Summary: Um, basically Xander gets bit by a Menos demon, one who's bite is deadly and exhibits cold like symptoms, and Spike, unknowedly shows concern for Xander as he deteriates, and yeah......... In Spike's P.O.V.

(The facts might be a bit screwed up, but just bear with me, ok? I don't exactly watch the show.)

Well, like all great stories, this one starts out in an epic battle of good v.s. evil; in other words, myself, Buffy, Willow and Xander against the Menos demons. Unfortunately for all you readers out there, that's not exactly important. What is important in that Xander had gotten bit by those little buggers. But none, save Xander, knew about it.

A couple of nights later, all of us in that Menos hunt noticed as Xand came in, he coughed lightly, but the girls and I brushed it off as him getting a cold. No big deal, right?

"Xand?" Willow asked, "Are you feeling ok?"

He smiled and said, "It's nothing, just catching--." he pulled out a Kleenex from his pocket and sneezed. "A cold," he finished after blowing his nose. "No big deal."

I looked at him, but then a scent caught me. Blood. While the others talked, I tried to find the source of the scent. An open wound on Xander's left arm.

"You been cute, mate?" I asked.

"What?" Xander asked.

"I said, 'You've been cut?'," I repeated. Truth of it was, I really had said "cute". I knew he was cute, but I wasn't going to say anything.

He gave me a weird look, but said, "No, what makes you think that?"

I reached over and pulled the left sleeve of his shirt of up, revealing bandages and a circular blood pattern. "Mind explaining that?"

He looked exposed at this comment, and started babbling something.

"You weren't bit last night were you?" Buffy asked.

"No, I fell..."

"Xander!"

"What?"

"Who knows what could happen from that bite!" Buffy said.

"Look, nothing's happened."

"Yet.." Willow added.

"Look, will you guys just cut it? I'm going to be--" He cut off due to a coughing fit. When it ended, all of us around him looked to his mouth.

"Don't tell me you all want to kiss me," he said, jokingly.

"By chance, do you always cough up blood when you get a cold?" I asked him.

He looked at us confused, but then wiped his mouth and he realized that he indeed did cough up a bit of blood.

"No way," he whispered. Then he said, "It's probably a coincidence. I probably should be getting home." And he left to go to his place.

I left,too, contimplating what to do next because I didn't know how long he would survive the bite.

The next night, I came in to our meeting place and was met with a very ill-looking Xander.

"You okay there?" I asked him.

He looked up at me, looking as bad as the concept of Hell. "Well, let's see," he said, "I can't breathe, my head's beating like a bass drumb. I can't sit,or I can't breathe, period. I suppose the best thing about it is that I only really went to about two classes. Not that I went home, but because my teachers told me to sit, despite the fact I told them I can't and made myself faint."

"Okay..."

"Basically, 'Feeling like Hell' doesn't seem to describe it."

"Ah."

"Yep," Xander explained, "I've tried everything, half the time, I was surprized that I didn't over dose. I've even let Willow try a spell on me to just relive the pain in my head. Every single time, no good."

He looked like he was going to keel over at any point.

His sneeze broke the silece and my train of thoughts.

"Bless you," I said, cringing at the fact that I had said it.

He gave me another look.

"What's up with you?" he asked.

"Same ole, same ole," I replied.

"Huh..." He said, then began to violently cough. As he did so, he sank to his knees, and just like that he started fighting for breath. I immediately noticed that and helped him back onto his feet,where he did finally start to breathe again.

"Thanks," he panted. He laid his head on my shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. I was shocked at this. My heart might have skipped a beat if I were alive. Instead my breath caught in my throat. I even think I started going hard. I didn't realize that he had passed out while his head was there.

"Xander?" I asked, gently shaking the unconcious guy, "Xand? You awake?" When I had discovered he wasn't, I said out loud to no one in particular, "Oh, great."

"What's great?" a perticularly annoying voice said.

"Go away, who ever you are, I don't need help," which was half way true.

Buffy came in, "Uh-huh..." she looked down, "You sure? Look, what's ever wrong with him, we'll have to take him to Giles while he's still out."

"Okay," I said, noticing her reach down and put her hands around his ankles, "But there's one problem with your approach."

She stood up. "What?"

"He told me he can't breathe when he sits down then what makes you think he'll be able to breathe lying down?"

"Ah, I see your point, but he'll be fine."

"Okay..." I replied uncertainly.

I really didn't know what would happen. But she was right, now would be the right time to take him to Giles because he wouldn't protest or try to get away or anything. I nodded and helped Buffy transport him to the house of Giles.

She motioned for me to lay him down on the couch, and I did so.

"Giles," Buffy said, "look at his left arm. Spike said something yesterday night about him bleeding there. When we asked Xander about it, but he denied getting bit last night."

Giles nodded and looked at the wounded arm of the unconcious boy. After the bloody bandages came off, there was a distinct bite mark in his arm.

I actually couldn't believe that he had lied about that, even though I myself could be labled a liar. But he doesn't normally lie, does he?

Giles looked through his books, and asked, "What sort of demon were they?"

"Uh, they looked like Menos demons," I said, looking at Xander, who looked like he was having trouble breathing, so I brought the sleeping boy up onto his feet and let him lean on me, making sure to look cool about the whole thing.

"Menos, did you say?" Giles asked.

"Yeah, why?" Xander started to slip, but I brought him back up to resting his head on my shoulder.

