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All's Not Lost Part 1

Title: All’s Not Lost 1/10
Author: forsaken2003
Pairings: S/X, A/W
Rating: NC17 (Mild description)
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Xander is date raped and Spike is there to help him
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5 No Glory, No Dawn
Plot Bunny by: Lady Q: write a story where Xander is date raped
Beta’d by: Dragonfly_64 and mrs sakuma

Part One

Willow and Buffy bounced into the Magic Box. “Xander!”

“Hey ladies.” Xander looked up from making a stake. “What’s got you all Tigger-like?”

“We talked to Brett, you know the guy in our philosophy class?” Willow replied, a smile on her face.

Xander focused all of his attention on his friends. “What did he say?”

“You guys are on for tomorrow night!” Buffy answered and sat beside Xander. “We showed him a picture of you and told him you had a great personality, and he said he was in!”

“What’s this now?” Spike asked, sauntering in from the training room. “The whelp is a pouf now?”

Xander glared at Spike. “Shut up Spike.”

“Not judging,” Spike said and rolled his eyes at the snort he got from Xander. “I’m a vampire remember? We don’t care about the sex of the person; as long as we’re getting off, that’s all that matters.”

“Eww!” Buffy scrunched her face up in disgust.

Xander blushed at the thought of Spike having sex with another man. He couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a nice thought.

“Just ask Peaches next time you see him Red,” Spike smirked. “He’s got lots of stories.”

Willow frowned. “I am not going to ask him about his past sexual experiences. It’s none of my business.”

“Can we get back to me?” Xander interrupted, looking anxious. “Did he say where he wanted to go? He doesn’t want to make me decide, does he? I can’t think under pressure.”

“Can’t think at all,” Spike muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Willow put a reassuring hand on Xander’s shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about. Brett said he’d take care of everything.”

“What am I suppose to wear? I don’t want to look like a loser,” Xander said frantically. “Shut it fangless!”

“I didn’t say a word,” Spike replied looking like a picture of innocence.

“Keep it that way,” Xander threatened. He was in panic mode. This was his first date with a guy and he needed to make sure he didn’t screw it up.

“He’s a great guy,” Buffy comforted Xander. “He just got out a long term relationship, so it will be simple. No pressure of any kind.”

Xander sighed in relief. “I guess I’m as ready as I’m going to be.”


Xander fiddled with the too tight jeans that the girls made him buy. He turned around for the fifth time. “People are going to actually be able to count the change I have in my pocket,” he said to himself.

“Oi Whelp, let me in!” Spike yelled through the door before banging on it.

“Damn it.” Xander glared at the door before opening it. “What do you want Spike? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

Spike looked over Xander, wearing black boots, skin tight blue jeans and a green wife beater. He couldn’t deny he looked good. “Oh right, your little date.” Xander glared at Spike before he began to close the door. “Bloody hell, I need your help alright?”

“And I would help you why?” Xander asked curiously.

“Because you’re one of the good guys,” Spike replied. “Just let me in alright?”

With a sigh, Xander let him in. “You break any of my stuff and I’ll get Buffy to beat you up.”

“Always with the violence,” Spike complained.

“So what do you need my help with?” Xander asked while looking at his watch. “You have a few minutes before Brett gets here.”

Spike tossed his duster over the arm of a chair and made himself comfortable on the couch, putting his docs on the coffee table. “I don’t seem to be wanted at Willy’s anymore.”

“What did you do now?” Xander asked accusation filled his voice.

“Why do you lot always assume it’s my sodding fault?” Spike grumbled. “I may have cheated at poker with a couple of Zakara demons. Nasty things they are, they work together to kill something. One is hard enough to kill, three of them is nearly impossible.”

Xander didn’t look impressed one bit. “Don’t tell me they chased you out of there and possibly to my home.”

“They were trailing me; might have lost them,” Spike answered, looking bored. “But most of the demon population knows where I live and I need a place to hide out for a bit.”

A knock came on the door. Xander looked between the door and Spike. “Fine but you don’t talk to Brett, break any of my stuff and don’t blast that crap music you listen to and have the neighbours call the cops.”

“Take all my fun,” Spike complained. “Fine, alright. I’ll be a good little vampire.”

Apparently that was good enough for Xander, because he opened the door. “Hi, Brett?”

“Xander,” Brett smiled. Xander had to admit he was a good looking guy. Black hair slicked back. His eyes were brown and seemed to sparkle when he smiled. “Your picture didn’t do you justice; you are much better looking in person.”

Spike rolled his eyes as Xander blushed. “Bloody pathetic.”

Brett’s attention went to Spike. “Am I interrupting?”

“What? No, Spike is just a … friend. He’s having some problems and needed a place to stay tonight.”

“We can reschedule if you want,” Brett offered but looked like he wanted to do anything but.

“No, he’s fine here alone.” Xander promised and smiled, “Let’s go.”

Spike watched them leave before turning the T.V on. “Now let’s see what’s on the telly.”

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