FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 44 Death
WORD COUNT: 503 words.
SUMMARY: Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when goodbye is forever.
WARNINGS: Tissues needed.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100 AU Season 6
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
Spike normally comforted someone, instead of someone comforting him.
Normally, he was Dawn’s rock, the one she turned to. When no one in her life could help, Spike always did.
Crying onto her shoulder, he struggled to find words for what refused to be said. Somehow, for only the second time in over a hundred years, he was speechless.
“This can’t be happening.” Willow muttered, pacing. “This is impossible.” She glanced around frantically. “It’s Xander. He’s not…NO…I refuse to believe this. No-bad nightmare.”
Buffy looked toward Willow, hastily wiping her eyes. She blinked, and began to speak.
“Crane collapse, didn’t see that coming.” she muttered. “Demon- yes . Vengeful vamp- Yes . Crane collapse? Never.” She awkwardly embraced Spike. “Let’s do this.”
Spike leaned on Buffy, needing the support she offered for the very first time. He knew he looked weak, and yet, he didn’t care what everyone else thought. He needed her, to force him to do this. It had to be done.
“Probably think I’m a damn fool.” he muttered, wiping his eyes. “Crying like this.” Buffy stopped suddenly, causing him to stumble.
“You’re not a fool. I love Xander too. He’s like my brother. Actually, when he told me about you, I wasn’t really mad. Just had to play the part, because he wouldn’t have stuck with you,, thinking I approved.” Buffy made a sharp left, leading him into a room. “They’re getting ready to harvest his organs. Maybe we can have some small comfort in knowing that his big goofy heart is helping someone else lead a meaningful life.” She sighed, looking towards the bed.
Xander lay in the bed, virtually unrecognizable. His face was deeply bruised, and bandages were wrapped around his head. The only sounds coming from him were the soft hiss as the ventilator inflated, and deflated over and over again. Spike struggled to remain together.
“Spike…can’t you…?” Buffy’s voice trailed off. Spike cleared his throat, struggling to comprehend. Had she just asked him to…?
“No. He’s not getting turned.” he spat. “If I did that, the Xan we know and love would never be. Do you know how much violence Angelus had to use to even tame me enough to follow him?” He wiped his eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t considered it and if there was any way to guarantee Xander stay Xander, I would.” He hunched over the bed and grasped Xander’s battered hand. “Xan, I love you and life most definitely will not be the same. Will I soldier on? I’ll try my best. Somehow, I think it’ll take a very long time for things to go back to normal…or some resemblance of normal.” He pressed his lips to Xander’s forehead. “Give ‘em hell in the next world for me, Xan Pet. Give ‘em hell. Love ya.”