"Menos demons' bites are extremely vemomous and cause cold like symptoms and difficulty breathing when not on one's feet, and even the expeltion of blood from one's lungs. If not treated by then, there's no hope for survival."

I think I would have paled even more than I looked. Maybe I did. I know Buffy looked scared.

"Buf, you gonna be ok?" Giles asked her.

"Yeah, I think so, I don't know," she replied.

I personally couldn't believe it. I really had no idea that those little buggars could do that sort of thing. I mean I've been bitten by one or two over the decades, but I guess I never really thought they could get someone sick. Or even kill someone. Course, I was immortal, but still, I never thought I could be so thick.. I always assumed that was Angel's job.

Xander started to wake and opened his eyes and looked about him sleepily. "Ok, great, now where am I?" he asked.

He looked cute whe he was tired.

"You're in Giles' house," Buffy explained, "And you won't be 'all right'."

"Huh?"

"Let the boy wake up first before you drop this bomb on him," I told her.

"No," Xander said, looking at me innocently, "It's okay. Why won't I be alright?"

"Because you got bit that night of our fight. And you hacked up blood. Basically that was the warning sign of your poisoning."

"What are you talking about," he said, half-asleep, "What bite?"

"What bite?!?" Buffy said, starting to get mad. She roughly lifted his left arm and showed him the exposed bite mark. "That bite. Xand, because you didn't tell us sooner, you're going to die!"

That did it, he was wide-awake in shock for a while. "Are you serious?"

"We checked the books, Xander," Giles explained, "And they told me about the blood. Yes, it's true. You will die, eventually. It's all in a matter of time."

He looked at Giles, then to Buffy, and eventually to me, his dark eyes pleading that someone tell him that this was some sort of horrible joke.

"Sorry," I said, "I know you wish this were some sort of prank, but I can't tell you anything like that."

He just looked at me horrified. I didn't show it,but Ialso wished that this weren't true. I knew that there wasn't a way out of this, at least that would keep him human. I didn't want to try anything that might kill him right away. I knew that it wouldn't be what he wanted.

He nodded, finally accepting his fate, and asked, "Could someone help me back home, please, I don't think I'll make it on my own."

"Spike, would you do that please, I need to talk to Buffy alone," Giles said.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, acting like I was uninterested in doing this, but I was actually estatic about that. I led Xander out the door while he leaned on me due to his tiredness.

"Spike," he said.

"Yeah?"

"I really appreciate what you're doing for me." He looked at me, a sleepy sort of loving look was in his eyes. "Really. I've also been meaning to tell you....something." He gave me a really cute look.

"And what would that be?"

"I really like you," he said; then he laid his head on my shoulder again.

"Really?" I asked, masking my unnervedness.

"Yeah," he said, raising his head again. "Whoa, got dizzy there."

We stopped so he could lose the dizziness.

"Yeah," he repeated then added, "I mean, I might as well come clean since I'm going to die in God knows how many days." He put his head back down on my shoulder and closed his eyes. He must have really trusted meif he would do that, or that he was extremely tired. I knew he didn't like vampires much, but he did like me, so I didn't know if what he said was true or it was just out of pure tiredness. Which reminded me...

"Xander, how much sleep did you get in the past few days?"

"Uh....less than half a day's worth in a week. Why?"

"Yeah, I would be tired too," I commented.

"It's because I can't exactly breathe when I'm sitting or lying down; I mean, I can sort of breathe when I'm lying down but it's not a whole lot of good." He held another Kleenex to his nose and sneezed. "Ugh, excuse me."

I smiled, but he didn't see. I sighed. He's such a sweet guy when it comes down to it all. He just chooses to be very annoying at times, which is alright, I guess.

Then I felt something warm and wet start absorbing into the fabric around my shoulder. I realized Xander was crying, which was totally understandable. I mean, wouldn't you cry or something like that if you found out that you were going to die?

"Are you ok?" I asked curiously. I tightened the grip I had around his waist a bit more. "Xander, answer me."

"I don't know," he replied after a bit, "I guess. This all is just a lot to handle."

"I would imagine."

"Just promise me one thing, though, if Buffy or Wil or Oz or even Cordelia can't be there for the big moment, You be there at least, ok?"

"Yeah," I told him, "sure."

He smiled as we neared the Harris household. "Would you help me further?" he asked, his hand just barely being able to grasp the doorknob.

"I don't know. If you want me to by chance, sure."

"You can come in, you know that, right?"

Had I known that? I couldn't say for sure. I suppose I might have. But you've also got to concider that he's extremely tired and probably doesn't know what he's saying.

"If that's what you want," I told him.

He gave a tired nod, and I helped him through the door and up to his room.

"Xander?" his mother asked, "Who's with you?"

"Just a friend," he said, tiredly, and he directed me to his room and I figured he wanted the door shut.

And so, I helped him into his bed, and sat beside him while he tried to sleep, but he didn't look too comfotable.

As I decided to leave, he bolted up and started getting violent fits of coughing until they subsided, and caught the attention of myself and his parents.

"What happened?" his mother asked me.

"He's gotten very ill," I told them plainly.

So they decided to go and call 9-1-1 because their son was so tragically ill. Well, when the ambulace arrived, they found that he wasn't breating well, so they gave him mask. Like that would do any good, and the paramedics loaded him up into the ambulance, while I went over to Buffy's to see if she was there yet.

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