FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 054. Emergence.
WORD COUNT: 1304 words.
SUMMARY: Their first fight leads to something neither of them can foresee.
WARNINGS: None. Pre-slash.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Set Post Chosen and NFA.
STORY NOTES: This is a new series. Previous stories can be found Here.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
Spike lounged on the bed, watching Xander dress for patrol. “I don't know what it is but I feel like you're hiding something from me.” He kept his gaze focused on him. “Do you want company tonight?”
“No, that's fine. I have Amara.” Xander looked towards him and quickly glanced away. “Besides, we're getting ready to launch her into a solo patrol, so, all I do is watch and make sure she doesn't hurt herself.” He bit his lip. “Maybe I'll drag you grocery shopping later.”
“Brilliant.” Spike shook his head. “Losing my bloody head trapped in this apartment all day and night. Why can't I go with you?”
“It's not safe.” Xander faced him.
“Harris, I've been doing this since before you were even a thought in your mum's head. Why would you attempt to stop me?” Spike jumped up. “May have almost died but I can take care of myself.”
“Andrew's up to something. He was trying to find someone to scry for Los Angeles about a month ago. The Council thinks this may be connected to your appearance.” Xander stared away, suddenly ashamed for hiding it from him. “I don't want anything to happen to you. We're being stalked. Buffy confirmed it a few days ago.”
“Few days ago?” Spike paused. “When were you going to tell me this?”
“I just wanted one night with you to myself. No Andrew. No work. Nothing. Just you.” Xander stared at the carpeted ground. “You already thought he was stalking us so I didn't think confirming it would matter.”
“Huge difference between thinking and it actually happening.” Spike began to pace. “Stop trying to protect me. I despise being coddled.” He threw his arms up. “I need to get out. I'll take Amara. Don't wait up.” Walking out, he slammed the door behind him.
Xander couldn't believe Spike would just walk out like that, knowing the danger. Didn't he realize how unpredictable Andrew was? That they weren't sure how he was stalking them?
Dawn opened the door, looking baffled. “Why did Spike take Amara on patrol?”
“He's mad at me and wants to kill something.” Xander said, laying back on the bed. “So, he's taking her on patrol. Is that a problem?”
“No. He's great to learn from. Just surprised you'd let him out of your sight with Andrew on the loose.” Dawn sat on the bed next to him.
“He's a big boy. He can take care of himself,” Xander spat. “Andrew's not that big of a threat. He's a harmless nut.”
“Xander, you're as angry as he is right now. Calm down and be logical. Did you really think he'd sit quietly up here?” Dawn sighed. “He's been a nomad for over a hundred years. William the Bloody was not made to be inside all the time.”
“I don't want anything to happen to him. We don't know what Andrew wants with him. What caused this. Too many unknowns and the only answer I have is why he's obsessed with Los Angeles.”
“You've been a watcher for six years. Does anything seem unanswerable anymore?” Xander asked.
“Two things. Both about Spike. How he came back from Sunnydale and how ended up in that alley,” Dawn said. “What does that have to do with Andrew?”
“Eleven years as a watcher. It's the only question he could never answer. To find out consumed him. I thought he would drop it with the baby. I hoped he would, because as much as I can't stand him, that little girl deserves all of his time and attention. He's gone crazy, running down lead after lead. Except now, he's using resources no one else would ever consider.” Xander shook his head. “Not to mention threatening those that I care about.”
“Let's get ice cream.” Dawn jumped to her feet. “Maybe we need to get out. Come on. Rocky Road. It's tempting, isn't it?” She grinned. “They'll be fine if we go out for a bit.”
Xander stood up, deciding a distraction was good for him. By the time they got home, Amara and Spike would probably be back. After all, New London didn't have a lot of vampire activity unless it was in a flare up and luckily for them, it had been a dry season.
“You know, I'm glad you brought Spike home,” Xander said, burying his hands in his pockets. “Maybe you should bring stray vamps home more often.”
“Um and get us murdered in our sleep? No, Spike was a special case. Besides, he might have a problem, sharing the bed with one more.” Dawn laughed. “Glad you finally found someone though. I was beginning to think you'd be single forever. You don't get much better than Spike. Loving and devoted.”
“What about being annoying and stubborn?” Xander asked.
“Comes with the territory. He's been stubborn and obnoxious from the day you met him,” Dawn pointed out.
Xander had to admit she was right. Spike was fueled by his emotions. Accepting that came with loving him.
“Do you really think they're okay without us?” Xander asked, slipping into the passenger seat.
“Spike's not going to let a soul touch Amara.”
Xander's phone rang. He pulled it out and answered it.
“This is Xander.”
“Pet, there's been an incident.”
“What do you mean?”
“Wells was in the cemetery.” Spike hissed.
“What?” Xander suddenly realized Dawn was trying to get his attention. He held up a finger and pointed to the phone. “Hello?”
“Wells attacked me. Bugger had holy water. Amara's hurt. Went into a crypt. She's knocked out and has a broken wrist.”
“Where are you?”
“Outside the cemetery. Shirtless man and unconscious bird. Come get me before someone assumes the worst.”
“What happened to your shirt?”
“Holy water. Bastard sprayed me with it. It was soaking into the skin. Afraid it would do serious damage. No choice.”
“Dawn and I will be right there. Is Andrew still there?”
“Amara's feisty. Show him in an unpleasant area.”
“So, he's injured.”
“Time to talk later. Just get here.”
Then, the call ended.
“Dawn, drive towards the cemetery.”
“Xander, what the hell is going on?” Dawn asked, flooring the car.
“Andrew attacked Spike and Amara jumped in. He got soaked with holy water. Amara shot Andrew with a crossbow but was knocked into a crypt. She's unconscious and Spike thinks her wrist is broken.” Xander paused to breathe. “Then, Spike lost his shirt.”
“How did he lose his shirt?”
“The holy water.” Xander glanced down and realized he was shaking violently. “God, can this thing go any faster?”
He struggled to ignore the urge to vomit. He clasped his hands together, hoping to stop the shaking. All he wanted was to know Spike was safe.
“Xan. There they are.” Dawn pointed off in the distance.
Xander squinted, noticing Spike on the ground, holding Amara. He pulled the door open and ran out. He had no clue what he would find but that didn't matter. He just had to get over there.
“Spike!” he called, running over to him. He squatted beside him and lightly rested his hand on his shoulder. “It's me, Xander. Come on, look at me.” He was never so relieved as he was when Spike looked up at him.
“Thought I heard something.” He stood up, wincing. “I'm fine. Not too bad. More concerned about her.” He still held Amara. “Hasn't moved since that bastard left.” He ran to the car, and set her in the backseat.
Xander followed him. As he ran, he pulled off his hooded sweatshirt. Spike would need a shirt. He wasn't going to go back to the apartment. They would stick together. There was no telling what Andrew would do, especially now that he had made his first move.
“Dawn, let's get her to the hospital.”