Shadows of the Resurrection
By: Michelle
Notes are on Chapter 1.
Chapter 5
“Now, see. I don’t like Giles’ plan one bit, Spike. Not at all. I mean, who could be his live bait? Not Dawn, she’s the weapon! Not you, cuz, well, no offense, but you’re dead.”
Spike lips twisted in a wry smile as he watched Xander flail in protest at being the ‘live bait.’ “None taken, pup.”
“So who does that leave?” Xander turned to look at Spike expectantly.
“I don’t know, Xan. Who?” Sigh. Couldn’t the watcher have come up with a better plan? He didn’t want to be putting Xander in any more danger than the boy got himself in already.
“What? You don’t? Can’t you even guess? It leaves me, you braindead jerk!”
“Hey. None of that now, mate. I know you’re upset and all, but ain’t no call for namecalling.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. Just....I can’t believe he’s gonna use me for bait. Again.”
“‘S alright, though, pet. I’ll be there.” Damn straight. Nothin’s gonna hurt what is mine. Spike’s eyes widened at that thought.
“Yeah. That helps. And that wasn’t sarcasm, before you jump me in defense. Just resignation.”
“I know.”
“God. Can we just go home?”
“Already there, lu- umm, pet.”
“Good.”
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“So. Giles? What’s with the ‘live bait’ theory?”
“Umm, well, I had considered that Xander would be the best person to attract the creatures so that we may be able to destroy them. He and Spike will do a spell, somewhere near Willow. Then we shall use the energy of the Key to destroy them.”
“What kind of spell?”
“I’m sorry?”
“What kind of spell? I mean, if they’re going to be doing magic, shouldn’t it have a purpose? Isn’t non-purposey magic what got us here in the first place?”
“Oh. Well...ahh, I hadn’t quite thought that far ahead, Buffy.”
“Hmmph. Some kind of Watcher you are then, huh?”
“Now, see here!”
“God. Uptight much there Giles? I was just kidding. I think your plan is a sound one. Just need to figure out what kind of spell Spike and Xander will be doing.”
“Hah! I’m thinking de-lusting!”
“Dawnie! That’s not even funny. Who is Xander lusting after?”
“Well, Buffy, it appeared to me as though Xander and Spike were sharing some intimate glances.”
“Giles! No way. Spike just stays with him. At least that is what Dawn told me. That is right, Dawnie? Spike is just staying with Xander? No involvement?”
“As far as I know, yeah. But, what was that with all the looks and the flirty smiles? Besides, Spike still has the crypt and all his stuff is still there. So why does he need to stay with Xander? That is the question that must be answered, I say. But until then? I say de-lust them!”
“Oh good lord.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
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The night settled slowly, cooly over the quietude of Sunnydale. Shadows deepened in the predawn hours. The hours when everything was silent as death, when death could walk free and pick an occasional soul to steal. This night was no exception.
A lone figure staggered down the street, having finally been ousted from the only bar open this late. His drink-fogged eyes failed to notice the shadows that followed him. He lurched drunkenly past his crummy little box behind the coin laundry. Sober, he was no fool. He’d lived in the town for over 40 years. Graduated from the highschool that had suspiciously had the highest death toll in all of California. But over 40 years he had survived living on what he knew had to be the mouth of hell. Damn vampires and demons, and the whole friggin’ town ignorant. But not him. Nope. He was aware. And sometimes? He just didn’t want to be.
Tonight was one of those nights of not wanting to be. He had outlived every one of his friends. His family, long gone. No job, no home, no water to wash off the grime and fleas that he attracted. So tonight was a night of forgetting. Good job he did of it too, considering he forgot where he lived. Oh yeah. He turned around to head back to his little refrigerator box with its lone candle and some newspaper. Before he could even scream, darkness seeped into his open mouth, jerking his body straight, nearly breaking his spine with the force of the spasm.
Over 40 years he had lived in the little false haven of Sunnydale. 40 years and dozens of people he had out lived. But this night? He was just another hell mouth statistic. Taken down in the throes of terror by an unseen force that froze his face in a look of abject horror and violation.
The silence carried on.
