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Xander's Battle
Spike's eyes weld with tears, as he found his fallen friend inside the doorway. Xander lay motionless, bloody, and beaten. Spike had been out with the others on patrol when he had to head back due to the rising sun. When he reached the house he noticed the door was open and there lay two dead bringers and one motionless Xander. Spike screamed for help, but no one came, everyone must have already gone. Then seconds later as he dialed the phone, a stumbling Dawn made her way down the stairs. Spike hadn't noticed and was screaming into the receiver, "Yes, there is an emergency, I need an ambulance, NOW!!!" He then heard a girl crying over his former foe's body, and when he turned he saw Dawn too was bloody and beaten and screamed even louder, "NOW!!!!" He looked Dawn up and down, and realized she was alright, just a bit worse for the wear. He quickly moved over to her and hugged her tightly asking, "What happened?"
"Some bringers busted in, I guess looking for you guys. No one was here except me and Xander, so we fought them the best we could. Xander fought some off as he went for the weapons chest in the living room, while I headed up stairs to find something to use myself. I guess they got the better of us."
"No pet, your still alive, so I would say that you won." Spike said as he heard the ambulance rushing to the home. "It's too light out for me to go with him, besides looks like your going to need some stitches for that," Spike spoke solemnly as he touched the cut on Dawn's forehead. "You two go on to the hospital, and you watch out for him. I'll send Buffy and the others as soon as they get back."
A few hours later..
"Dawn," a relieved Buffy cried as she neared her sister in a full sprint. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. But Xander's not so hot. They said that he's in a coma and don't know if he'll wake up."
"Oh my God," Willow cried from behind them, she and Giles had just arrived. "Spike said it was bad, but, but."
"Can we see him?" Buffy asked Dawn softly, trying not to be pushy. She was trying to make sure that Dawn knew, she was worried about her too, just not as much at this moment.
"Sure." Dawn led her sister down the hall as the others followed.
"So, how many where there?" Giles asked trying to keep himself from crying, he hadn't ever realized how much Xander actually meant to him.
"What, oh, I think about twenty or so. I killed seven or so, Xander killed at least that or more, I guess they did their, take the dead a retreat thing." Dawn said without a hint of braggart in her voice.
"You guys fought off twenty bringers by yourself?" Willow asked looking at Dawn as if impressed, but curious.
"Well, when they came through the doors we just went straight into battle mode. I guess that since we knew we had to, the adrenaline kicked in or something."
"Or something," Willow repeated.
"What does that mean?" Dawn asked questionably.
"Nothing, it just doesn't make sense. Why would the bringers attack you, and leave without finishing the job?"
"Dunno, just assumed we had held on long enough to scare 'em." Dawn replied, not knowing what to think.
They reached the door and their eyes all filled with tears as they saw him. Xander's chest rose and fell, but there was no hint of life in him. He was black and blue and blood was stained on him. They could tell he was in serious trouble. Willow was the first to his side, she held his hand in hers as she sat down next to him and cried, Buffy looked him up and down and just held Dawn as they cried softly into each others hair. Giles, stood at the door, his glasses in hand and tears softly flowing down his cheeks. He had a sudden flashback ***"You're not real, their just making me see what I want," Giles said resiliently, "Oh yeah," Xander started, "then why would they make you see me?"*** He could feel his whole body shaking, because you're like a son to me he thought, that's why I want to see you.
Willow sat holding his hand and thinking herself ***She stood before the world, ready to destroy, when he jumped in front of the perverbial bullet. "I love you," he would repeat over and over as he stopped her from making that huge mistake.*** I won't let you die, she thought as she squeezed his hand just a little tighter.
Buffy saw him laying there and was speechless. There were no words for her to use, as she cried. ***As she and Willow reached the bottom of the elevator shaft they turned to him, "We love you, you know that right?" Xander looked at them lovingly then, "Oh God, we're going to die aren't we?*** No Xander, she thought, I won't let you.
Dawn too was having that same reaction ***Dawn sat teary eyed at the table as Xander spoke the words that he knew she needed to hear, "You're not special, you're extrodinary*** no Xand, she thought, you are.
Many hours later Spike entered the hotel, his face as pale as anyone could recall. Buffy and Dawn had met him at the door, he had came as soon as the light of the sun was far enough over the mountains to leave. He entered wearing a look of concern, he saw Dawn and his looked turned to a relieved smile for a moment. He hugged Dawn so tight that Dawn worried she was going to have to fight to get her next breath. He released her a second or two later, kissed her forehead, and said, "You okay niblet?"
"Yeah, hanging in there, Xander's not so lucky though, he's pretty bad." Dawn said with a grim frown.
"Could you take me to him?" Spike asked. Unknowingly, the two had found a respect for each other over the months, even a slight friendship. Now it killed Spike to think that his new friend could die before he ever fully understood what a true friend was.
