Title: Spike to the Rescue 1/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After breaking his leg on patrol Spike is the one to take care of Xander.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd

Prompt #434 from tamingthemuse- Elevate

Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.

Xander could not believe his luck. Of course out of all of them he'd be the one to break his leg while on patrol. A vampire had gotten the best of him and before Buffy could stake him the bastard broke his leg in three different places. After three hours in the emergency room with Giles who was the only one who was able to drive besides Xander, Xander left the hospital with a cast from his foot all the way past his knee.

Now Xander was stuck in his apartment alone. He's called his boss and told him he'd fallen down the stairs at his apartment building. His boss had sounded a little put out about the situation. Xander explained to him and told him that he had insurance that would cover his time off work and hoped that he still had a job when he got the cast off. His boss confirmed that he would and that he was just upset because Xander was one of the best workers he had. That was really the first time Xander had been told he was doing a good job.

Groaning Xander tried to stick his finger under the cast to try to scratch the one of many itches he had on his leg. It had only been a few hours and he was already going insane. Six weeks was going to be a nightmare. He laid his head against the back of the couch with his broken leg elevated on the coffee table a pillow under it for some cushioning.

Xander was used to taking care of himself while he was sick or injured but he honestly didn't know how he was going to be able to do things around the house. How the hell was he even supposed to shower? The first thing the doctor had told him was to not get the cast wet. He closed his eyes not wanting to think about anything. Xander just wanted to relax.

Ten minutes later there pounding at his front door. Xander struggled to stand up with the help of his crutches. When he finally made it to the door whoever it was, was still knocking. Staggering a bit so he could open the door.

"What are you doing answering the door?" Spike demanded as he stormed into the apartment when the door opened.

Xander stared at Spike like he was the creature from the black lagoon. "Because you were pounding on the door? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because Red stopped by and told me what happened," Spike said. He looked at Xander realizing he was still standing at the door. "Would you sit down?" Spike said as he wrapped his arm around Xander's waist and helped him back to the couch.

"Thanks," Xander said as he watched Spike gently put his leg back on the table. "Um… why did Willow go tell you I broke my leg?"

"Because she knew that you would need help the next few weeks and since I don't have much of a life I could check up on you," Spike replied. "That reminds me my bag is in the car."

Xander was getting confused. "Why do you have a bag?"

"I can't just wear the same clothes every day until you are out of that cast now can I?" Spike replied. "I'll be back in a jiff." Spike was out the door.

Xander managed to reach the phone and called Willow.

"Xander? Are you okay? Is Spike with you?" Willow babbled as soon as she answered.

"It's true? You convinced Spike to take care of me?" Xander asked. Wasn't he suffering enough?

"What? No! I went over to tell him that we would need him for extra patrol duty because you got hurt. He demanded to know what happened and when I told him he packed a bag and said that he was going to stay with you to make sure were okay," Willow explained. "I know you probably aren't happy but you need someone taking care of you and Spike kind of doesn't have a life. Just let him stay okay?"

Xander let out a sigh. "Fine."

"Great! Now you just rest and I'll talk to you tomorrow! Love you," Willow gushed before hanging up.

Xander hung up the phone just as Spike walked back in. "Confirming my story, eh?"

"More or less. Though Willow's story… which I believe over yours by the way is that it was your idea to take care of me, not hers."

Spike didn't comment on that. "Did the watcher get you anything to eat before he just abandoned you?"

"I wasn't really hungry," Xander admitted. His stomach started to grumble. He grabbed the phone.

Spike took the phone from him. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Ordering food?" Xander replied.

"I'll make you something," Spike said. "Grilled cheese sound good?"

Xander was still confused. "Yeah, thanks."

Spike disappeared into the kitchen a few minutes later he return with a grilled cheese that was a little burnt, just the way Xander liked them and a bottle of water. "Thanks," Xander said again before he started to munch on it.

They ended up watching a couple of repeats of The Simpsons. Spike's eyes wandered over to Xander who was attempting to get his finger under the cast to scratch. "Stop that!" He barked.

"But it itches!" Xander whined. And it did. He thought it itched more than it hurt and did it fucking hurt!

Without a word Spike stood up took the empty plate back into the kitchen did a quick wash on it before coming back out with an ice pack and towel. He wrapped the ice pack in the towel once before gently placed it on the cast at the knee. "That should help," he said quickly.

Xander was doubtful of this but minutes later the itching had actually lessened. "Wow, how'd you know that would work?"

"I went to a friend of mine before coming here. He told me that would help with the itching," Spike replied as he stared at the TV though he really wasn't paying attention to it.

Spike went to a friend to ask questions about a broken leg before coming to take care of Xander? What was going on?