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Willow sat huddled in Tara’s arms. The fear of what she had brought into the world attacking her, causing violent shivers that wouldn’t abate despite the gentle caressing from her lover’s hands. Thoughts swarmed through her brain, making her delicate forehead frown in confusion. Suddenly she snapped up, her eyes unfocused, and started wailing. “Another one, it took another one.” She started rocking back and forth, and Tara tried to calm her by grabbing her face in both hands and whispering love words to her, but Willow knew none of that.
She was caught in the vision that no one else could see; terror seeped out of her, curdling the air, and finally Tara felt it. She knew. The strange darkness had another victim, and Willow watched it all with her mind’s eye. Tara took her hands away from the frightened girl’s face, and just sat with her. There was nothing else she could do. She never cringed or frowned or turned away from her lover; she just sat next to her, watching the fear surround Willow and knowing that anything done to comfort the girl would go unnoticed. But there was no way in this hell that Tara would leave Willow alone and at the mercy of that kind of fear.
Over an hour later, sighing in relief as the terror abated and Willow drifted off into fitful sleep, Tara went downstairs. She couldn’t sleep and was looking for something to calm her nerves at least. She found Giles in the kitchen preparing a pot of tea. He turned when he heard her open the cabinet for a mug.
“Tara. I trust Willow is sleeping now?”
“Yes. I don’t know how long that will last though, Mr. Giles. When I left her just now, she was fitful. I think she’s connected to the darkness. If that makes sense.”
“Well, of course she is. It is hunting for her. She called on it, and it wants it recompense.”
“No. That’s not what I meant. She sees what it does. In her mind. I think she saw it murder someone.” Her voice dropped to a whisper with the last thought.
“Oh no.”Giles hung his head, saddened by the confirmation. “I was afraid of that. It feeds on our weaknesses. It knows that Willow would rather die than see an innocent suffer. It’s manipulating her. It will continue to kill randomly, forcing her to watch, until she makes the decision that another innocent can not suffer because of her. When she finally arrives at that thought, it will take her.” He sighed and poured them both some tea.
Tara felt he was leaving something unsaid. “What happens then?”
Giles turned to the soft witch, smiling in regret, a slow smile that never touched his eyes and seemed a mere wry twist of his lips. “I feel I must be honest here. Defeating the darkness would be much easier were it in possession of Willow. It’s almost a guaranteed success. But she will be lost for a long time afterwards. I don’t want that to happen. Ever.”
“Neither do I.” Tara stated, firm. She turned resolute eyes to him. “You said ‘our weaknesses,’ not ‘her weaknesses.’ You’ve seen this before? Dealt with the....shadows?”
“I guess that is the best word for what they are, and yes. I have. Though not to this extent.” He answered her honestly, but she knew he was holding back.
“Tell me.” She laid a soft hand on his arm, silently begging him to let her know what to expect.
“Tara. We were young and foolish, my friends - for lack of a better term - and I. We called on Chaos and so many other variations of evil that it should have been a reasonable expectation to be forced to deal with the consequences. But we were indestructible, heroic, strong, and oh so stupid.” The memory of his exploits and damnable naivete compelled him to self-mockery. “Yes, we knew we were more powerful than gods, but don’t all cocky teenagers?” He sighed into his cup of tea, longing for something stronger but knowing no amount of alcohol in the world would ever drown his memories of the past. “They are all dead now. Except myself and Ethan. Fate, and the darkness, have yet to reap their vengeance on us.” His throat cleared on a derisive snort. “I fully expect them to at any moment.” He lowered his head again, and murmured, “Then again, by taking Buffy, they perhaps already did.”
He was lost in memories and pain, until he felt the gentle sweep of Tara’s hand over his arm, offering her special brand of comfort. He lifted his head and smiled genuinely into her eyes. “I love each and every one of you children Tara. You know that.”
“Yes. Though none of us are children anymore. You know that. And you love her the most.” She smiled. “Willow, I mean,” she said at his questioning look.
He started, blinking in sharp astonishment at the woman before him. “Well,” and with her gentle look, he knew that avoiding the truth was not an option. “Yes. I do. Love her, I mean. I love all of them, you included.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know what you meant, Tara.” Giles sounded tired, weary of dealing with feelings that were at best unrequited, at worst, totally inappropriate. “And you’re wrong. It isn’t her I love the most, thought that isn’t quite accurate.” he shook his head, letting Tara know he was unwilling to share more about the one he loves. “ I love Willow, yes. But she was meant for you, and that makes me happy.”