They reached the door and were met by Giles and Willow walking out, they were on their way to get dinner and Spike saw an opportunity to clear his conscious, "Could you guys give me a few minutes alone with him? I have some things I need to tell him." Spike asked them to leave him alone as pleadingly as he knew how, Buffy nodded her head and Dawn even teared up realizing how much this moment meant. As they walked toward the diner, Spike turned back into the room with his hands over his mouth and tears starting all over. He approached the bed and softly placed his hand on Xander's chest and stated, "Come on man, you can't die yet. I haven't got to pay you back for all the cheap shots yet. Please man, I have so many things that I need you here for. You keep me focused, everytime you criticize me it makes me think about everything I do, it makes me better. Come on, you help me, you are helping becoming a better pers..well whatever I am. I've never said this, but you are like a brother to me, and that's saying something for me. I can't hate you anymore. I can't do this without you, without any of you. You are the glue of us all and if your gone, well, I'll miss you more than I would like to admit.." Spike was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Dear God, I'm going to die aren't I?" Xander jokingly struggled. "Man, you get a soul and go all weepy on me. So much for the big bad. You know I'll never let you live this down." Xander finished looking into Spike's eyes and for the first time saw his soul instead of the demon. His eyes widened as he realized that this was a man now.
Spike's eyes were full of tears, but now of joy, he was even smiling a giddy smile, "Harris, my god, I thought you were a goner." Spike hurried out as he actually bent to hug Xander. Xander squirmed uncomfortably for a moment then realized he couldn't move so allowed him to.
"Oh," Buffy said as she walked into the room realizing what was going on, "if you two need a private moment.." she laughed as she approached. Spike leapt to his feet and straightened himself up quickly. "It's alright Spike, your allowed to feel for your friends, that's a good thing. Now, speaking of friends, when did you wake up?"
Xander smiled as Buffy took his hand and Spike put his hand on her shoulder, "Right in the middle of this sturring speech, something about being like a brother, and needed." Xander laughed as he looked at Spike as he expected the vamp to squirm but he didn't.
"Harris, your forgetting the key part, you know, the whole we can't do this without you." Spike said with a smirk as he watched Xander laugh on the inside as his smile danced.
"God, I leave for two seconds and you guys bond? Maybe, we should be in the hospital more often." Buffy laughed.
"No, that's okay, this once is enough for me," Xander stated as he softly moaned as he touched his head. "I think I'm broken."
"Where?" Buffy asked questionably.
Spike laughed for a second, "Luv, I think he meant all over."
"Once again with the spot on Spike, your starting to scare me." Xander laughed and then moaned again and grabbed his head.
Willow, Dawn, and Giles all entered mere seconds later all rushing to the bedside. Willow was the first, "He Mr. Sleepy Head, I was gettin' worried that you decided to take an extra long nap."
"Will, I heard every word you said," Xander said holding her ear close to her ear, "I heard you say I love you and I couldn't give up then could I?" Xander thought as he remembered the time he had brought her back with the same words.
Willow was shocked as she realized what he was thinking and whispered, "That wasn't Oz was it? My God Xander, why didn't you ever tell me?" Willow kissed his head and allowed Dawn to take her place.
"So, some battle huh?"
"Yeah, glad to see you got out alright," Xander stated with a sigh of relief. "I was afraid you were outpowered or something when you went upstairs. God, I must've fought off at least thirty more downstairs after you left. I remember thinking 'my God, I got to keep her safe,' fighting for what seemed like forever, and then as the last bringer I saw head fell to the ground, I lost all my energy, and was gone."
Giles opened his eyes at these comments, "Xander, did you say thirty?"
"Well, I didn't actually count, but there was a lot."
Giles smiled as he approached and leaned down in his ear, "I was scared that you wouldn't wake up, and I had a thought about when you saved me in the factory. You know, 'why would they make you see me?" Anyway, I figured out a reason why they would," Giles was teary and almost stuttering, "your like a son to me."
"Giles, your more of a father to me, to all of us, than we've ever had in our home lives. You are our dad." Xander softly reached up and pulled the former watcher to him and held him close.
"Xander, there's something I need to tell you," Giles whispered.
"What is it?"
"I think I read in a book yesterday about the powers that be, granting a man extraordinary powers to fight the fight here in Sunnydale during what was referred to as the 'Last battle.' And by what I understand he is to be the slayers right hand man. You fought off twenty plus bringers on your own, do you know how?"
"No," Xander said numbly.
"Do you know you weren't suppose to wake up, now your awake, and your head doesn't nearly look as blue. Xander, I think the powers have given you power to fight the battle alongside the others."
"We'll see," Xander said, once again almost numbly. "We'll see."
