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5 Days More

TITLE: 5 Days More
8/46
AUTHOR: BmblBee
RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
and language.
PARING: S/X
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.



Thanks to Purpledodah for the wonderful banner.

1:50 am Saturday morning
Xander Harris has been dead nearly 3 hours.

Buffy paced the length of the room which, unfortunately took
her only eight steps. She spun around and followed the same
path back.

Neither woman had touched or mentioned the body that had now
begun cooling and stiffening on the table in the center of the room
since Spike had gone.

"How long has it been? It seems like hours. Do you think he
made it? Do you think he found Xander?"

Willow had tripped over a small wooden crate that Giles had set
in a corner of the room and was using it upside down as a seat to
sit and wait.
She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them.

"I hope so. I know I did the spell right but it has never been used
on a live person. Although Spike isn't exactly alive, he is, you know,
moving and stuff. He's only been gone, like, 5 minutes our time but
that could be hours in the past. Anyway, he will be back here in 50
more minutes. I hope he found something out."

Buffy squatted down and flicked a dust bunny off her pink strap
flats. She squished a small brown spider and picked up, then
discarded, a dirty bottle cork that was lying on the floor.

She sighed and resumed her walk. After two more passes,
she paused and squinted at her companion in the darkness.

"Now how long has it been?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Spike followed Xander several blocks east, turned a corner,
and one more south. They came to an area of older run down
buildings and approached the first one. It was a three story brick
that very nearly crossed the line from apartments to flop house.

The alley that ran the length of the side of the building smelled of urine
and if Spike wasn't mistaken, he was sure he had eaten a homeless
bloke in a cardboard box there about a month ago.

Spike started up the front steps, watching the chunks of cracked
cement crumble under his boots when he heard Xander voice
below him.

"Nuh ha. Down here."

Spike turned and saw the boy duck down a side set of steps
to a darkened stair well that concealed a basement. Following
him down he watched as Xander stuck his key in the lock and
after wiggling and forcing it, the door swung open.
Without hesitation he called back over his shoulder.

"Come in Spike."

So he did.
Looking all around, the first thing Spike noticed gratefully was
the fact that the windows were high and probably because of the
neighborhood, well covered to prevent a would be thief from
scoping out the goods.
Of which there were none.

The small living room was furnished with second hand furniture consisting
of a plaid sofa, a broken down easy chair and a small tv sitting on a stand
in the corner. The floor was stark, worn, hard wood with a tattered
throw rug covering the center.

There was a limited kitchen area with an antique fridge, a stove and a
small round table. Two wooden chairs sat at the sides and Spike
wondered if any visitors had been here to break bread with the boy.
Did the Slayer and the witch even know this place existed?
He could see through an open door way there was a bedroom and bath.
Similarly decorated.

"Nice place."

Xander tried to evaluate the tone of the vampire's voice for the level
of sarcasm but quickly decided it didn't matter.

"Yeah, well, it beats the other basement. At least here I can do as I please.
Nobody yells at me. Nobody......... Anyway, it's mine. At least it is
if I can find another job before the next month's rent comes due.
Furniture might not be much, but that's mine too, so sleep on it
without bitchin' or go on your way. Makes me no different one way or
the other."

Xander went to the small kitchen and jerked open the fridge door.
He grabbed out two beers and let it slam shut, rattling the remaining
contents. Returning to the living room, he handed one to the vampire
that still stood in the same spot, and he switched on the tv before
dropping down into the easy chair.

Spike took the beer gratefully and sat on the couch. He wasn't sure
what his next step should be. His brain fumbled with the questions of
why was he here again?
What was he supposed to be finding out?

Spike took another swallow and studied the young man.
Lonely, unemployed, broke. Did that spell depression? Did that
spell suicide by vampire? Somehow he didn't so. Insomnia would
explain why he was out there. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was all
there was to it. Wrong place at the wrong time.

"What the fuck you staring at?"

Spike was startled out of his contemplation to realize how suspicious
he must be acting. Whatever else happened he didn't want to be
tossed out now. Not with the sunrise coming. He wondered if he
burst into flames here, would he be a goner in the future too?
It was all very confusing.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, didn't realize. It's just late is all and I guess I'm
getting sort of tired. Creature of the night you know. Sun comes up
and the brain shuts down."

Xander nodded and drained the last of his beer.
"Yeah, funny thing, I'm suddenly feeling kind of sleepy myself.
Odd, I can't remember the last time I really felt like I wanted to sleep."

Standing and stretching, Xander tugged his shirt off over his
head and swiped his under arms with it. Spike's body tingled
at the surprised sight of the wonderful body the boy had hidden.

Strong tan arms and chest covered with a fine sprinkling of dark
hair that settled in the center of his chest, trailed down over
a flat wash board stomach and disappeared into a promise not
offered. His baggy jeans rode low, revealing defined hip bones
and, oh dear Lord, an outie of a belly button.

This time Xander seemed totally oblivious to Spike's overt
interest.
He set his empty bottle in the sink and turned his back on his
house guest. Before closing the bedroom door, he paused.

"The windows are covered. No light can come in. I don't have
any extra blankets or pillows, but I guess if you been sleeping in a
crypt, this can't be much worse. You, um, still gonna be here in
the morning?"

Spike nodded.
"I'll be here."

Xander seemed to physically relax as he dragged his exhausted body
into the bedroom where he dropped his pants and fell into bed. Within
minutes Spike could hear the soft repetitive breathing of a human
sleeping soundly. He stretched out on the couch and, before he could
formulate a plan, he was also snoring quietly.
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