Tara looked down into her tea. A sadness settled over, cloaking her shoulders and seeping into her stature. “We were fated to be Mr. Giles. I love her more than the air I breathe, but it seems unfair that I was never given a choice to love her or not. I saw her and something clicked inside me. Sometimes? I hate fate for doing that to us. Would we have come together if we weren’t fated?” She shrugged, looking up at him. “I don’t think so.”
“Tara. We can rail at fate for making us pawns. We can resent the circumstances in which it places us, but it doesn’t change the fact that we have free will. Willow, I dare say, has never had the connection to the fates - or ability to discern their desires - that you do. Rest assured that she chose you.” He nodded in satisfaction at the flare of possession that flared in her sea green eyes.
“Thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome. Though you should never have to say thank you for the truth.”
She looked at him, searching his face, and finally nodded. Silence descended on the kitchen as they drank their tea and worried over the coming fight with the darkness that wanted Willow’s soul.
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Tara crept back upstairs, not wanting to wake anyone in the house. Her slow progress up the stairs allowed her to feel and filter the energies of the house. There was Dawn’s constant energy, that tingle of ‘other’ that marked her as different, but benign. Buffy’s strong resilient energy as the Slayer permeated the atmosphere of the house. It comforted Tara to know that such strength of purpose and body was once again poised in defense of those it loved. She smiled as she felt the tremor of residual energy that was Joyce. The presence of mother was strong in this house, and bolstered Tara’s faith and belief that they could defeat this latest threat.
As she stepped into the hall upstairs, she detected the nervous fear that was Willow. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room she shared with Willow.
“Tara? I don’t understand. Everything new that I try always messes up.” Willow turned from the window she’d been staring out of to face Tara.
Walking over to hug Willow, Tara said, “Baby, I’m sure that isn’t true. I mean, I was new at one point, right?” Tara’s smile floated down on her words to kiss Willow’s ear while she wrapped her arms tightly around the witch.
Willow smiled quickly. “You are wonderful, sweetie, but don’t you remember? Little problem with the werewolf? Oz?”
“Oh yeah. But that was handled alright, eventually.”
“I know, but it wasn’t just that. I mean, there were other weirder incidents too.” She pulled back to look Tara directly in the eye, hoping the focus would impart the seriousness of her revelations. “I loved Xander all my life, Tara. Adored him. Then, he was with Cordelia, and I was with Oz, so you would think any feelings would be done with. But no, not for me. We kissed and they both caught us. It was only the second kiss but my god! New situation for me and disaster. Oh! And Cordelia fell on a piece of rebar after she caught us. So “new stuff is of the bad” lesson number one.”
“Wow. I had no idea-” Tara released her to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Wait. There’s more. When we had to defeat Angelus? Oh, yeah. I was a mad uber witch then too. Not. My first attempt at major mojo? Re-ensouling Angelus. You know, to make him Angel again. Yeah. The spell worked fine. Angelus turned back into Angel, kissed Buffy, all that good stuff that you could want. But again, disaster strikes. Buffy has to kill Angel to save the world. Not Angelus, but Angel. How much harder do you think I could have made it for her?”
Tara watched as Willow paced around the room. She looked to be working into a real tither about this revelation. Willow knew she was being crazy, but it all made a warped kind of sense. All signs and experience pointed to the unalterable fact that she should not be practicing witchcraft. “Oh my god.” Tara looked up at that whispered epithet.
“What?”
“I’m not meant to do magic. Both of those instances involve my use of magic. I was working on a love spell for Spike when Xander and I were caught almost in flagrante delicto. I cast the spell to bring back Angel’s soul. The primordial Slayer came to us in nightmares because of a spell I helped Giles perform.” She turned to stare at Tara, green eyes wide with unshed tears, her voice reduced to a pained whisper. “I can’t do magic, Tara. I hurt the people I love.”
Tara jumped up and wrapped her arms around Willow’s soft frame. “Sshhh. No. That’s not true. You have never hurt me, ever. As for those times you just mentioned? That was before you met me, before you found out about the opposites and how they ground each other. And this time with bringing Buffy back? You tried to do it without me.” She pulled away from the smaller woman. “Baby, I’ll keep you grounded. I’ll keep us safe. We were meant to be. Neither of us are whole without the other. And I think you know it, or else you would have gone back to Oz.”