Xander's Battle
Spike's eyes weld with tears, as he found his fallen friend inside the doorway. Xander lay motionless, bloody, and beaten. Spike had been out with the others on patrol when he had to head back due to the rising sun. When he reached the house he noticed the door was open and there lay two dead bringers and one motionless Xander. Spike screamed for help, but no one came, everyone must have already gone. Then seconds later as he dialed the phone, a stumbling Dawn made her way down the stairs. Spike hadn't noticed and was screaming into the receiver, "Yes, there is an emergency, I need an ambulance, NOW!!!" He then heard a girl crying over his former foe's body, and when he turned he saw Dawn too was bloody and beaten and screamed even louder, "NOW!!!!" He looked Dawn up and down, and realized she was alright, just a bit worse for the wear. He quickly moved over to her and hugged her tightly asking, "What happened?"
"Some bringers busted in, I guess looking for you guys. No one was here except me and Xander, so we fought them the best we could. Xander fought some off as he went for the weapons chest in the living room, while I headed up stairs to find something to use myself. I guess they got the better of us."
"No pet, your still alive, so I would say that you won." Spike said as he heard the ambulance rushing to the home. "It's too light out for me to go with him, besides looks like your going to need some stitches for that," Spike spoke solemnly as he touched the cut on Dawn's forehead. "You two go on to the hospital, and you watch out for him. I'll send Buffy and the others as soon as they get back."
A few hours later..
"Dawn," a relieved Buffy cried as she neared her sister in a full sprint. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. But Xander's not so hot. They said that he's in a coma and don't know if he'll wake up."
"Oh my God," Willow cried from behind them, she and Giles had just arrived. "Spike said it was bad, but, but."
"Can we see him?" Buffy asked Dawn softly, trying not to be pushy. She was trying to make sure that Dawn knew, she was worried about her too, just not as much at this moment.
"Sure." Dawn led her sister down the hall as the others followed.
"So, how many where there?" Giles asked trying to keep himself from crying, he hadn't ever realized how much Xander actually meant to him.
"What, oh, I think about twenty or so. I killed seven or so, Xander killed at least that or more, I guess they did their, take the dead a retreat thing." Dawn said without a hint of braggart in her voice.
"You guys fought off twenty bringers by yourself?" Willow asked looking at Dawn as if impressed, but curious.
"Well, when they came through the doors we just went straight into battle mode. I guess that since we knew we had to, the adrenaline kicked in or something."
"Or something," Willow repeated.
"What does that mean?" Dawn asked questionably.
"Nothing, it just doesn't make sense. Why would the bringers attack you, and leave without finishing the job?"
"Dunno, just assumed we had held on long enough to scare 'em." Dawn replied, not knowing what to think.
They reached the door and their eyes all filled with tears as they saw him. Xander's chest rose and fell, but there was no hint of life in him. He was black and blue and blood was stained on him. They could tell he was in serious trouble. Willow was the first to his side, she held his hand in hers as she sat down next to him and cried, Buffy looked him up and down and just held Dawn as they cried softly into each others hair. Giles, stood at the door, his glasses in hand and tears softly flowing down his cheeks. He had a sudden flashback ***"You're not real, their just making me see what I want," Giles said resiliently, "Oh yeah," Xander started, "then why would they make you see me?"*** He could feel his whole body shaking, because you're like a son to me he thought, that's why I want to see you.
Willow sat holding his hand and thinking herself ***She stood before the world, ready to destroy, when he jumped in front of the perverbial bullet. "I love you," he would repeat over and over as he stopped her from making that huge mistake.*** I won't let you die, she thought as she squeezed his hand just a little tighter.
Buffy saw him laying there and was speechless. There were no words for her to use, as she cried. ***As she and Willow reached the bottom of the elevator shaft they turned to him, "We love you, you know that right?" Xander looked at them lovingly then, "Oh God, we're going to die aren't we?*** No Xander, she thought, I won't let you.
Dawn too was having that same reaction ***Dawn sat teary eyed at the table as Xander spoke the words that he knew she needed to hear, "You're not special, you're extrodinary*** no Xand, she thought, you are.
Many hours later Spike entered the hotel, his face as pale as anyone could recall. Buffy and Dawn had met him at the door, he had came as soon as the light of the sun was far enough over the mountains to leave. He entered wearing a look of concern, he saw Dawn and his looked turned to a relieved smile for a moment. He hugged Dawn so tight that Dawn worried she was going to have to fight to get her next breath. He released her a second or two later, kissed her forehead, and said, "You okay niblet?"
"Yeah, hanging in there, Xander's not so lucky though, he's pretty bad." Dawn said with a grim frown.
"Could you take me to him?" Spike asked. Unknowingly, the two had found a respect for each other over the months, even a slight friendship. Now it killed Spike to think that his new friend could die before he ever fully understood what a true friend was.
