RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Conceived in the warped
hive of the BmblBee. She owns none of the characters
or products named and makes no money from their use.
WARNINGS: Character death. Boys playing with boys. Vampire/human contact.
SUMMARY: Xander Harris is dead. Drained by a vampire in the
Longview Cemetery. When his body is discovered
his friends realize that no one has seen or heard from him
in the last five days. Willow comes up with a spell to send
someone back in time to find out how he ended up there
and possibly save his life. Spike is reluctantly recruited.
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1:00 a.m. Saturday morning.
Xander Harris has been dead for two hours.
The three mourners stood silently by, staring at the body they had just
carried down and laid on the heavy butcher block table in the dark,
cool, wine cellar.
Giles was so grief stricken that for once the thought of tea never even
entered his mind.
"How did this happen? I don't understand. Why was he there?
You said yourself that there has been almost no vampire activity in that
cemetery for weeks. Xander was not stupid or careless yet look
at his hands, they're clean. His clothes are not torn or damaged.
He never fought back. It doesn't make sense."
"What if he was turned, Giles? Even as the slayer I don't think I could
stake him. Isn't there some way we can know? Maybe we can do the
spell. You know, with the orb and stick his soul back on. Can we
keep him if we do? Can we, Giles?"
Giles head snapped around at the whining blond
"Keep him? If he's been turned, he's a vicious killing vampire, Buffy.
He's not some floppy haired puppy that's followed you home."
But that was the problem, because he was. He always had been.
He was everything a puppy should be. Sweet, kind, helpful,
loyal to a fault, and totally devoted to Buffy and her cause.
Xander was a true white knight. He had lived and now died
for a fight that should never have been his.
Overwhelmed, Giles backed away from the still, silent body.
"I, um, I need to go check something. I'll be back. I'll........."
Giles turned and climbed the steps, his shoulders slumped
with the weight of the world pressing down on them.
He needed space from the sight that broke his heart and filled
his soul with guilt.
Willow, throughout this whole exchange had remained quiet, lost
in her own thoughts. Thoughts she didn't want to express till she was
certain that Giles was to far out of ear shot to hear.
"Buffy, do you remember your diamond tennis bracelet?"
Buffy shook her head. Her hand, that up till now had not stopped petting
and stroking the chest and arms of her fallen friend, now stilled and she
turned her face to Willow's. Even in the dim recesses of the small room,
Buffy could see the resolve in the witches eyes.
"What? What the hell are you talking about? What does my bracelet
have to do with Xander?"
Willow stepped closer but kept her voice low.
"Don't you remember? When you took it off last week, the clasp caught
on your jacket and broke. You were so upset you cried for an hour.
Then the next day when you got it out to take to the jewelers to be fixed,
it was already repaired, remember?"
Buffy brow crinkled as the odd memory came back.
"Sure, I just thought I had made a mistake and it wasn't broken after all.
Why? What does that have to do with anything?"
Willow dropped her eyes from Buffy's, praying her friend would see the
bigger picture in all this and not focusing on the smaller bits, like violating
Giles orders of no unauthorized magic.
"Well, you were so upset that I thought maybe there was something I
could do. So I did a spell."
After checking the stairway for fear Giles had heard her shout, Willow
hastened to explain.
"Shhh, Buffy. It was just a small one. It was sort of an experiment. I
sent the bracelet back in time, just 24 hours, then brought it back. It
was before you broke it so it was still intact."
Buffy's confusion was stead fast. Bracelet? Time travel? Doctor Who?
"I don't get how that works."
Suddenly her eyes lit up and it took all her self control not to squeal and
dance, twirling Willow around till they were both dizzy.
"I get it. You just send Xander back to before tonight and he doesn't
get killed, right? Oh God, Willow it's wonderful."
Unfortunately Willow was not sharing in the joy and enthusiasm and
she put her hand on Buffy's arm in restraint.
"No. We can't do it that way. It only works on inanimate objects. It
would kill a human to go through time like that. It would literally destroy
every living cell in their body, so even though he is dead now, I don't think
we couldn't bring him back alive. Our saving his life might kill him."
Buffy jerked her arm away from the physical contact angrily.
"Then why did you even bring it up. What good does it do to know how
you can't do it?"
Willow crossed her arms over her small body and slumped back against
on of the heavy oak shelves that lined the walls of the basement.
"Because I need to know what happened. I need to know why he didn't
fight back Why he was out there, who did this, and why none of us could
find him in the last five days. I need the answers to all these questions.
It would also tell us if he has been turned or not."
Buffy pushed a stray curl off Xander's forehead and combed her fingers
through the thick brown hair that she remembered braiding one night
during a sleep over. It was his concession to no lip gloss or nail polish.
In the end he had looked in the mirror and laughingly said he liked it.
It was a good look for him.
"I need to know what happened too. I need to know if he suffered."
Buffy laid her head down on Xander's chest and the tears flowed
hot and bitter.
Willow had now started pacing the short length of the room. Her brain
whirled with electric activity as she mentally altered her spell to fit a scenario
that no spell should fit.
Buffy sniffed, wiping her nose on Xander's shirt and she watched her
friend knowing exactly what was happening. This was the time in the
movie where Spanky and Alfalfa tell the gang that they are all going to
put on a show and save the neighborhood from the wrecking ball.
"What are you thinking? What can we do?"
Willow rushed back to her side and put both hands on the sides of Buffy's face.
"Listen, what we need is for someone to go back there. Spend the last five
days with him and really find out what was going on with him. I don't know,
maybe try to stop it from happening. I'm not sure if it would work or not
but even if it doesn't, well, he'd be no worse off than he is right now, would he?"
A tiny spark of hope flickered like a pilot light deep down in her heart and
Buffy breath quickened.
"How? Who? How?"
Willow scratched her head.
"The way I see it, it will kill anyone we try to send. So logically we need
to send someone who is already dead. Or, undead."
Buffy's eyes lit up.
"Angel? I know Angel would do it for me. He's still in LA but I can
call him and I know he would come back for this."
Willow stopped her.
"No, we don't have time for that. Whoever goes, needs to go now, tonight.
Besides, I don't trust Angel. He would go straight to Giles and stop us.
No, we need to keep this totally undercover. Covert. CIA. I'm afraid
we need Spike."
"NO! I refuse to ask him for anything! Shit, Willow, you know how he is."
Willow's lips turned up in a sly curl and she nodded.
"I know exactly how he is and that's why he'll do it. He'll do it for you
Buffy and do you know why? Because you are going to offer him
anything he wants if he does. I don't care if you have to offer him the
blow job of the century, you go over there and get him. Then you
bring him back here and make sure he does what we want."
Buffy waivered, her face scrunched up in disgust.
"Yeah, but a blow job? I never actually put one of those in my
mouth before. I always kinda thought when I did it would be
Angel's cause, well, it actually isn't very big and......"
"Oh for god's sake, Buffy, you're not going to really do it. You're just
going to promise him you are. Now, I'm going home to get what I need
and you go get Spike. We'll all meet back here as quick as we can."
Buffy relaxed and smiled.
"Oh, o.k. I can do that."
Willow and Buffy took one last glance at the body of their dear friend
and brother before dashing up the dark stairway and into the well lit
living room. Giles, who was lingering in the kitchen, heard the door slam
behind them and, knowing he was alone, finally let his own tears fall.