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 Petxnd for the wonderful banner and patient preread.
5:00 am Saturday morning
Xander Harris has been dead for 6 hours.
Willow paced frantically. That last ten minutes before the vampire
returned was always the most taxing. She had gone upstairs and
found Buffy sleeping on Giles sofa. She thought about waking
her but really didn't want the irritation.
Slipping quietly back down, Willow wrung her hands together and
shivered. The damp of the basement had seeped into her bones and
blood and her tiny frame was chilled through and through.
Emotionally drained, she had cried, stomped, begged, and threatened,
yet the God's of fate turned a deaf ear in the direction of the small
Xander Harris was still dead.
Whatever Spike was doing back there, he wasn't saving her friend's
life, not yet at least.
Even though the spell was her's, she wasn't entirely certain how it would
work. At first she thought maybe Spike could say or do something that
would turn the tides of time and Xander would leap up from the small
wood top table.
He would laugh at the joke he had played on his best friend and they
would all have agree. He had fooled them. No one would be angry
because he would be alive. That's all that would matter.
Then as time dragged on, the body turned cold and stiff. The blood
no longer pumped outward from the warm wonderful heart that she
had so often laid her head against and listened to beat.
His skin was pale and waxy, icky to touch and she had stopped.
After the last hour, she had also no longer been able to look at him.
She counted the number of shelves on the walls and the number of bottles
on each shelf.
She was out of tears.
Willow knew she was just minutes away from the vampire's return
and this time she was ready for him.
Each time Spike appeared, he offered no answers. No explanation of
what was happening. What he was doing.
Returning to the table, Willow reached down and picked up the soft,
burgundy velvet pouch, careful not to let her fingers brush over the body
of her friend.
She tugged open the gold tie and, holding it in her left hand, she fished
around in it with her right. Down in the bottom, tucked in a deep crease
laid the last glass marble.
Taking it out, Willow thought briefly about throwing caution to the wind
and smashing it herself. Even if she couldn't save him she could spend
time with him.
Be with him for one more day. Hear him laugh, feel his warm body
hugged next to her. She would say all the things it was now too late to
say. All the things she should have said before.
"I'm sorry I got too busy for you."
"I'm sorry for all the times you called and I never called you back."
"I'm sorry for not standing up for you every time Buffy or Giles said
something mean about you behind your back."
"I'm sorry for all the mean things I said."
"I love you."
"Please don't leave me."
Lost in thought, the last two minutes passed by and Willow was startled
when the air on the room popped and rippled with the percussion of
the shock wave. Quickly she stuffed the marble in the pocket of her
jeans and hurried to the steps to wait.
Purposefully, and with no hesitation, Spike descended down the steps.
Willow was startled to see him dressed only in oversized sleep pants
that she recognized as Xander's. His feet were bare and his hair
mussed as though he had been sleeping.
With his eyes locked on Xander's body and the table in the center of the
room, Spike marched past the witch, dismissing her presence as unimportant.
He grabbed up the velvet pouch and turned it upside down.
Holding his hand out he shook it, trying to dislodge the last glass ball
he knew should be there.
When nothing fell out, he spun around, his blue eyes flashed yellow
and was suddenly very intent on the small redhead. Willow shuddered
as the scrutiny sent waves of fear straight to the pit of her stomach.
Involuntarily, she took a step back, her spine bumping and rattling
the bottles of wine behind her.
"Give it to me."
Willow was not stupid. She did not mistake the fact that the tone of
the words was low, it was a deceiving calm. One that implied an
unspoken threat of tortures she couldn't begin to imagine.
"Nnnnoo. No, Spike. I....I want some answers first."
"GIVE ME THE GOD DAMN ORB!!!!"
The venom in his words should have made her hand the item over
immediately, but had just the opposite effect. It hardened her resolve.
She had lost her Xander. What could he possibly do to her that
would hurt worse than that?
"NO! No. This is the last one. The last chance for you to change the past
and the future and I want to know what you are doing. Why are you
dressed in Xander's sleepers? You said you had a plan. What was it?
Can you save him or are you just fucking around?"
The shock of Willow using the "f" word startled them both and broke
the stand off. Spike blinked and took a step back. Willow blew out
the breath she didn't realize she was holding.
Turning his back on her, Spike walked slowly over to where his boy lay,
quiet and ignored. As he leaned over her friend, Willow was stunned
as she watched Spike kiss the cold, dead lips.
"I'm fucking up, that's what I'm doing."
She watched the tears fall and heard him whisper.
"I'm sorry, Love. I didn't know how to stop it. I didn't know what
else to do. Please forgive me, Love, and understand."
Willow eased forward. She gingerly reached out and when he didn't
refuse the contact, she pulled the vampire into her arms.
Instantly the damn broke and together they collapsed to the floor.
She rocked him gently as he sobbed.
After only a few minutes, she pushed him away.
"Time is running, Spike. If you're going back you don't have much time."
Spike sniffled and wiped his eyes on the back of his hand and nodded.
"Fine, now, a couple questions then you can go."
Willow waited for the screaming demands, but the vampire seemed
defeated, all the fight was gone.
"Are the two of you ......together?"
Spike dropped his eyes and nodded.
"Are you in love with him?"
A fresh round of tears spilled down and he hiccuped.
"Is he happy, Spike? Were his last five days on earth happy ones?"
Spike lifted his head and looked her in the eye. Of this much he was
"Yes. We are both happy."
"You aren't going to be able to stop this are you?"
He shook his head.
"Was there anything Buffy or I could have done that would have
Spike's blue eyes looked confused.
"I don't know. What is destiny and what is an accident of fate?
What is meant to be and what can be altered? It's too big a
question for one stupid vampire mind to suss out. I guess all we can
do is live each day to it's fullest. Live like we are about to die."
With out another word, Willow stood up and fished down in the tight
pocket of her hip hugging jeans. She pulled out the small, glass ball and
held her fist out to him.
Dragging himself to his feet he wiped his nose on his forearm and he
held out his shaking hand. Willow's small fingers unfurled and the green
cats eye marble fell into his palm.
"Make his last one his best, Spike, for all of us."
Spike nodded. He took one last wistful look at the body of his
beloved and he smashed the glass to the floor.