FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 067. Have,
WORD COUNT: 1394 words.
SUMMARY: 3 AM Pancake cravings lead to their real first date.
WARNINGS: None. Pre-slash.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Set Post Chosen and NFA. Beta'ed by kimalis
STORY NOTES: This is a new series. Previous stories can be found Here.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
Xander woke up to his cellphone ringing. Untangling himself from Spike, he blindly groped the side table until he found his phone.
“This is Xander Harris.”
“Giles, hold on. If I wake Spike up, he'll kill me.” He stood up, glancing at the digital clock. 3:15 AM. Why was Giles calling him in the middle of the night? Quietly, he moved into the bathroom and shut the door. “Sorry. I can talk now.”
“It's not a problem.Now, Andrew's partner Dietrich, called the Council. Is there any chance you've seen Andrew recently?”
“He called me the other day. Very briefly. He's desperate to talk to Spike.”
“Well, he's not answering his phone for anyone. If you hear from him, tell him to call me.”
“I will. Now, let me crawl back into bed before he notices I'm gone.”
Xander yawned, staring into the mirror. He knew he had only a few moments to get back in bed before Spike came wandering in, complaining about 'drafty flats'.
As soon as he slid back into bed, he rolled over and noticed Spike glaring at him. “What?”
“My warm pillow was gone in this drafty flat.” He wrapped his arms around Xander. “Who called?”
“Giles. Andrew's partner called the Council, trying to find him.” Xander gently pecked Spike's lips. “Go back to sleep.”
Xander had always wondered what life with Spike would be like. His dreams had always been ideal. Somehow, he had forgotten to take the kind of person Spike was into account.
As much as Xander loved him, William the Bloody drove him crazy.
“Pet?” Spike broke the silence.
Xander opened his eye, struggling not to sound annoyed. “Yes, Spike?”
“I can't sleep and I want pancakes.” Spike sat up. “Want to get them?”
“At three-thirty in the morning?” Xander groaned. “Have you lost your mind?”
“About a hundred years back. C'mon, let's be spontaneous.” Spike jumped out of bed. “Sunrise ain't until seven. Worst comes to worst, I'll huddle in the back seat under the blanket.”
Xander rolled out of bed and immediately began searching for clean pants. For some reason, he couldn't refuse Spike anything. If he wanted pancakes at three-thirty in the morning, he would get pancakes at three-thirty in the morning.
“Just throw any old thing on,” Spike said, tying his shoe lace. “You know I lo-care about you but I want to get out before they wake up.”
Xander did a double take. Had Spike almost said that he loved him?
He loved Spike but was trying to find the courage to tell him. They had been a couple for only three days and while he was pretty sure he had found something special in Spike, his bad experience with Andrew made him wary of serious relationships.
“While you get dressed. I'm going to leave the girls a note.” Xander left the room. Picking up the dry erase marker, he stooped to leave a message on the board.
My Significant 'Something' and I are off to find pancakes. He had a craving. Be back before sunrise.
He set the marker down, and grabbed his car keys off a peg. He turned, just as Spike rested his chin on his shoulder. “Ready to go?”
“Yes, I am.” Spike closed his eyes. “We need pancakes.”
“No, you want them and I'm getting them because I care about you but mainly because I don't trust you with my car.” Xander said. He turned, realizing Spike had gone silent. “Was it something I said?”
“Oi! I'm a wonderful driver, thank you very much. Never got a ticket in the hundred years I've been driving.” Spike glared at him.
“Don't you have to have an identity to get a ticket?” Xander teased.
“Oh, hush.” Spike threw his arms up and left.
They drove to the diner in relative silence. Xander knew Spike was still offended by the fact he wasn't trusted with the car. When Spike got offended, he wouldn't talk until he was ready, something he had learned the hard way after complaining about the cigarette smoke clinging to his shirts.
“Our first real date.” Xander reached out for Spike's hands after they were seated. “Dear God, I sound like a woman.”
“Typically have that affect on people. Should have seen what I reduced Angelus to.” Spike grinned.
“You and Angelus?” he asked, struggling not to reveal how jealous he was.
“It was 1890. The two months Darla chased the vampire from Atlantis. Can you say young and foolish?” Spike sighed. “It was nothing. Being with Angelus was not the worst I could have done. After all, do you see him tormenting us the way Wells is?” He glanced around uneasily. “I feel like we're being watched.”
Xander grimaced, chills going up his spine. Now that Spike had said something, he could practically feel eyes boring into him.
“We're probably just being paranoid.” He wasn't about to let an odd feeling ruin his morning. He hadn't been dragged out of bed for nothing. “Let's just enjoy your pancakes and my waffles.”
Very few words were said as they ate. Xander tried to talk before realizing it was almost impossible to talk to Spike when he was eating.
“Pet, let's not linger over coffee. I don't like the feeling I'm getting.” Spike seemed to grow uneasier the longer they sat there. “I know we're being watched.” He stood up and moved outside. “Bloody hell, get me out of here.”
Xander paid the check. As he met Spike outside, he noticed his lover inhaling deeply. “Are you alright?”
“We were being watched.” Spike glanced around before pulling Xander into their car. “When Andrew dropped in last week, I noticed he has a very distinctive smell, thinks it's the soap. Lavender and something else.” He gripped Xander's shoulder tightly.
“Baby body wash. Uses it to stay close to Greta, when he's away.” He pulled away when he noticed the strange look Spike gave him. “Dawn told me. She gushes about him. What does his soap have to do with us being spied on?”
“I can smell it from here. Lavender and Chamomile.” Spike gazed at Xander. “Why is he spying on us?”
“Wish I knew. He was never this interested in me until Dawn found you.” Xander closed his eye. “It doesn't make sense.”
“Yes, it does. Makes perfect sense.” Spike stared ahead mournfully. “Me. You said it. Wasn't interested in you until Dawn found me.”
Xander's stomach flopped. Was Spike blaming himself for Andrew's stalking?
“It's not your fault. No one counted on him, forgetting his family and stalking us.” Xander wished he could take the sad look off Spike's face. His cellphone rang. He answered it.
“This is Xander Harris.”
“Xander, it's Buffy. I have a question for you.”
“Go for it.”
“How did Andrew find out about Spike?”
“Didn't Giles tell him?”
“The last time Giles spoke to him was Wednesday to get an update on Ingrid. The day before Dawn found Spike.”
“That doesn't make sense. He told me Giles called him. I'm sure no one here told him. How did he find out?”
“Xand, your guess is as good as mine.”
“I'm worried he's stalking us.”
“Xander, that is insane. Andrew wouldn't stalk you. He hates you.”
“Yeah, tell that to him. I'm not crazy. Ask Spike. We've encountered him twice since he visited. Both times were odd. Once, he called to tell us we were cute and that he remembered when we kissed like that. We're standing outside a diner and we think he was out here.”
“Xander, watch your back. I don't know what's going on but something doesn't feel right about the situation.”
“Call me if you need anything. We'll keep working on this over here.”
Xander flipped his phone shut and stuffed it in his pocket. “Don't blame yourself. You blame yourself, you get broody. You get broody, I'm forced to call you 'Deadboy Jr'. I'm forced to call you 'Deadboy Jr', well, there's no real way it can ever work between us.”
“There will be no calling me Deadboy Jr. Bloody hell, I ain't that bad.” Spike suddenly looked offended. “When I get my hands on Wells, I'm going to torture him for that one alone.”