Tara disengaged herself from Willow, growing stronger as she made her point. “I know you still love him, and were it not for me, you would be with him right now. But you feel this,” she grabbed Willow’s hand and placed it just above her left breast. “You feel the connection. You have since we first met. You and me, Will? We’re meant to be. We are together for a reason. And I’m not gonna let some incorporeal, spirit shadow demon keep us apart.” Her tone grew fierce, rumbling from her throat in a way Willow had never heard before. “You are mine, and no one is going to take you from me or me from you. You got that?”
Willow just stared at her, silent, as she thought about Tara’s words. Finally she nodded, her eyes never leaving Tara’s. “Yeah. I think I do. I love you.”
A smile graced the corners of Tara’s mouth. “Good. That makes two of us.”
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“Ok, people. So here I am. The sacrificial lamb, so to speak. You wanted live bait? You got him.” Xander’s voice preceded him as he stepped through the door without preamble.
His speech evoked dubious glances from the small audience gathered in Buffy’s living room. “What? Do I have smut on my nose or something? Cuz you’re all looking at me like I’ve gone insane. Well, my fellow Buffy-ites, let me assure you that I have not. I retain all previous mental faculties.” He snatched a cookie from the plate on the coffee table.
At Spike’s snort, he held up a hand, “Not a word, fangless. Not one word.” He continued with his hyperbolic vent. “I am the only logical option for the live bait plan. Can’t use Dawn as bait now can we? She of the ancient key-iness is much too valuable in this effort. Spike? Umm, case y’all forgot, Spike’s dead. Not alive, hence he can’t be live bait. Can’t use Buffy or Willow or Tara cuz they’ll be working on the spell. That leaves me or Giles. And since it was Giles’ bril plan?” He paused, looking around to make sure they were all paying attention to the big reveal. “That leaves me. The only logical choice for the live bait. And it is official: my life sucks.”
“Don’t hold back, Xan. Tell us how you really feel.” Buffy’s deadpan voice shocked everyone.
“Ahh, look, recently dead Slayer is making with the jokes. How sweet.” Xander’s sarcasm had the power to wound, but the big grin on his face was a perfect band aid. “Glad to see that Buffy. Pick on me all you want, so long as I get to see you smile again.” He walked over to hug her, pulling her up by her armpits and nearly crushing her into his chest. “Damn, girl. I really missed you and I’m so glad you’re back, but can we kill these nasty things before they take away my other best friend? I mean, I’d like that pleasure myself.” The words were said jokingly, but the angry sentiment behind them still strong.
Buffy laughed and wrapped herself around Xander just as tightly, grinning evilly when she heard him grunt, “Ok, you can let go now.” when her powerful hug turned painful. “Yeah. I’m totally with you on the killing of the beasties.”
“Good.”He put Buffy down and turned to face Willow. “While not at the top of my love list, Willow, you’re still my friend, and if you’re gonna get hurt, it’s gonna be by me, not some evil force.”
Willow looked up from her position on the floor by the fireplace, she gave Xander a tentative smile and said, “Alright. I think I can handle that.”
“Well, now that that’s settled, can we get down to business?” Giles’ voice was dripping with unconcealed exasperation. Yep, things were back to normal already. Xander thought as he recognized the Watcher’s tone from years past. “Xander. When I said live bait, I didn’t necessarily mean you. I meant that we should attract the things to us, and we need, well, honestly, we need bait. Anyone could do it, as it doesn’t require being alive, just present and active. You and Spike are the, umm, live bait.”
“What?” Spike hopped up from his perch next to Dawn on the sofa. “Wait a minute, Watcher. I agreed to help with this because, well, because I agreed and it’d be a bit of a lark to do some mayhem. Which I haven’t been able to do properly in a while.” Spike hedged. “But I never agreed to be any soddin’ bait.”
“Oh good lord, Spike. All you have to do is perform a spell with Xander.”
“A spell?” Giles nodded. “What kind of spell?” At which point Dawn snickered loudly, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment. Spike squinted at her, asking again, “What kind of spell?” His tone deadly.
