Title: Have a Nice Trip
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Xander sprains his ankle.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Prompt #509 from tamingthemuse- Elastic
Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
"Please put me down, Spike, it's just a sprained ankle," Xander said as Spike continued to carry him up the five flights of stairs to their appointment. "It's not broken, if it was the doctor would have put plaster on it instead of just putting an elastic bandage on in."
"I know the difference between a break and a sprain, whelp," Spike replied with a roll of his eyes. "The doc also told you to stay off of it."
Xander moaned in embarrassment when he heard Mrs. Davis open her door just as they were passing by. "Hello, Mrs. Davis."
Mrs. Davis's mouth twitch in amusement. "Hello Alexander, William. Did you two get married and not invite me?" she asked.
"No, I had an accident," Xander said blushing.
Mrs. Davis looked at his foot and frowned. "Are you all right? What happened?"
"I'm all right. I slipped and twisted my ankle. Will here is just being overly cautious," Xander explained.
"Can't be too cautious. If you don't do what the doc says you won't be going to work on Monday," Spike informed him. "It was lovely seeing you, Mrs. Davis but my bundle here is a wee on the heavy side."
"Hey!" Xander said insulted. Spike was going to pay for that.
Mrs. Davis waved them by and continued on her way. She had a list of things she needed to get done and the list was all in her head.
Two more floors and Spike and Xander would be home. Then Spike could make sure Xander was comfortable on the couch with his foot elevated and a bag of frozen peas that have been in the freezer since before he even moved in with Xander. Xander didn't even eat peas.
"I can't believe you called me fat," Xander accused as Spike gently set him down. "I'm not fat, it's all muscle, buddy!"
Spike walked in from the kitchen bag of peas in hand. "I said you were heavy, not fat." He carefully placed it on Xander's ankle. "And you sound like a woman all self-conscious about her weight."
"Jerk," Xander muttered. "Why do these things always happen to me?"
"Anyone could have chased after a fledge and slipped on a banana peel." Spike had no idea how he successful said that without laughing. Because when it happened he laughed hard, to the point of falling onto the ground. It was only when he realized that Xander was hurt that it wasn't funny anymore. As quick as he was on the knees he was on his feet and got Xander to the emergency room.
Xander sighed and leaned his head against the back of the couch. "Can we tell the others something else happened? They'll never let me live it down if they knew the truth."
Spike sat down next to Xander and kissed him on the side of the mouth. "Course we can. I haven't told a lie in at least a week. I'm overdue really."
"I never thought lying would be an attractive trait," Xander laughed.
"That's because I've corrupted you," Spike purred happily. It didn't actually take as much effort as he had thought. It made him love Xander even more.
The End