FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 098. Acceptance
WORD COUNT: 1457 words.
SUMMARY: If it wasn't for Spike, Xander has no clue what he would do.
WARNINGS: None. Pre-slash.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Set Post Chosen and NFA. Beta'ed by lokifan
STORY NOTES: This is a new series. Previous stories can be found Here.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
Xander shivered as the glowing lights of the hospital appeared in the distance. Anxiously, he glanced back at an unconscious Amara before realizing Spike had his hand on his shoulder.
“She'll be fine. Takes more than a bump on the head to take out a good slayer,” Spike said.
“Why would Andrew risk a slayer?” Xander stared out the window. “Besides me and Dawn, he's one of the best.”
“Never doubt how far someone will go with an obsession. Think Captain Ahab.” Dawn parked right in front of the hospital. Opening her door, she ran to get a wheelchair.
“Captain who?” Xander asked, jumping out of the car.
“Ahab. Moby Dick. Chased a great white whale until it killed him.” Spike pulled Amara out of the car and set her in the wheelchair.
“Okay.” Xander gazed away.
“I'll take care of her. The two of you can park and find a waiting room. I'll find you as soon as I know anything.” Dawn dashed into the hospital.
“Bloody hell, Pet. Never thought Wells would go this barmy.” Spike jumped into the driver's seat.
Xander didn't complain about Spike driving. All he wanted was to check Spike over for himself. Even if he was acting normal, he also was one to hide it if he was in pain. He would act like everything was fine and then, deal with it on his own.
“Are you okay?” Xander asked as soon as Spike had parked. “I mean... the holy water didn't do a lot of damage, did it?”
“Had a lot worse happen to me, Xander. Little tender, that's all. You don't need to worry about me,” Spike said.
“Are you sure?” Xander asked. “I'd hate to think you're lying just so I wouldn't worry.”
“No, holy water burns like Hell. As soon as it dries, you're fine. It just burns on contact.” Spike pulled the key out of the ignition. “Should we head in?”
“Not yet. I'll just worry. God, what if she-”
“Pet, she's not dying. Been around enough death to know. I'm just worried about what Wells is doing to you.”
“He's not doing anything to me.” Xander cracked his knuckles. “He's not bothering me at all.”
“Yeah, he is. Last night, I couldn't tell if I was sleeping with Xander Harris or Rocky Balboa.” Spike twisted around in the seat, trying to get comfortable.
“Huh?” Xander glanced over to him, looking baffled.
“Meant you were restless, you git. Kept knocking into me.” Spike wrenched the door open. “ Come on.”
“Oh joy. Bad coffee. Bad donuts. Bad vibes.” Xander shivered. Reaching for the door handle, he hesitated.“Do we have to go in now?” Then, he pulled his hand back. “I don't want to but I have to. I don't want to but I have to.”
“We can wait.” Spike shut the door. “Nothing we're doing out here that we can't do in there.” He leaned back, and glanced over to Xander.
“I want to apologize. If I had-”
Spike cut him off.
“No ifs. No regrets. No apologies.” Spike shook his head. “What's done is done. All that matters is that Amara's where she needs to be.” He rested his head on Xander's shoulder.
“What do you think we should do?” Xander leaned in, relishing Spike's cool skin.
“I don't know. Though, I don't think we should go back to the apartment. If he's stupid enough to attack me with a slayer, what's to stop him from breaking in?” Spike sighed. “Couldn't live with myself if Wells hurt you on my account.”
Xander lightly nuzzled Spike's neck. “I just wish I knew the right thing to do. Doesn't he have better things to do than make me miserable?”
“Wish I knew Pet.”
Xander was content. He knew he should have been more anxious to go check on Amara but hospitals made him crazy, ever since his first slayer died. It was easier to sit outside as long as he could. Spike was keeping him calm and he didn't want to change it. Gently, he intertwined his fingers with Spike's. “What would I do without you?”
“Perfectly normal life. Enjoying that big mattress alone.” Spike smirked. “Somehow, doesn't sound appealing.”