“Well,” Giles hemmed and hawed for a moment, then grinned and tossed the ball into Dawn’s court. Since the little minx was enjoying herself at his expense, he’d leave her to flounder for a moment or two. “Dawn had this idea,” he started.
“What idea did you have, Nibblet?” Spike nearly growled at her. Dawn looked to her sister and friends for help. They each shook their heads.
“Umm, I thought maybe you and Xander could do....” She faltered.
“We could do what, exactly?” This from Xander.
“A delusting spell.” Dawn whispered, nearly too quiet for vampire hearing, but Spike picked it up.
He jerked back away from her. “A de-lusting spell? Why?”
Xander tilted his head and said, “Yeah. What he asked.”
“Well, you guys are so..you know,” she made a vague gesture with her hand, “these days.”
“No, apparently we don’t know, bit. Elaborate.”
“You guys are always together. You practically live with Xander now, Spike. And you’re both kinda protective of each other. Oh! And you danced together at the Bronze the other night, and it was hot.” Her eyes got wide and her smile went galactic.
Buffy swiftly turned to eye both Spike and Xander. “You guys danced together?” She glanced back at Dawn. “ Was it a slow dance, all cuddled up on each other? And it was hot?”
Dawn nodded. “Oh yeah.” Her voice oozed sensual appreciation, at which Xander and Spike both balked.
“It was a joke.” “Nothin’ serious.” They spoke at the same time, then looked at each other.
“Right?” they questioned each other and themselves.
“Oh. OH!” Dawn suddenly remembered something else. “And you flirted. Spike called Xander gorgeous.”
Willow had been observing the conversation from her position at Tara’s side on the couch, but at Dawn’s information, her eyebrow lifted. “Really? You did?” She looked to Spike.
“Well, yah. Look at ‘im!” It was Spike’s turn to get wide eyed. Xander grinned. If vampires could blush, Spike would be the color of a ripe strawberry right now. His grin disappeared with Dawn’s next words.
“And Xander called Spike blondie bear.”
At Xander’s agog expression, Buffy’s laugh erupted from her like a pyroclastic cloud from Mt. Aetna, taking everyone by surprise. They watched her laughing so easily, her face flushed and eyes wet with laugh-tears. Eventually, they were all caught up in it.
“Gorgeous and Blondie bear?” Buffy could barely get the words out for laughing. “You guys... you...danced together? I can’t ...believe it. Whew!” As she wiped tears out of her eyes, Spike and Xander just shrugged at the insanity of the moment. Then they smiled at each other.
“Somehow, Spike, I don’t think we’ll be able to ever forget about this.”
“Nope Harris, I guess not.” Spike watched Buffy’s joy with a serene expression, and Xander knew how he felt. It was good to see her so carefree again, even if it was at their expense. Even Giles seemed taken in by his Slayer’s unrepentant amusement. The small smile gracing his features grew indulgent. Xander thought he even heard a little chuckle escape the Englishman.
But soon, all was business again. “Well. I hope everyone has released their amusement for now?” Giles glanced around the room expectantly, clearing his throat. When the laughing settled into smiling, with only the occasional snicker, he said, “Good. Now let’s carry on.”
Spike and Xander rolled their eyes at each other. “Ok. Watcher. Me and the pup here will do a delusting spell, not like we need one, mind, but if it draws out the nasties, then I’m all for it. Gettin’ rid of those blighters is top priority. Right?” He turned to Xander.
“Absolutely, Fangless.” Xander answered, and spoke directly to Giles. “I know of a decent spell, and - providing I know where it is - we can do it tonight. Blighters,” Xander tried the word on for size and, at Spike’s nod, carried on, “won’t stand a chance against us all.”
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Back at the apartment, Xander rummaged in the kitchen for something snacky. Spike watched him from his position of leaning on the door way.
“So, Pup. Do you really think a delusting spell is needed?” His tone was curious but there was something in it that forced Xander to turn around and stare at him.
“Umm, not really thought about it.” He took a moment to do just that. “But no, delusting isn’t needed here, I don’t think. What about you?” Having found the box of Twinkies he’d been searching for, he opened it and took out one of the treats. He looked up at Spike again and saw the vampire’s bright blue eyes watching him with the twinkie. Suddenly he remember the ‘eating twinkies’ discussion and grinned.
