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The Prophecy of the Defender & the Determined Protector - Chapter 3

Title: The Prophecy of the Defender & the Determined Protector
Pairing : Spike/Xander
Rating : NC17
Summary: The words of a prophecy force Spike and Xander closer than they ever thought they would ever become but will it be close enough?
Part: 3/?

A/N : Inspired by plot bunny/challenge posted here: http://spanderfiles.com/grp/challenges.html

Lady Q: Write a story based on the meaning of Xander's name. Alexander means: Defender of Men and Warrior. So I would like to see a story based on the meaning of his name and Xander coming to understand it

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“I don't want to talk about this. In fact, I think it's probably best if I shoot out of here now before Deadboy turns up - “

“Xander, you can't pretend this isn't happening – we need to try to understand what's going on, how the prophecy relates to you – we need to find out who this 'Determined Protector' is – hiding your head in the sand isn't going to make this go away”. Giles tried to be understanding, but now wasn't the time for Xander to be stubborn. The mere fact that Angel and Wesley were coming down from LA that evening meant that whatever was going to happen was going to happen soon and they needed to be prepared.

“Hey! Head firmly out of the sand thanks G-Man!! You guys smooshing together some bits of information does not make the Xan-Man part of any prophecy, and until you've got some proof, I'm quite happy on this river I'm sailing on, thanks very much!”. Xander and Giles had gone into the small office in the Magic Box. The young man was obviously upset by what had occurred and was determined to ignore it all as long as possible, whilst Giles wanted to get to grips with everything sooner rather than later.

“Xander – I can understand how difficult this is for you but - “

“Can you? Can you really? It's bad enough I've been every demon's butt-monkey for however many years – now you want me to play some role in some dumbass prophecy, and conjoin with some fucking protector, who by the way we have no idea who it is!! I don't think you can understand how any of that feels Giles, I really don't. I'm the token human, remember – no special powers here? And no matter how many times I may have joked that I wanted to not be quite as ordinary as I am, I'm kinda happy with my place on the totem pole. Right at the bottom suits me just fine, thanks, and putting me into some stupid prophecy is not going to change that!”

“I can see you're agitated. Perhaps you're correct, maybe we should try to gather a bit more information, piece together a bit more before we go any further. Please, rest assured, we will be looking into this whole thing very carefully”.

“Thanks Giles. I just...”Xander sighed deeply, “ – I just don't feel up to all of this, especially with Deadboy and Wesley coming. Buffy and Willow seem to think I should be happy to be involved in this, but I'm not. I'm sorta happy being 'fray-adjacent' and this seems to put a bull's eye right on my back. It just makes me feel uncomfortable – I don't want to be responsible for some apocalypse happening”. Having revealed his real fear, that he might let people down, might be responsible for something earth-shattering happening, Xander bent his head and allowed his shoulders to droop, letting Giles see how deeply affected he was.

“Oh Xander, you must know you're not alone in this. But yes, I can understand how you're feeling, and appreciate you need some space. It's just – you really must let me know of anything, anything unusual that occurs with you, alright?”

“Unusual how exactly?”

“Well I'm not absolutely sure. If we apply the same sort of principles as how Slayer's are affected, for instance, recurring vivid dreams - “

“Dreams?!” Eyes wide, Xander realised too late that he had given himself away. There went his opportunity to escape. Sitting down , he dropped his head in his hands. “What do you need to know about these dreams?”

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“I can tell you're there – you might as well come in”. Spike sighed as the door to his crypt was opened, and Angel walked through. He had sensed his Sire outside for at least ten minutes before finally losing patience and speaking.

“Hello Spike.”

“'Gelus”.

“Spike – look, I need to talk to you. There are some things you need to be made aware of”.

“What – you mean like you and the Slayer?! What – you thought I didn't know? Can smell you on her, or didya forget, vampire here?”

“No, I didn't forget. I can't ever forget can I? I made you what you are – did things that I'm ashamed of....”

“Oh please!! Save the brooding for someone who cares! What do you want?!”

“Spike – God, there's no easy way to tell you this. I only recently found out your part in it, and until Cordelia had the vision we had no idea, I swear to you - “

“What are you going on about? Have you lost all your marbles underneath that hair gel? You're not making any sense!”

Angel was pacing up and down the crypt, obviously agitated.

“Yeah, sorry. This has me thrown. And I know how much you hate 'mojo' but I don't think you're going to have much choice in this one. Look, do me a favour – sit down will you? I can't talk to you while you look like you're waiting to bolt”.

“I don't run from anyone mate!!” Spike snarled, then sighed heavily as it became obvious Angel wasn't going to speak until he had sat down. Throwing himself into the ratty old armchair he had 'saved' from the dump, he threw one leg over the arm and raised his eyebrow sardonically. “This alright?”

“There's a prophecy. You're in it. As well as someone else, and you need to do something that I don't think you're going to want to do but you don't really have a choice otherwise Acathla is going to look like a walk in the park”.

“A prophecy? With me in it – yeah, ok Capt'n Forehead, pull the other one!”

“Spike, I'm being deadly serious. I need you to come with me, and I need you to listen to some pretty heavy vampire lore because if you don't, there's no telling what might happen”. Spike took a moment to look at Angel's face and realised the older vampire was serious. And what that meant for him he really wasn't sure.

“And what makes you think I wanna help? Cos that's what you're talking about, isn't it?? If there's some crappy prophecy and your demon bint's getting visions, then it's all about helping the White Hats right? And what makes you think I want any part in that?”

“Because despite everything I ever did to you, or tried to beat into that thick skull of yours, you're actually a good man. And I don't think you want to see the end of the world anymore than I do. I know how much you've been helping Buffy over the last year, in spite of the fact that no progress has been made in getting the chip out of your head. And I know there were alternatives to what you chose to do – you could have set up a demon court, burned down their houses, hired killers – but you didn't. You chose to help them. So something within you is already playing on the side of the White Hats, whether you want to admit it or not. So, are you going to come with me, or do you want to drag this out so I'm forced to kick your ass and make you come with me?” Standing over the smaller vampire, Angel pulled himself up to his fullest height. “I could always use Sire's voice if that would help – make you feel like you had no choice?”

“Alright, alright, keep your mullet on. Where are we going?” shrugging into his duster, Spike looked up at Angel. He hated it when Angel showed how well he knew him – it pissed him off that Angel was right, he had had a choice since the chip.

“To the Magic Box – like I said, this doesn't just affect you. And we need to talk on the way because I don't want you exploding in front of all of them when I explain what you have to do!”

“Why would I explode? You know, contrary to your opinion of me, I do have some self control ya know!”

“Yeah, ok. So, if I were to tell you that you're going to have to take on a Consort and you won't actually have a choice in the matter, you're gonna take that well??”

“Bloody hell!”

Chapter 4 is here!
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