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.
Thanks to Purpledodah for the wonderful banner.
3:00 am Saturday morning.
Xander Harris has been dead for 4 hours.
Buffy and Willow paced the room frantically. The magic hour
of 2am had come and gone with no trace of the vampire and the
women had become desperate.
By 2:20 Willow had dashed up the stairs in search of a spell book
that could possibly supply the answer to the question of what could
have gone wrong.
Within minutes she had returned. The dusty tome in one hand and a
flashlight from Giles study in the other.
They had, around 1:30 briefly wondered where Giles had gone, but were
mostly relieved that he hadn't returned and that was one piece of the
puzzle they didn't have to contend with.
"Darn it, Buffy, hold the light steady on the page."
Willow was again perched on the upside down crate in the cool dark
cellar, her friend shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the
other and causing the beam of light to sway annoyingly.
"Sorry. Sorry. Did you find anything? Do you know what went wrong?
Is he stuck back there? Do you think his molecules evaporated into
space like on Star Trek? Shit! I'll bet that weasely vampire DID come
back and he just went home. Slithered back to his filthy, bug infested
crypt. I ought to go there right now and stake his ass. I ought to........."
Willow carefully closed the book and laid it by her side on the cement
floor. She held her wrist up to her face and checked the time on her watch.
"No, Buffy. He didn't come back. If my calculations are right I think
we have a problem."
Buffy took two steps back. Her arm dropped, allowing the beam of
light to shine on a small brown bug that skittered, in shock, into a
crack of the concrete floor.
Her body went rigid and her mouth dropped comically.
"You think we have a problem? You THINK we have a problem?
For Fuck sake, Willow. Our best friend is dead and we are huddled
in the basement with his body. Giles has disappeared and we have
shot our arch enemy into the past banking on him to save us. Great
Beeswax on a bun, girl, what else could go wrong?"
Willow sat back, resting her spine against the cool block wall and
watched her friend stomp, wave her arms, and hyperventilate wildly.
She knew it was pointless to try to cut her off. It was best to let all
her frustrations flow, give them voice and not hold back. Willow
knew Buffy well enough to know she would calm down then, be more
receptive to reason.
When it appeared she was done, Willow took a deep breath and tried
"This is a time spell. I took into account the time of Xander's death
as well as when Spike should arrive back and leave. I figured in 4
hours between the time he leaves there and returns to the past in case
we didn't want this to go on. Unfortunately there was just one thing
I overlooked. Time here has not stopped. The original configuration
of 2 am would have been accurate if our time did not continue to run."
Buffy was on the verge of pulling her hair out.
"What does that mean? What the fuck does it mean, Willow?
Sprekenzee fuckin' English, Woman!"
Willow shook her head and stared at her best friend. They had sat in
the light deprived room for so long, Willow was not surprised to realize
that she could see quite clearly now.
"What it means is that each time he returns it will be an hour later our time.
If I am correct, he will come tumbling down those steps at 3 am instead
of 2. If we allow this to continue the next time will be 4 and the last will
be at 5. Close to sunrise."
Even someone as slow on the uptake as Buffy didn't take a map to find
her way around that territory.
She took a step closer to her companion and her voice dropped to a whisper.
"It could be too late. Even if he finds a way to save Xander, Spike might
get back here too late. If Xander has been turned, he will begin to rise
as soon as the sun touches the edge of the horizon. We won't have a
choice if that happens. I'll have to........."
Buffy's voice broke and she rushed back to the cold, lifeless body, throwing
herself over him, fearful of what seemed to be the inevitable outcome
of this whole tragic affair.
Willow watched as Buffy's moving shadow blended with Xander's still one.
"Let's not panic yet. It's 2:30. If I'm right we still have a half an hour.
Besides, Spike said he had an idea. Let's give him a chance. We don't have
any other choice, Buffy. All our chips are on Spike. Let's pray he plays
The next 30 minutes were spent bickering, apologizing and pacing.
Buffy had rushed upstairs twice to pee and once to check her make-up.
Willow had picked a loose thread on the hem of her sweater till it had
pulled a gapping hole in the seam, rendering it unrepairable.
By 2:55 the anticipation had them both on the verge of screaming.
What would they do if 3 am came and went with no vampire.
Would he always be lost in the past? Did they really care beyond how it
would affect them and their hopes for Xander?
Buffy's fingertips dug fiercely into her scalp as she pressed her palms
over her eyes.
"What time is it now, Willow? What's the time?"
Before Willow had the chance to answer the small closed door at the
top of the steps ratted with the force of the energy field that slammed
into it and the vampire tumbled roughly down to land in a heap at
"Fuckin' hell, witch. Can't you do that some other way?'
Spike fumbled, off balance, and staggered to his feet.
In relief and gratitude, both women rushed to him and threw their
arms around him, one on each side, they hugged him tightly.
Spike had no idea what was going on but their small warm bodies felt
incredible pressed against him. When his hand slowly wandered too low,
Buffy smacked it off her ass and stepped back.
"Pig! Damn, Spike. You scared us to death. We thought we lost you."
Spike's face crinkled in confusion and he looked to Willow for a
reasonable explanation, recognizing that expecting anything rational
in this bizarre situation was probably asking too much.
"You're late, Spike. There is a glitch in the spell and each time you
return it's an hour later. It's three, not two, and we weren't sure you could
make it back."
Spike needed a minute to contemplate the implications of that. At first it
seemed minute, unimportant, what was 60 minutes when they were
dealing with days? He looked back and forth between the two.
Gradually it sank in. The girls had sent him back to save their friend and
this new wrinkle was going to make it harder. They had no idea that this
whole strange night was the result of a wish. A way to relieve the boredom
of an extended, tedious unlife. They had actually put all their hopes in him
and he was about to let them down.
Buffy was becoming increasingly pissed off at his silence and grabbed him
roughly by the arm.
"Speak! Say something. What the hell is going on back there? What
about your idea with the newspapers? Did it work? Is he o.k? Can
you save him? Damn it, Spike, talk to us."
Angrily, Spike jerked away from the clutching claws of the Slayer and he
wandered over to the still, quiet body of his new friend. Suddenly, he wished
he had never started this. He regretted doing something as stupid as making
a wish on the hell mouth. He should have known nothing good
would have come of it.
Brushing the hair off Xander's forehead, Spike voice dropped low.
"It didn't work. I don't think I can save him. I don't know why but I think
it's supposed to happen."
Buffy threw herself on Spike's back, pounding her fists against him as she
screamed and cried her sorrow.
"Fuck you Spike. You try harder. Damn you, you worthless fucking vampire.
You try harder. One Xander is worth a million of you and you don't have
any right to be standing here if he's dead."
"Buffy, no. Spike, I'm sorry. We're just so upset. She didn't mean it."
Spike looked down on the floor where Buffy had collapsed in sobbing
tears and he felt one of his own slide down his cheek.
"She's right. Xander is worth that, and more."
Spike went to the velvet pouch and took out another glass ball.
"I might not be able to save his life, but I can at least make sure his last few
days are happy ones."
With that, he smashed the ball and was gone.