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Fic: Ready to Run. Prt 1/1

TITLE : Ready to Run.
AUTHOR: bohofemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander.
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 049. Freedom.
WORD COUNT: 1153 words.
SUMMARY: On the day they are supposed to marry, Spike and Xander decide to make a run for it.
WARNINGS: None. Schmoop.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Post Chosen. Post NFA.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Xander muttered. “Marriage is so so final. Plus it’s Spike.” He sat down, all the color suddenly gone from his face.

“Xander. You love Spike, Don’t you?” Willow murmured, smoothing her pale yellow cocktail dress down.

“Yes, yes I do,” Xander sunk his head into his hands, after adjusting his eye patch. “Doesn’t mean I have to marry him.” He winced. “God, I have to puke.” Xander clasped a hand over his mouth. Willow threw a plastic trashcan at him.

Xander found himself vomiting into the can until his stomach was empty. As he struggled to gather his thoughts, he noticed that he was violently shaking.
“Xan, drink this,” Willow held out a bottle of orange juice. “We can’t have you fainting at the altar.” Xander knew the juice wouldn’t help much but he still drank it slowly.

“Wil, I can’t do this,” Xander stood up, beginning to pace. “Please let me go.” Willow gripped him by the shoulders.

“Alexander Lavelle Harris. You are going out there, and marrying Spike. He loves you.” Willow stated. Rinsing his mouth, Xander nodded. Someone knocked on the door, and then, walked in.

It was Spike.

“I know we probably aren’t supposed to see each other, but a little bird told me you kept wanting to run.” he said. Xander glanced to Willow.

“Can you give me some alone time with my boyfriend?” She nodded, stepping out of the room. “Who’s your little bird?”

“Drusilla. Her exact words were Your kitten is wanting to chase a mouse down and away. .” Spike sat down. “What is it, Pet?”

“You look good in White Linen.” Xander commented, glancing over Spike’s wedding outfit. Spike reached out and swatted him in the back of the head.

“Focus, Pet!” he exclaimed. “What is it?” Xander sighed.

“I don’t think we need to get married to prove we love each other.” Xander rested his head, on Spike’s shoulder. “We’re happy the way we are. Plus I don’t know. This was more Angel and Willow’s brainchild. Except that suit.”

“Would you forget the suit?”

“I like it on you!” Xander shook his head. “Want to play Julia Roberts?”

“I’m not going to be your Pretty Woman,” Spike shook his head. Xander smacked him in the back of the head. “What? I’m not into role playing!”

“I meant Runaway Bride.” he said. “I don’t want to go through with this.” Spike looked toward the door.

“Me neither.” he admitted. Then, Drusilla walked in, holding a suitcase and a tarp.

“The Kitten and Spikey decided to chase a mouse,” She held out the suitcase and tarp. “Have fun with that mean mouse.” Spike took the bags and pecked her cheek. She squealed happily, and walked away.

“That will never stop being creepy.” Xander said. He groped around. “Okay. I’ll write Willow a note. You find the car keys. Think she put money in that bag?” Spike snapped the case open, and nodded, holding a bundle of bills.

Xander glanced down at the pad of paper. What could he say? He was running out on the wedding Willow had painstakingly planned. There would be time for apologies later, but he had to leave now.

We hate to leave like this, but we can’t go through with this. We’re happy without getting committed in front of our friends and family. Spike’s with me. Don’t worry about him. Just treat them to the breakfast reception. We’ll call you when we’re settled somewhere. I love you. Don’t kill me. Xander.

“Do you have extra shoes?” Spike asked. “Dru forgot my shoes.” Xander pointed to a pair of flip-flops. “Okay.” He slid his feet into them. “Ready for this?”

They slipped out a back window. Their getaway car, a red Honda Accord, had been conveniently parked under the window.

“Remind to never say anything bad about Dru again.” Xander said, Spike stretching out in the front seat. “She really did think of everything…surprisingly.” He backed out. “And we’re free!”

They drove in relative silence for the first hour. Xander had no clue where they were going. He just knew he wanted to put miles between them and the botched ceremony.

“Sun’ll be up soon.” Spike remarked, sometime after the second hour. Xander nodded.

“We’ll pull into the first motel we see.” he said. “And just spend the day in each others’ arms.” Spike nodded. “I don’t want sex. I want to be close.”

“Yeah, Pet.”

His cell phone rang. Xander glanced to Spike.

“Who is it?” he asked. Spike picked up the phone up.


“Put it on Speaker.” Xander pulled off the highway, heading towards a small motel.

“Alexander Harris, you’ve got some explaining to do.”

“We decided to stay happily devoted to each other without getting married.”

“I‘m going to kill you as soon as I see you but at least, you took your gride this time.”


“Groom-Bride…Gride. Angel wants to talk to Spike.”

“Bloody Hell,”

“Spike. I am going to wring your neck when I see you.”

“What happened to not hurting people because of your soul?”

“I’m not their sire.”

“Have mercy on me.”

Xander left Spike arguing with Angel, while he ran into the motel.

“ I need a room.” He sighed. The clerk looked up at him.

“All we have left is the Artic Room. A King sized Waterbed under an igloo.”

“I’ll take it.” He handed her a credit card, and accepted the key. He walked back out to the car. Spike handed Xander his cell phone.

“It’s off, Pet. I hung up on Angel. Did you get a room?” Spike murmured. Xander nodded, grabbing the bag and tarp.

“We’re in The Arctic Room. Sleeping in an igloo.” Spike raised an eyebrow.

“An igloo, Xan?” He draped his arm around Xander’s waist.

“It was either sleep in an igloo or spend my life with a big pile of dust. Figured the igloo was the lesser of two evils,” He gently nuzzled Spike’s cheek. He opened the door to the room. Walking in, he was amazed to see the big igloo dome, and a king size water bed, just beyond the entrance. “They weren’t lying, were they?” He slipped off his shoes, shirt and pants, leaving just his boxers.

“No, they weren’t.” Spike followed suite, by stripping down to his boxers.

“Love you.” He gripped Spike by the hand.

“Love you too, Pet.Let’s go for a cuddle. I feel like we need it,” Spike murmured, slipping into bed. Xander nodded, the water bed jiggling underneath their collective weight.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else for a partner in crime.” he murmured, snuggling deeper into Spike’s arms. “Let’s just hope I don’t get seasick from this bed.” He groaned.

“A- We make a good team. B-I won’t let you get seasick.” Spike held him tighter.

Before either realized it, they were sound asleep in each other’s arms.

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