They reached the door and were met by Giles and Willow walking out, they were on their way to get dinner and Spike saw an opportunity to clear his conscious, "Could you guys give me a few minutes alone with him? I have some things I need to tell him." Spike asked them to leave him alone as pleadingly as he knew how, Buffy nodded her head and Dawn even teared up realizing how much this moment meant. As they walked toward the diner, Spike turned back into the room with his hands over his mouth and tears starting all over. He approached the bed and softly placed his hand on Xander's chest and stated, "Come on man, you can't die yet. I haven't got to pay you back for all the cheap shots yet. Please man, I have so many things that I need you here for. You keep me focused, everytime you criticize me it makes me think about everything I do, it makes me better. Come on, you help me, you are helping becoming a better pers..well whatever I am. I've never said this, but you are like a brother to me, and that's saying something for me. I can't hate you anymore. I can't do this without you, without any of you. You are the glue of us all and if your gone, well, I'll miss you more than I would like to admit.." Spike was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Dear God, I'm going to die aren't I?" Xander jokingly struggled. "Man, you get a soul and go all weepy on me. So much for the big bad. You know I'll never let you live this down." Xander finished looking into Spike's eyes and for the first time saw his soul instead of the demon. His eyes widened as he realized that this was a man now.
Spike's eyes were full of tears, but now of joy, he was even smiling a giddy smile, "Harris, my god, I thought you were a goner." Spike hurried out as he actually bent to hug Xander. Xander squirmed uncomfortably for a moment then realized he couldn't move so allowed him to.
"Oh," Buffy said as she walked into the room realizing what was going on, "if you two need a private moment.." she laughed as she approached. Spike leapt to his feet and straightened himself up quickly. "It's alright Spike, your allowed to feel for your friends, that's a good thing. Now, speaking of friends, when did you wake up?"
Xander smiled as Buffy took his hand and Spike put his hand on her shoulder, "Right in the middle of this sturring speech, something about being like a brother, and needed." Xander laughed as he looked at Spike as he expected the vamp to squirm but he didn't.
"Harris, your forgetting the key part, you know, the whole we can't do this without you." Spike said with a smirk as he watched Xander laugh on the inside as his smile danced.
"God, I leave for two seconds and you guys bond? Maybe, we should be in the hospital more often." Buffy laughed.
"No, that's okay, this once is enough for me," Xander stated as he softly moaned as he touched his head. "I think I'm broken."
"Where?" Buffy asked questionably.
Spike laughed for a second, "Luv, I think he meant all over."
"Once again with the spot on Spike, your starting to scare me." Xander laughed and then moaned again and grabbed his head.
Willow, Dawn, and Giles all entered mere seconds later all rushing to the bedside. Willow was the first, "He Mr. Sleepy Head, I was gettin' worried that you decided to take an extra long nap."
"Will, I heard every word you said," Xander said holding her ear close to her ear, "I heard you say I love you and I couldn't give up then could I?" Xander thought as he remembered the time he had brought her back with the same words.
Willow was shocked as she realized what he was thinking and whispered, "That wasn't Oz was it? My God Xander, why didn't you ever tell me?" Willow kissed his head and allowed Dawn to take her place.
"So, some battle huh?"
"Yeah, glad to see you got out alright," Xander stated with a sigh of relief. "I was afraid you were outpowered or something when you went upstairs. God, I must've fought off at least thirty more downstairs after you left. I remember thinking 'my God, I got to keep her safe,' fighting for what seemed like forever, and then as the last bringer I saw head fell to the ground, I lost all my energy, and was gone."
Giles opened his eyes at these comments, "Xander, did you say thirty?"
"Well, I didn't actually count, but there was a lot."
Giles smiled as he approached and leaned down in his ear, "I was scared that you wouldn't wake up, and I had a thought about when you saved me in the factory. You know, 'why would they make you see me?" Anyway, I figured out a reason why they would," Giles was teary and almost stuttering, "your like a son to me."
"Giles, your more of a father to me, to all of us, than we've ever had in our home lives. You are our dad." Xander softly reached up and pulled the former watcher to him and held him close.
"Xander, there's something I need to tell you," Giles whispered.
"What is it?"
"I think I read in a book yesterday about the powers that be, granting a man extraordinary powers to fight the fight here in Sunnydale during what was referred to as the 'Last battle.' And by what I understand he is to be the slayers right hand man. You fought off twenty plus bringers on your own, do you know how?"
"No," Xander said numbly.
"Do you know you weren't suppose to wake up, now your awake, and your head doesn't nearly look as blue. Xander, I think the powers have given you power to fight the battle alongside the others."
"We'll see," Xander said, once again almost numbly. "We'll see."