Title: Weekend Stuck Together 2/6
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: The girls decide it's time for Spike and Xander to bury the hatchet so the force them to spend a weekend together in hopes that they might get along better
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Plot Bunny by Lady Q: The girls decide it's time for Spike and Xander to bury the hatchet so they force them to spend a weekend together in hopes that they might get along better.
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Part Two
Friday Evening:
"I don't see why I have to be the one to bring Blood Breath his dinner," Xander complained quietly to himself. "Lazy bastard could have come and got it but nooooo he had to go out and kill demons. I can kill demons! I don't know why Buffy didn't ask me to go with."
With a sigh he pushed open the door to Spike's crypt. He set the cooler down beside Spike's "kitchenette". Xander snorted at that, all it was, was a single chair and wobbly table that held a used microwave. The carpenter in Xander wanted to offer to fix the table but the thought of helping out Spike sent chills down his spine. Also Spike would never let him actually do it, he wouldn't trust Xander to do a good job.
Deciding that he wasn't ready to trudge back to his empty apartment Xander decided to look around the crypt. It was in need of a major dusting. A thought crossed his mind, was any of this dust from vampires that were stupid enough to try and take out Spike?
"Plenty of stupid vampires out there but none of them are stupid enough to come here," Spike said, standing in front of his door and startling Xander.
"I said that out loud?" Xander asked moving toward the door. The last thing he wanted was to spend time with Spike. Why would he stay here when he had two-day-old pizza waiting for him at home?
Spike rolled his eyes. "You talk so much half the time you don't even realize you're doing it."
"Haha!" Xander said sarcastically. "Your blood is by the table, you leech." He missed the two finger salute Spike gave him. But when he tried to leave the crypt he was bounced backwards by an invisible barrier. "What the hell?"
"You forget how to walk through a door? Want me to show you?" Spike asked in a condescending way as he tried to walk out the door, only to be tossed back like Xander had. "Bloody hell. What did you do?" He spun around, pointing an accusing finger at Xander.
Xander's mouth dropped open. "Me? Why the hell would I make it so I can't leave the shitty crypt you call home?"
"Neither of you did it." Buffy's voice came from outside the crypt. Her hands were crossed under her chest. "We are tired of you guys fighting so we decided to take matters into our hands."
"Buffy what the hell did you do?" Xander growled and advanced again. If it hadn't been for the barrier Xander would have tackled Buffy to the ground.
Buffy took a step back even though Xander was unable to get to her. She'd never seen him this mad. Not that she could really blame him. "You and Spike are going to be roomies for the next three nights. The spell that Willow cast will end at sunset Sunday evening." She turned to Spike. "And don't even try the tunnels we did that one too."
"You bloody bitch. You wait until I get this chip out. You and the witch will be the first I go after!" Spike's human façade disappeared as his demon came out full force.
"Buffy, you're forgetting one thing. I need to eat. Biteless Wonder doesn't have food." Xander said with a smile of victory.
Buffy shook her head. "We provided plenty of food for you. It's downstairs along with changes of clothes and a blow up mattress."
Realizing he wasn't getting anywhere he pulled out the puppy dog eyes. "Buff, you can't really expect me to stay here for three whole days!"
"You two need to find a way to get along. Three days won't kill either out you," Buffy told them and continued. "And before you think of trying to kill each other, even though Spike can't hurt humans we took all the weapons. You don't have to worry about any demons trying to get in the barrier prevents other demons from getting in. Now you two boys behave. I'll see you later!" She blew Xander a kiss before retreating into the night.
"Well fuck," Spike growled and stomped over to his couch.
Xander sighed and slumped in defeat. He needed to find some new friends who didn't have magical powers to screw with his life. "You can say that again."
While Spike sat on the couch watching some scrambled show on the old television Xander sat slumped on the kitchen chair arms crossed and pouting. He'd steal glances at the TV but all the squiggling lines made his head hurt. Not being able to take the screwed up picture Xander jumped up startling Spike. "Do you have a mental coat hanger?"
"A what?" Spike asked annoyed that Xander interrupted his telly time.
"A coat hanger," Xander said slowly. "You know something you hang your whole one set of clothes on?"
Spike scowled, "I've got more than one set of clothes, pea brain. And yeah there's one downstairs. Why?"
Xander ignored the insult and made his way down the ladder. "I'm gonna fix your television. If I'm stuck here for three days I want to be able to at least see what's on!"
"Just don't go touching any of my stuff!" Spike yelled down to him. He stood there listening to make sure Xander didn't touch anything else.
Minutes later Xander climbed back up and began twisting and turning the hanger until it was to his liking. He then moved behind the TV stand and starting fiddling. Things got unplugged and unscrewed until the picture went completely dead almost sending Spike into a rage, until the picture came back on clearer than before.
"How'd you do that?" Spike said with awe. He stepped closer to the television touching the screen.
"A little trick I learned in the basement of doom." Xander shrugged and went back to his rickety chair.
Spike looked between the television and Xander. "Still hate you, you know."
"Feeling's mutual, blood breath," Xander replied and ignored Spike.
"Where the hell are you going now?" Spike barked as Xander made his way over to the ladder.
"I'm hungry. I want to see what the girls brought for me," Xander answered and climbed down the ladder. Spike followed after him. "I'm not going to steal anything. You don't have anything worth taking."
Spike glared. "You think your shit don't stink. Hate to burst your bubble but you're not better than me."
"I'm not the killer here, Spike. So yeah, I do think I'm better than you," Xander said as he ransacked the grocery bags. "Grr… they trap me in here with a stupid vampire and they don't even give me Twinkies!"
"I'm not the only killer here, pet." Spike said grounding out the words. "Who's the one that's been hunting and killing demons the last five years? Your hands aren't clean. Not by a long bloody shot."
Xander swung around. "Demons are evil! The people you killed? The people Angelus, Drusilla and Darla killed? They were innocent and good people. They had family and friends that loved and cared about them. Jesse's parents still think he ran away! They'll never know that he is dead. Do you know how many times I tried to tell them? To tell them that their only son was a vampire and that I'm the one that staked him?" Xander was in Spike's face yelling. "They will never have that closure!"
"So you go killing every demon in sight. You think if you kill the things that go bump in the bloody night that you'll be able to wash his blood off your hands?" Spike asked with a sneer. "That doesn't make you better than me. You're all about revenge. At least I know what I am and I accept that. Maybe you should accept that you're a hypocrite; a killer is a killer. There is no difference between the two of us." He turned and left Xander standing there.
Spike didn't see Xander again until he went down to sleep. The sun was only a few hours away and it had been a long night being stuck with Xander. He looked over to see Xander huddled under a thick blanket Buffy and Willow were nice enough to provide for him. Spike had an urge to kick the blow up mattress to wake Xander up and tell him to go upstairs so he could have some privacy but he knew if he did that Xander would purposely stick around and keep him awake. "Wanker," Spike spit out and stripped down naked and climbed into his bed. A sigh escaped his lips and he fell into a well-deserved slumber.