He threw his arms around Spike and hugged him close.

Spike held him in firm loving arms while kissing the side of his neck
and ear, continually crooning.
"Everything is all right. Your sire loves you. Shhhhh. Come on now."

Knowing they still had miles to go before morning, Spike gently
pulled back and wiped the tears from his beloved's face.
"We need to go, boy. You lay down in the back seat and
nap a bit while I drive. When we get to the motel I'll wake
you, yea?"

Xander nodded and tried a weak smile. Spike cupped his face
and kissed his lips. Neither mentioned the sour smell of vomit.

Opening the back door, Spike waited till Xander started to climb in and
he firmly planted his boot in Xander's ass giving him a small shove forward.

"Get yer flabby arse in there boy."

Xander giggled and curled up.
He was asleep before Spike was back out on the highway.

Spike glanced back every few minutes to check on him. He cursed
the fact that he couldn't just look in the rear view mirror.
Stupid fucking cosmic rules.

Spike's good mood was shot all to hell. This damn sire business
was harder than it looked. Maybe frustration was the reason
behind all those beatings his own sire administrated so freely.
It was starting to make sense. Still, he could never do that to
his own sweet childe. Not yet anyway.

Spike's emotions were off the charts as his thoughts confounded him..
He was concerned. What if he did something else to cause harm?
How was he supposed to know the boy would eat the whole
fuckin' bag. Was he supposed to be able to anticipate his every move?

He was pissed, but at who? Xander? No, the boy was too new to
be responsible for his actions. Himself? Yea, probably, but goddamn
it, he was doing his best.

Hurt? Oh, yea. That's the one. When the chips were down and
the boy really needed help, he called for his mother.
Not his sire, his mother.

That was the slap in the face that tugged at his heart the most. He knew
he was being ridiculous. After all the boy had been tended to by his
mother for 19 years and had only been with Spike for a couple weeks.
It was only natural. Time would change that. He would learn reliance
and loyalty to only one. His sire.

The reasoning and rational calmed Spike considerably. He knew they
both had a lot to learn, but at least they would learn it together.

He smiled as he looked back again on the sleeping, sweet face of his one
and only. As he did something tickled the back of his mind. Something
Angel had told him years ago. During the early years when the family was
just the four of them, Darla and Angel would take turns telling stories
to pass the long sunny days when they were trapped inside.

Spike seldom paid much attention to them, all his focus on his dark princess.
His time and energies sapped by her insanity.
His love for her knew no bounds.
Her craziness had no limits.
In the end he was spent. Worn out by her lack of affection for
anyone but Angel and any other passing demon, his love faded away.

Still, some of the stories seeped through and as he studied his childe, one
of them came to mind. When the memory exploded in full force he was
stunned. He swerved off the road and slammed on the brakes.
Spinning around he stared at his own childe and wondered,

"Oh my God! It can't be true! It isn't real. It's just a fairy tale. Isn't it?"
Spike was shaken to the core. He tried frantically to think of who he
could ask.
Who would know? Certainly not a watcher. Their books
contained only the bull shit that vampires told them.
Not the bimbo slayer. Hell she barely knew her own name.

Spike sighed deeply. There was only one person who would know.

"Fuck!"
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