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Summary: After being hit with the magicks by a grieving Willow, Xander slowly begins dying.
Bunny Plot by Lady Q: Xander comes down with a really weird flu bug and the only thing that can make him better is Spike’s blood.
Warnings/Spoilers: Spike has his soul but not crazy, Buffy, Xander and Dawn both know he his back and the First doesn’t exist.
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64
Spike walked into Willow’s room a smile spread over his face as he saw Xander propped up against the headboard, “Looks like the blood is doing you some good.” It had been another three weeks and Xander had drunk Spike’s blood six times. “You’ll be out of bed in no time.”
“I hope so; I’m surprised I haven’t got any bed sores.” Xander replied accepting the glass of orange juice that he didn’t noticed Spike carrying.
“The blood is preventing that from happening.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that,” Xander replied. Nothing was said for several minutes, it was an uncomfortable silence and he didn’t like it. “Look Spike, I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your help. I don’t know why you’re doing this, probably the soul and all but whatever the reason is… thank you.”
The vampire took a seat next to Xander on the bed, “I wanted to talk to you about that. Buffy told you about what I went through in Africa right?”
“Just the cliff notes, you had to go through some trials to earn your soul.”
“Exactly, when the demon did his mojo and stuck my soul back in me I had…” Spike looked bothered, “It was almost like I had an epiphany of sorts. Instead of seeing Buffy flash before my eyes as the pain increased, it was you.”
Xander’s jaw dropped, Spike saw him as he was getting his soul? “What? Why? What?”
“I can’t explain why it happened, but ever since then I can’t seem to get you out of my head.” Spike shook his head dejectedly, “I know you hate my guts. I think even more than Buffy ever did. And after me sleeping with Anya I know you can never trust me but you deserved the truth.”
“Spike… you’re right I did hate you. I hated what you did with Anya and what you tried to do to Buffy.” He watched as Spike slumped with despair. “But I’ve seen the changes in you. You fought for your soul because you wanted to be a better man… vampire whatever.”
“What are you saying, Xander?” Spike asked needing to know if he was being rejected for the fourth time in his life and unlife.
“I think we could probably hang out some more. Actually get to know each other; you could actually really end up hating me.”
An astonished look crossed Spike’s features; he had been sure Xander would be disgusted with him and get Buffy to stake him for even having such thoughts about him. “That sounds like a brilliant plan. Once you’re back on your feet we could go play some pool. I think it should only take one or two more treatments before you’re essentially back to being yourself.”
“Great, I need to get back to work soon before they find someone to take my position permanently.”
“Good, you’re losing your tan,” Spike said somewhat sadly.
Xander laughed, “You’re worried about my tan?”
“You’re bloody gorgeous with your dark skin,” The vampire ran light fingers over Xander’s bare arm. When he realised what he had said and what he was doing he pulled his hand back like he had been burned. “Sorry.”
The moment Spike’s cool fingers touched his warm skin Xander could have sworn he felt a spark. Stars literally danced before his eyes; never had he experienced that before with just a single touch. “What? No, it’s okay.”
“Are you alright, pet?” Shame covered Spike’s face, the minute he touched Xander the human gasped by just the feel of him. “I should let you rest.”
As Spike stood up Xander wrapped a hand around a pale wrist. “Stay,” it hadn’t been a request. The vampire sat back down stunned, he was sure Xander would be disgusted that the vampire even thought to touch him. Xander made Spike lay beside him and proceeded to lay his head on the Spike’s chest.
“Xander, what are you doing?” Spike awkwardly placed an arm around broad shoulders, afraid that any minute Xander would pull away.
“Honestly? I have no idea, but I think I like it.”