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TITLE: Gangsters
S/X do Bonnie & Clyde 17/20

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Overall NC17
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named
in this story and have no relationship to the original movie.
Summary: This story was written for the movie challenge at UX.
It is my take on Spike and Xander in Bonnie and Clyde.

Warnings include violence, bad language and strong M/M sexual content

As always, hugs and thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.

When they first pulled in, things hadn't looked good. The farmer that greeted
them had a rifle pointed at their heads and a desperate look in his eye. A
dangerous combination. Xander had followed Spike's instruction and let the
blond do the talking.

He had eased out of the driver's seat with his hands in the air as Xander sat
tensely in the passenger's seat and gripped the handgun just out of sight. He
kept it ready to shoot if the old man looked like he was about to do any real harm.

Spike cautiously moved forward keeping his voice low as though speaking to a
wild pony about to bolt.

"Look here, Mister. We don't want no trouble. My brother is in the backseat and
he is hurt real bad. We just need a place to rest, some food and a chance to
get him patched up then we will be on our way."

The farmer slowly lowered the barrel of his gun as he peered toward the car.
When the rifle relaxed, Xander removed his finger from the trigger.

"You fellas ain't from the bank?"

Spike shook his head as an understanding of the situation made itself clear.

"No. No, we're not from the bank or the government."

The farmer's shoulders slumped as though that little bit of fight was all
he had left in him and now he was exhausted.

"We ain't got much food. Got some beans and peaches canned in the cellar
and some fresh baked bread but..."

Spike took another step forward.

"We can pay. We have money. If you let us stay and you don't tell anyone
we are here, we can give you some money. Maybe your wife can go in town
and get us some food and medicine."

The farmer propped his gun up against the porch post and walked over to
the car. He looked in the backseat at the unconscious man and the woman
who held him.

"I ain't got no wife. She done died of the fever three years ago. It's just
me and the girl now. My Lucy is twelve but she can work like she's full
grown. He don't look so good. You sure he ain't dead?"

Spike choked back the tears and put on a false face of bravado.

"He ain't dead, but he will be if you don't help us."

After a moments hesitation, the farmer nodded.

"Well, then, I reckon you better get him inside so's we can see what we got."

With a sob of relief, Spike signaled for Xander to come and help and together
they carried Buck into the dark, musty house and laid him out on the bed.
Drusilla followed behind, humming and picking at the small flowered print on
her dress.

Xander had tucked the handgun into the back waist band of his pants, out
of sight, but easy to reach and he stood to the side as Spike and the farmer,
who now introduced himself as Timothy Pierce, stripped every piece of clothes
off the wounded man.

"LUCY! Get your ass in here, Girl!"

Immediately, a young, thin girl with dull, sunken eyes appeared out of nowhere
in the doorway. She made no shocked response to the naked, bloody man
lying on her Father's bed as though life had served up tragedies so often that
they no longer warranted reaction.

"Yes, Pa?"

"Go get some clean rags and a pan of hot water. We need to wash this mess
up to see just what the hell we got going on here."

Without question, Lucy disappeared only to return in minutes with all the requested
items as well as a bottle of iodine and an old sheet which she immediately began
ripping into long strips.

Spike held Buck's limp hand while Timothy washed off the wounded leg stopping
only when the pan of water was bright red and the injury clear.

"Your brother been shot. Fact is, he still got the bullet in there. Somebody's
gonna hafta dig it out 'iffin you want him to live. Before for I do it, I think you
need to be straight with me. You boy's running from the law? Not that I care
much but I got troubles of my own and I don't need no more."

Spike looked into Timothy's face with honest, imploring eyes.

"Look, we don't want to cause you problems. My guess is that you are just about
to lose this place to the bank. Am I right?"

Spike could see that he had hit the mark so he continued.

"Then I think we can help each other. I'll give you enough money to go into town
and pay the bank whatever back mortgage you have due. I'll also give you enough
to go to the store and get us some food and medicine. All this in exchange for you
keeping your mouth shut and helping me with my brother. Is that a deal?"

Xander jumped to his feet, furious. After all they had been through and after the
promises Spike had made him that this money would be their future and their freedom,
he was now prepared to hand it over in trade for a brother who was standing with
one foot on death's door and the other on a banana peel. He gave Spike one last
glare before turning and stomping out.

Spike ignored him. He kept his attention on the farmer that held their last hope.


Timothy Pierce thought it over, weighing the pros and cons. He then gave one curt
nod and his thin lips curled upward. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to smile.

"I'd say we got ourselves a deal. Now, first things first. Let's get that bullet out
of him before the infection sets in and we have to take off the leg. Lucy, you hold
one leg and Mister, you take the other. She gonna be a problem?"

Timothy tipped his head toward Dru who was picking at the peeling wallpaper.
Spike snorted and dismissed her.

"No. Pay her no mind."

Timothy reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen knife which he snapped open.
He then took a box of matches off the bed stand, shook one out, lit it and held it
to the blade till it turned dark and hot.

Xander sat on the rickety porch steps and listened as the sounds of the screaming
and moaning bellowed out of the bedroom. He knew he should be in there helping,
but right now he was just too mad. He was glad the cutting had brought Buck
around enough that he was hollering with the pain. If the fucking bastard had
just died in that alley, he and Spike would be long gone and living the good life.

But, no, he and that stupid bitch that caused all this trouble were now using up
all the money they had stolen and they would probably walk away from this broke.

Xander could hear Spike talking to Buck, reassuring him, cooing to him. It should
have fired Xander's temper even more, but surprisingly, it was having just the opposite effect.

Spike was a lot of things. The newspapers said he was evil, bloodthirsty, dangerous
and would kill anyone who got in his way. Maybe that was true, but Xander knew he was
much more than that. He was loving, loyal, and in his own way, honest as the day was long. And Xander loved him. In his heart, Xander knew he would have been disappointed
if Spike had abandoned his brother. That just wasn't the man he knew.

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