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Fic: Calescence 13/??

TITLE : Calescence
AUTHOR: bohofemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander.
GENRE : Slash
TABLE: B
PROMPT: 034. Ambiguity.
RATING: PG-13.
WORD COUNT: 1030 words.
SUMMARY: A trip for a teddy bear turns into a revelation of sorts.
WARNINGS: None. 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.



“Something's bothering you,” Spike said, staring at Xander. “Tell me, Pet.”

“Nothing's bothering me.” Xander quickly glanced away. “Just been a very-um-odd month.” He absentmindedly scratched the scar on his wrist.

“Pet, I've known you over ten years. Something's bothering you.” He reached out, lightly caressing Xander's cheek.

“I feel bad for Andrew's partner.” Xander admitted. “Poor guy just wants Andrew back. Didn't have the heart to tell him that if we get him, chances are likely he won't be the same.” He shook his head.

Spike bit down on his lip. A few moments later, he spoke. “I'd feel sorry for the bloke if his partner wasn't trying to kill me.”

Xander allowed Spike to drive. All they needed was a change of clothes, the bear and to get out. He didn't like the idea of leaving them so vulnerable to being attacked by Andrew.

“Feel like we should have stayed in tonight?” Spike asked, staring at the darkened house.

With a shiver, Xander nodded.

“We told her we'd get her bear. Amara needs her teddy.” Xander wrenched the door open. “The things a watcher does for his slayer...” Slowly, he shook his head. Silently, he moved to the door, pausing only when noticing the door was practically off its hinges. “This isn't good.”

“We don't have to do this.” Spike rested his hand on Xander's shoulder. “I'll buy her a new bear. We passed a store on the way here. She'll understand.”

Xander inhaled slowly, before shaking his head. “It has to be Mr. Jones. The thing's so beat up that it's obvious she's had him a while. Besides, I think Andrew may be a little incapacitated. Plus she's loopy on Vicodin. The least we can do is get her her bear. This is probably a coincidence.” He slowly pushed the door open.

Spike winced, pulling back. “Bloody place reeks of the bastard. He was here and recently for that matter.”

Xander didn't want to admit he had no desire to be there. What kind of a watcher would he be if he couldn't do something for his slayer? This bear meant a lot to Amara. She needed him.

Tightly, he clutched Spike by the arm. It was the only comfort he would allow himself.

“Relax.” Spike gently pried Xander's hand from his arm. “Not going to let anything hurt my Pet.” He took a small step forward. “Don't think he's in there. If he was, I'd hear him.”

Xander followed him into the apartment uncertainly. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread from the pit of his stomach. He thought it might have been paranoia but he wasn't sure.

Clothing was scattered all over the living room. Dishes had been thrown against the wall and now laid in little chipped pieces all around. At his feet was a single teddy bear, wearing a knight's helmet and a red velvet cape. Stooping down, Xander picked him up and cuddled him close.

“Mr. Jones...I'm so glad you're safe.” He glanced away at the odd look Spike gave him. “Would you care to be the one to tell Amara that her bear was destroyed by a mad man?”

“There are just some things the world isn't ready for.” Spike shivered. “Glad he's alright. The clothing's destroyed. Can we get out of here now? I've already been attacked once in the past two days. Was more than enough for old Spike.”

Xander was only too happy to comply.

“Why would he destroy the house?” Xander turned the bear over in his hands. “Shit!”

Spike's eyes momentarily drifted off the road towards him. “What is it?”

“Mr. Jones popped a seam.” Xander let his finger linger in the hole before coming up with a small post-it note. “Or Andrew pulled it out himself in order to hide something in his bag.” Reaching up, he turned on the overhead light. “Greta. Remember Daddy Loves You.”

“Greta?” Spike cocked his head. “His baby?” He pulled over to the parking lot of a small grocery store. “Why is a note to his baby in the back of our slayer's bear?”

“Our?” Xander found his hand slowly drifting towards Spike's. He knew that this wasn't the right time to be romantic but he needed the comfort of the man's cool touch.

“Well, she's your slayer...but since I now go with you, she's ours. We'll discuss it when your ex isn't insane, Pet.” Spike snatched the note from Xander's hand. “Do you remember what Dawn gave the baby?”

“How is that important?” Xander lightly squeezed Spike's hand. “We both gave her a lot. I mean- I may
despise her father but she's a cute kid.” He nibbled on his lower lip. “Wait...a bear. White. Superman cape. It was something Dawn and I made from one of those stuffed animal stores. Think it's important?”

“He's delusional. In and out of conscious thought.” Spike lightly ran his finger over the bear. “Before we go share, can I ask you a question?”

“William the Bloody bashful? This must be really important.” Xander smirked. He wasn't sure but he was pretty certain that only Spike could make him smirk at a time like this. “Go ahead.”

“Did you mean what you said?” Spike cleared his throat. “That you love me?”

Xander leaned in and pecked his lips.

“What do you think? Honestly? Am I one to lie about how I feel?”

“I've never known you to be.” Spike lightly traced the scar on Xander's wrist with his fingertip. “You love me?”

“I do.” He sighed. “I haven't loved someone like this in quite a long time. You should know I'm true.I wish we could have time to be happier. Enjoy coupley things. I do promise you that as soon as this is over, I am showing you just what you mean to me.”

“Sounds seductive from the one who didn't know I was coming onto him.” Spike chuckled. “Teasing, Pet. It's not fun if I can't harass you.” He pulled back onto the road.

“Where are we headed now?”

“Talk to the bit. Maybe Dietrich can help us. I don't know how but I feel as if he's important.”
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