Spike leaned in and mashed his lips against Xander's in a fierce kiss.
It caught Xander off guard. He could normally predict Spike's tender moments and he hadn't seen this one coming.
“What was that for?” Xander pulled back, his eyes slightly dazed.
“Need a reason to kiss you?” Spike asked.
“No.” Xander grinned. “Of course not.”
Spike opened the door. “Come on, we need to get inside. Shouldn't have lingered as long as we have.”
“Because of Andrew?”
“Don't have to worry about him. Stake to the arse.” Spike chuckled. “She's got great aim.”
“Her strong point.” Xander got out of the car. As they walked towards the hospital, he found himself reaching out for Spike's hand. He was surprised when Spike didn't pull back and squeezed his hand.
“Amara will be fine.” Spike walked into the blinding light of the hospital. “Ugh.”
“What?” Xander turned to face him.
“Hate that smell. Reminds me of death and how clean it's become. ” He sat down on a small couch, not noticing the way people shied away from him. “Wasn't like that in my day. It was just the way I liked it-messy.”
“Another time,” Xander hissed. “You get used to that smell. At least, with my job you do.” He glanced around, tapping his foot.“Suddenly I want bad coffee. A big hot cup of bad hospital grade coffee”
“Here a lot?” Spike asked. Patting the spot next to him, he motioned for Xander to sit. “And Bad coffee? Why would you want that swill? You could sit down and relax. She'll be fine.”
“Not as much as you'd think.” Xander sat down and leaned into Spike. “Most of the girls don't get hurt badly enough to require the hospital. We've been here three times including this time, but we've only had one slayer die. That's the best death rate in the Council for any watcher.” He gazed up as Spike wrapped his arm around him.
“Reminds me of waiting for Giles after the knights attacked him except you were off in a corner glaring at me.” Spike smirked. “Look at how far we've come.” His gaze drifted towards the clock. “Now, I'm getting worried.”
“Hey!” Xander smacked him in the shoulder. “That's my job. If you worry, then, I have no one to keep me grounded. That's part of the reason why I keep you around.” He paused. “Okay, getting worried.”
“Get some sleep. If Dawn comes out, I'll wake you.”
Xander slept peacefully, hardly noticing how cramped he was on that little couch. For once, he thought he was safe, something he hadn't felt since Andrew had started stalking them. It didn't matter that they were in a hospital waiting room. All that mattered was that everything was calm and Xander could rest easy.
“How cute.” Dawn's voice broke his sleep. “Xander, wake up.” Ignoring Spike's loud protests to let him sleep, she shook him. “Come on. Get up!”
“Huh?” He sat up, blearily staring at her. “How is she?”
“They're keeping her overnight to monitor her concussion. She broke her wrist. Two breaks. Clean through,” Dawn explained.
Xander nodded, hoping Spike was listening. He was still half asleep and only clearly picking up every other word she said.
“Get a hotel room,” Dawn finished. “I'll call you when we're ready to be picked up. I'm not comfortable with the apartment. Have fun, Sigmund.” Then, she left.
“Sigmund?” Spike asked, clearly baffled. “Who's Sigmund?”
“I am.” Xander dropped his voice. “Everyone in the Council has an alias. Just in case you're assigned to something where your real identity can't be known.” Xander stood up. “Let's go find a hotel room. We can get some sleep.”
“Sleep? Who said anything about sleep?” Spike asked, standing up. “I don't want to sleep, Pet.”
“Well, what did you want?” Xander asked, yawning. He handed Spike the car keys. “You can drive. I'm exhausted. This has been a very long night.”
“Bloody Hell, Xander. Are you dense?” Spike gazed towards Xander.
Xander suddenly realized what Spike was talking about. “Do you know how long it's been since I've done that?”
“Don't want to know.” Spike chuckled. “Getting late. We should be finding a room.”
“Yeah,” Xander agreed. “We should.”
They walked to the car in silence. Xander was relieved that Amara was fine. He should have known she was stronger than a concussion and a broken wrist.
As he pulled the door open, he never noticed the mournful way Spike looked at him.