Spike’s eyes grew wide when he saw the smirk appear on Xander’s face. He watched as Xander bit slowly into the confection, pale pink lips closing around it and damn if the boy’s tongue didn’t slip out and just lick the cream out of the center of the thing. Spike nearly took a breath, but refrained. He didn’t want the boy knowing what that sight did to him. But he needn’t have bothered trying to hide his reaction. He saw Xander’s eyebrow pop up, illustrating that he knew perfectly well what was going through Spike’s mind.
Xander took another tempting bite, twirling his tongue again into the cream filled center of the twinkie. When Spike growled softly, he laughed and munched the rest of the treat down. “Sorry Spike! I just remembered the “eating twinkies is phallic” discussion and wanted to tease you.” He grinned and wiped his hands on his jeans, unsuccessfully ridding them of the sticky sweetness of the pseudo-pastry. He turned around to put the box back in the cabinet and so missed Spike’s glare and sudden steps toward him.
Spike waited patiently until Xander turned to find him not a foot away from him. At the boy’s startled yelp, Spike grinned wickedly. “So, you were teasing?” Spike leaned in closer.
“Yeah, sorry. I shouldn’t have,” Xander whispered, not sure what was going on, but not exactly afraid of it either. He seemed to be having trouble drawing a good breath, and there was a tension in his stomach that was really familiar, but most unwelcome right now.
“Turn about is fair play, pup.” Spike leaned in, his nose nuzzling along Xander’s neck, and inhaled deeply.
Xander felt the indrawn air whisper across his skin and sighed. “What do ya mean?”
Spike pulled back from his neck and leaned in closer again, his lips brushing Xander’s as he said, “Teasing works both ways.” Then Spike laid his lips fully on Xander’s, catching the boy’s expelled breath and slipping a quick tongue into the sweet darkness that tasted of vanilla and cream. At the whispered, “Oh!” Spike grinned and bit down on Xander’s bottom lip, startling the boy into clutching at him.
Feeling the clutching fingers on his arms, Spike grunted and teasing was no longer an option. He slanted his mouth firmly over Xander’s, drawing out tiny moans and drinking the breaths that Xander expelled. Spike lifted his hand to card long fingers through Xander’s thick dark hair, and groaned when he felt rough, clutching hands roam assuredly to his waist and grip him firmly, pulling him forward to rest against Xander’s hips. Fisting his fingers in the boy’s hair, Spike pulled him away to look into his face.
“This something you want Xan?”
“Hmm?” Dark eyes opened, glazed over with a kind of confused but enthusiastic passion. “Want?” Xander blinked. “Want? Yes.”
“Right then.” And Spike was kissing him again, pulling him in deep, insinuating a thigh between Xander’s and rubbing against him hard. Xander slid his tongue into Spike’s mouth, curling it into and over and around Spike’s, tasting the lingering twang of nicotine and the bite of whiskey, and the sweet roll of chocolate that was in the cookies they had consumed at Buffy’s. Xander came to three realizations in that instant. One; Spike tasted damn good. Two; he didn’t want a delusting spell. He just wanted Spike. And three; Spike was just teasing.
Hard on the last realization, Xander pulled quickly away, pushing Spike away from him. He took a deep breath to regain some composure, and tried not to notice that the inhalation forced his chest to rub enticingly along Spike’s. “I’m sorry. Teasing you was wrong.” Xander’s words spilled forth. “And I know I deserve some payback, but do it some other way, alright? Don’t tease me like this.”
Confused, Spike searched Xander for some sort of clue as to what he was feeling and finding nothing there but a matching confusion and a touch of fear. “Right.” Spike panted out slowly. His chest rising and falling in a parody of breath that was necessary for his sanity if not his life. He laid a reassuring hand on Xander’s chest and said softly, “Not been teasing since you grabbed me.” But he moved away from the boy anyway, putting some much needed distance between them. “I’ll leave you to it, then, pup.” Spike walked out of the kitchen and into the bathroom then closed the door quietly.
Xander felt the finality of that quiet snap and sighed. “I didn’t want you to leave me alone,” he whispered to the empty room.
TBC
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