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/
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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1:40 am Saturday morning
Xander Harris has been dead 2 hours 40 minutes.
Spike was sobering up rapidly. It was the first inkling that perhaps a
drunken wish carelessly tossed out on the hell mouth was not a
good idea. There was, after all an upside to boredom if one just
took the time to look for it.
Willow had tugged the vampire away from the body of her oldest
and dearest friend, the darkness of the cramped small room
concealing the shocked expression Spike struggled to control.
He immediately pulled away.
Any physical contact with the witch gave him the heeby geebies.
"Here's the deal, Spike. We need someone to go back in time a
few days and find out what happened to Xander. We have a
spell that we think will work but neither of us can do it because
we're alive and frankly want to stay that way. That's where you
come in. You aren't."
Somehow that felt like an insult, but he let Willow continue.
Reaching into the pocket of her jacket, the witch retrieved a small
burgundy, velvet pouch. It was secured with a golden ribbon which
she quickly proceeded to untie.
Spike and Buffy both stood by and watched as she turned the
pouch upside down and caught the contents in her palm.
Holding her hand out they could see five green cat's eye marbles
shimmering and sparkling, illuminating the darkness of the
cellar room. Spike reached out but snatched his hand back before
He wasn't stupid.
"How do they work? What do I have to do?"
Willow dropped the marbles back in the pouch and tightened
the drawstring. She then shoved them toward the vampire
leaving no doubt what was expected.
He accepted the pouch, relieved when it didn't burn him.
"Now, listen up. Time is short. Each of these marbles will transport
you back to a specified time. I have set them to last for 20 hours each.
You will arrive at 3am and return the next day at 11:00 pm. The reason
I did that is so that you can report back to us. If we get the answers
we need in the first few times, you won't have to use all five.
Do you understand so far?"
Spike was completely lost. He was wondering again why he thought
making a wish was a good idea.
"I don't get what it is you want me to do. Besides that, you two
were his mates, what was he doing the last few days?"
The corner of Spike's mouth curled up in a disgusted sneer at the
silence that answered him.
"Oh, that's it isn't it? You were so busy with your superficial little
lives that you didn't have any time for him. Now you want to know
how he was careless enough to let himself become some vampires
Buffy drew her fist back, hoping to put all she had into the punch.
She didn't care that he was right or maybe she was doubly furious
because he was.
This time it was Willow who grabbed her arm as it drew back.
"Stop it Buffy. You know he's not wrong."
Turning to Spike, Willow went on.
"You are on target, Spike. Regretfully none of us has seen Xander
in the last few days. On Monday, Buffy ran into him and he complained
about you bugging him but neither of us spoke to him after that."
Spike frowned. He hadn't see the boy in weeks, and certainly didn't
care enough to aggravate him. No, whoever was getting on the
boys last nerve was not Spike. Deciding an argument over this
discrepancy was pointless, Spike let her keep talking.
"He wanted to have lunch, but I told him I had tests and was busy
with classes. I meant to call him later in the week, but just never got
around to it. Buffy has been working more with Giles on some issues
the Council has complained about so she hasn't called him either.
We just need to understand what happened. We need to know......."
"You want to know if it's your fault the boy's dead."
Willow choked back the guilt and emotion.
"Yes, I guess we do, but that's not all. I'm not exactly sure how it
will work, but if you can find some way to save him, please, please
Spike, do it. Stake the vampire that bit him and save his life.
We would both be more grateful than you can ever imagine."
Spike tipped his head to the side and lifted one eyebrow.
"Eternal gratitude, huh? And just what form would that gratitude
take cause I gotta tell you I'm not putting my sexy white arse on
the line out of the goodness of my heart. And to be honest, there
is no love lost between me and donut boy over there. So I believe
there were certain incentives mentioned?"
Spike waggled his eyebrows and tucked his tongue behind his
Buffy nodded her head encouragingly.
"Oh, sure. Absolutely. I mean we will both give you a real big
blow job, won't we Willow? I mean, yeah, together, separately,
which ever. Totally. But only when this is all done."
On a normal day, Spike would have been suspicious and doubtful
of the Slayer's sincerity, but since making his wish, nothing about
this night had been normal, so his final decision had been 'what the fuck.'
and gave an agreeing nod.
Spike shoved one of Xander's legs to the side and hopped up on the
wooden slab of a butcher block table. He rubbed his hands together
briskly and smiled.
"First, I need blood. Damn near starvin' I am and I know the Watcher has a
whole freezer full. I'm going to need to be at full strength for a job of the
Buffy squinted suspiciously.
"You get half now. 4 quarts of human, and the rest when the job is done."
"O.k. then, deal made, terms accepted. How do we do this?"
Buffy grudgingly went up to retrieve the blood as Willow explained.
Willow rattled the velvet bag that Spike held in his hand.
"You take out one of the orbs and smash it on the ground. The
resulting shock field will zap you back. Now, Xander, um, died, on
Friday night around 11:00 p.m. For the first time I am sending you
back to Monday morning at 3:00 am. You need to find a way to
spend the day with him.. Talk to him and see what's going on.
At exactly 11:00 pm on Monday night, you will begin to feel a pulling
sensation. You need to be somewhere that Xander won't see so you
don't freak him out. At that time you will be snatched back here.
Kind of like a rubber band, you will be shot out and snapped back."
Spike gave all this some thought and in a very frightening way
it almost made sense.
"You just want me to talk to him? Wouldn't it be easier to just tie him
up so that he can't go out?"
Buffy returned and handed Spike the mug of warm blood and looked hopeful,
but Willow just shook her head.
"No. We don't know what altering time like that would do. That's
why I just want to know how he was. What was going on in his
life. Did he find another job? Was he seeing someone new?
Was he depressed? Was he going out on patrol alone often?"
"Oh, God, Willow. Do you think he went out intending to be killed?
He wouldn't do that, would he? Is that why he didn't fight back?"
Willow's voice dropped to a whisper.
"That's what Spike is going to tell us."
She then lifted her face and steadied her resolve.
"Now, when you come back here, one day will have passed for
you but after the first orb, each one will account for one hour or so of
our time. That means if you go right now....."
Willow checked the time on her watch, holding it just inches from her
face in the dark room.
"You will be back here at 2:00 am our time. Are you ready?"
Spike jumped down from the table. He gulped the wonderful, rich
O+, turned around, facing the dead man on the table, and patted his face.
"Be seeing ya soon, Buddy."
He then straightened his coat, smoothed back his hair and cracked his
neck on each side. Reaching into the velvet pouch that rested safely
at Xander's side, he withdrew the first sparkling round marble and lifted
his hand high in the air.
"Get the lip gloss ready ladies, be back soon."
With that, Spike smashed the marble on the floor in front of him.
Immediately, a blinding flash of white light exploded, lighting up the room
like the shock of a bolt of lightning, temporarily blinding both the women
who stood there. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.
"AH! Willow, shit. You there?"
"Yeah, Buffy, don't move. Just give it a minute till your eyes focus.
Spike? You o.k? Spike?"
The room was silent. Spike was gone.