Title: Out for a beer 6/?
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to play with them. Joss Whedon owns them.
Warnings: Slash, angst, AU, bits and pieces of seasons 5, 6 and 7. Buffy died, came back wrong, so Buffy bashing and some Willow bashing.
Summary: This part, Spike and Xander discuss.
Beta(s): twinsarein and skargasm for without these two ladies there would be no fic.
Notes: ~thoughts~ all remaining mistakes are mine.
Word count: WIP
Spike leaned up against the Coffee Shoppe, not liking the reality that something had back-fired on the Scoobies. ~bloody prats, Red really did balls this up~ flicking the cigarette butt into the street, and pulled out another one without missing a beat, lighting up quickly.
Dawn came skipping out of the Coffee Shoppe, Xander close behind. “Spike, Xander say’s we have to go to the meeting. Tell him that we don’t have to,” Dawn said, latching onto Spike with one hand, the other clutching her frappuccino.
Spike smirked, “Sorry, Bit, what Xan say’s goes, yeah?”
Dawn sighed, “fine,” stomping off to the Magic Box without them.
Xander shook his head at Dawn’s antics. “Drama, she should never have taken Drama,” he stated, walking up to Spike, and with his shoulder he nudged Spike into walking down the street. “Come on, bleachy, we have a meeting to crash.”
“So, ‘bout Red?” Spike asked.
Xander slowed their steps. “The best I can figure, is that when we brought Buffy back, it also did something wrong to Willow. And, since I don’t know squat about magic, I think we have to call Giles.”
“Bloody wanker, running off with ‘is tail between ‘is legs.” Spike said with contempt, finished off his cigarette, blowing the smoke out his nose. “Leaves his Slayer high and dry. Know he’s gonna say ‘not his problem’, luv.”
“I know. But, he doesn’t get a choice. He left us, thinking we didn’t need him, as if we weren’t important? What, is Buffy the only one who goes out at night and fights evil? No, she’s not, ‘cos you know I get the whole ‘one girl’ thing, but she tends to forget that she can’t do it all by herself. I mean, are the rest of us just chopped liver?” Xander ranted.
Spike tilted his head toward Xander, eyebrow raised. “Don’ hold back, luv.”
Xander flushed, “so I’m ignored, over looked and downright forgotten. It doesn’t mean that I don’t see what’s going on. My ideas should be given the same respect as Willow’s or Buffy’s.”
Spike took a hold of Xander’s hand, forcing him to stop. “Bollocks, Xander! Wankers the lot of them, heads so far up their arses, they can’t see. You’re worth a hundred of them, yeah?” he said, looking Xander in the eyes. “Now, no matter what that prat say’s, we’ll work something out. I’ve got your back, luv.”
Instead of answering, Xander bent forward, and kissed Spike. “Thank you, Spike.”
Dawn came flying out of the Magic Box, tears of anger blurring her eyes. “Xander, I hate her!” she exclaimed, launching herself at Xander.
Xander caught her in his arms, and gently held her to him. “Hey,” he said, running his hand up and down her back soothingly. “What’s wrong?”
“I hate her, she is such a bitch! I was talking to Anya about you know, you and Spike, and how cute I think you two are, and that you guys don’t treat me like a little kid. Well, Buffy knew I was with you getting coffee, and she was pissed when I told her that if she wanted a coffee, she should have gone with us and not make Xander get it. Well, then she went off and said that was all you were good for.” Dawn cried out into Xander’s chest.
Spike looked towards the Magic Box, a growl rumbling in his chest as he spied Buffy through the glass front windows. “Don’t, Spike,” Xander warned. “Look, let’s take Dawn home, and then we can figure something out. ‘Cos right now, going in there is of the bad, Spike.”
Spike still stared at the store, knowing that Xander was right, but still angry that the Slayer had driven her sister to tears. It was not sitting well with his Demon at all. “Right, the quicker we get the Bit settled, the quicker we can deal with this,” he bit out. Spike was trying hard to keep the Demon at bay, but it was becoming a difficult battle of late.
Once Dawn was seen safely home inside her room and finishing up some homework, Xander and Spike sat out on the front porch. Neither of them even thought about leaving her home alone. The Slayer may not care what happened to her sister, but that did not mean they didn’t. Both knew that things were coming to a head fast, with Buffy and Willow both acting very much out of character for them.
“You gonna call, luv?” Spike asked, looking at the non-threatening cell phone, lying between them.
Xander looked at the phone quickly, then away, “I should, I know. I just can’t help thinking that a wild band of roving Demons would be more fun.”
Spike snorted. “Might be able to help with that later, Xan,” he said, and lit up, exhaling smoke away from Xander. “It’s not goin’ to bite, Xander.”
Xander breathed deep, held it for a few seconds before slowly exhaling. Picking up the phone, he flipped it open and pressed 3. What seemed like hours later, but was in fact only a few minutes, the phone picked up.
“Hello?” a sleep gruff Giles answered.
Xander winced. “Sorry, G-man,” he said, looking at his watch, the time displaying 8:30pm, which made it 4:30am there. “I forgot it was still early there.”
A sigh came over the phone, “Well, yes, Xander, there is quite a bit of a time difference.” A yawn broke up Giles’ rant. “What can I help you with, Xander, that couldn’t possibly wait for a better time?”
“There’s a problem with Buffy and Willow. It wasn’t soo bad at first, but now Willow is using magic to solve everything; Tara has her hands full, just to make sure that Willow doesn’t curse or hex me or Spike or hell anyone else for that matter. And Buffy…Giles something’s wrong. She’s way stronger than she was before, and a whole lot meaner. Not only does she patrol obsessively now, she also goes out looking for things to beat up.” Xander trailed off, jumping a little when Spike took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “We fucked up, Giles. I know that, better than anyone, but something has to be stopped, fix, or corrected before someone gets killed.”
The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening. ~god I hope Giles doesn’t just leave us hanging~ Xander was beginning to think maybe they got disconnected, when he heard papers being shuffled around. “It will take me a few days to arrange it, but I will see what I can do here. I do need you to find me the spell Willow used, to resurrect Buffy, if at all possible.”
Xander choked on the air, shock and relief making him light-headed. Spike reached over and took the phone from Xander.
“Xander, Xander are you all right?”
“My boy’s fine, Watcher, you just get here,” Spike said, ignoring the sputtering, “We can ring you if we get the spell, Red’s been hiding things, though, so don’t hold your breath.” He ended the call by snapping it closed. “Alright, luv, Watcher’s on his way, we need Glinda.”
“Later,” Xander said, leaning over and claiming Spike’s lips. The move surprised Spike, but he was quick to return the kiss. Spike lightly ran his tongue over Xander’s lips, asking for permission. Xander groaned and opened his mouth, pulling Spike’s tongue into his mouth and sucking on it.
Xander moaned again as Spike pulled away, showering gentle kisses over his face. “We shouldn’t be doing this here, luv,” Spike said, in between kisses.
With one last searing kiss, Xander pulled back, a little out of breath. “You should go. It would get nasty if Buffy were to see you here.”
Spike ran his finger-tips down Xander’s cheek. “Don’t want the Slayer to hurt you, Xander.”
“I’ll be okay, Spike. Um, why don’t you come by my apartment later?”
“I’ll see you then, yeah?” Spike said, while he stood. Just before he turned to leave, he leaned down quickly and kissed Xander good-bye, and was gone off into the night as if he hadn’t been there.
“Crazy vamp.” Xander said, laughing.