Title: Spike to the Rescue 4/?
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 #437 from tamingthemuse- Relocate

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

The grocery store was packed for a Wednesday night. It almost seemed like everyone in town was there. It was then that Spike realized it was Thanksgiving the next day. Spike looked at the bills he had taken from Xander's bedroom. One twenty and a fifty. He made a decision and pushed his way through the crowd in the direction he thought the turkeys would be. Xander was going to have a Thanksgiving supper fit for a king. Spike had some work to do.

When Spike managed to push his way to the turkeys he saw that there was only one left. He lunged for it and picked it up in his arms. Spike was then smacked in the head with a cane from an elderly woman who had a scowl on her face.

"That turkey is mine!" She barked at Spike. "Put it in my cart," she ordered.

Spike stared down at the little old lady his mouth hanging open. Had this old bint really just smacked him with her can? "What?"

The lady's eyes narrowed when Spike didn't do as she said. "Put the turkey in my cart. I don't have all night."

Spike tightened his hold on the turkey. "Bugger off you old bag."

The old lady looked as if that was the first time anyone had ever told her off before. She gained her composure and tried to take the turkey from Spike.

Spike had enough of this. He had an injured human at home that needed to be taken care of. So Spike did what any neutered vampire would do. He showed fang, leaned in close and said, "If you don't back off your family will be finding your body until Christmas!"

The woman just about had a heart attack. Her hands gripped the cart handle tightly making her arthritis act up. Without another word she turned her cart around and walked away as quickly as she could.

Spike grinned. He was still the big bad. Realizing that he was going to need a cart he headed to the front of the store to grab one. The turkey was safely stuck to his chest.

Spike had been gone for an hour and Xander was hurting. He trusted that Spike was going to come back but that didn't stop the pain. Deciding that the couch wasn't doing him any good Xander thought that relocating to the bedroom would be for the best. Fifteen minutes later Xander was propped up in his bed with one of the comic books Spike had placed on his nightstand for easy access.

Three comic books later Xander heard the front door open.

"Oi, pet, where are you?" Spike called out.

"Bedroom," Xander called back. He set the X-men comic book down and waited for Spike to come in.

After a few minutes of banging around Spike popped his head in to the bedroom. His hair was a mess and he looked exhausted. "You all right, Xan?"

"Hey. Yeah, I'm just sore. Thought the bed would be more comfy," Xander explained.

Spike nodded in agreement. "Makes sense. I have those pills for you." He pulled the bottle out of his pocket, opened it and took one out. "You take one every six hours." He handed it to Xander who swallowed it dry.

"Thanks," Xander said with a smile. "How did shopping go? You kinda look like hell."

"I don't want to talk about it," Spike said with a sniff. "I did manage to get you a turkey though!"

Xander looked absolutely confused. "Why?"

"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving," Spike informed him. "You want to go back into the living room or do you want to stay in here?"

"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving?" Xander said sounding shocked. He pushed himself into a sitting position. Spike helped him up. "And you bought a turkey?"

Spike helped Xander to the couch. "Of course. That's what you do right? You did it last year with the others."

"That was my first Thanksgiving," Xander confessed. "And it really wasn't that great."

"Oh, yeah, the syphilis," Spike remembered. "This year will be better. Just you and me."

Xander couldn't help but smile that would be better. But he'd never tell the girls that. "Do you know how to cook a turkey?"

Spike looked offended. "Of course I do! Dru loved turkey. We had one every Christmas with all the trimmings. And this year so are you. You'll have meals for days and there are plenty of things you can do with turkey."

"That sounds… amazing," Xander confessed. "And you're willing to do all that for me?"

"It's not that big of deal," Spike said with a shrug.

Xander pulled Spike down onto the couch and held his hand. "Yeah, it kind of is. My parents never did that for me."

"Your parents are a bunch of drunken idiots," Spike said softly. "They don't deserve you." Spike stopped himself from saying 'But I do.'

Xander stopped himself from leaning in to kiss Spike. Instead he squeezed Spike's hand. "Thanks, Spike." He knew he'd been saying that a lot lately but he needed Spike to know he was appreciated. Xander thought if he kissed Spike then he would definitely know but that thought excited and terrified Xander. Hopefully the excitement would trump being terrified because Xander really wanted to know what Spike's lips felt like.