Title: Blood Money 7/9

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: S/X

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon

Comments: Always welcomed!

Summary: Spike went to England after fighting off Wolfram and Hart to stand with the Scooby gang minus Xander. After realizing he didn't belong there anymore Spike moved to Boston only to find Xander. What is Xander doing in Boston and why did he abandon his friends?

Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part Seven

It only took Spike seven minutes to get from his place to Sinners. He rushed into the alley the music from inside vibrating his body. Xander was slumped against the wall, his phone in his slack hand. The blood had stopped and was now clotting. His limp cock was still hanging out.

First Spike tucked Xander away while he restrained himself from leaning in and licking up what blood was drying. "Xander? Xander, wake up." Spike lightly shook Xander by the shoulders. The only response he received was a low moan. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get Xander to the hospital before he died Spike did the only thing he could. He bit into his wrist and held it up against Xander's mouth. Xander tried to struggle away but Spike was persistent. He petted Xander's hair with his free hand. "It's okay. Just a little bit," Spike cooed.

Giving up, Xander swallowed two mouthfuls before Spike pulled away and picked Xander up carefully. "You just hold on, Xan."

Spike carried Xander five blocks to Massachusetts General Hospital. The doors slid open, notifying the nurse at the front desk.

The pudgy woman, with a name tag of Peggy rushed over to Spike and Xander all the while yelling, "Gurney!"

Two men appeared out of nowhere with a gurney, wrestled Xander out from Spike's grip, placed him on the gurney and hurried off.

"Sir. Sir, please tell me what happened." The nurse placed a hand on Spike's arm trying to calm him down.

"I don't know. Xander phoned me and told me he needed help. When I got to him he was barely conscious and had two puncture wounds on his neck," Spike explained, going for ninety percent of the truth. Of course he knew what caused the puncture wounds. "Help him."

The nurse nodded sympathetically. "We've had wounds like this before. The only way we can help him is if we know his blood type."

"A positive," Spike replied quickly.

The nurse asked Spike to take a seat handing him forms for more information on Xander before going back to check on Xander. She had no doubt he would be all right. They had plenty of cases like this. Xander was lucky he had a friend who got him to the hospital so quickly.

Spike filled out the forms as best as he could. Once again he thought about phoning London. What if Xander wasn't okay? What if he had been too late? Shaking his head, Spike knew he was being ridiculous. He gave Xander some of his blood; that alone would help. Xander was even looking better when they reached the hospital. Maybe when Xander was better he could convince him to phone his friends. Let them know that he was still alive.

With an unneeded breath Spike had to fight with the guilt. If he hadn't stormed out of Xander's place and avoided him the last few days maybe this would have never happened.

Two hours and seven minutes later (not that Spike was counting) the doctor came out, a smile on his face. "Are you here with Alexander?" he asked Spike.

"Yes, is he all right?" Spike asked as he stood up.

"He will be fine; he'll be tired the next few days, though. I also recommend that Alexander take a few days off work until he is feeling better," the doctor suggested.

"Trust me, we'll be having a chat," Spike promised. "Can I see him?"

"Yes, but before you do I want to speak with you." The doctor looked concerned.

Spike frowned. "I thought you said he was okay."

The doctor nodded. "Alexander is, but to give him the blood transfusion we had to remove his shirt. I was shocked to see that he had multiple scars that look like the puncture wounds you brought him in for. I am just assuming but I think either he is doing it to himself or he is having someone do it to him."

"Yeah, figured that out for myself, doc," Spike replied.

"He needs help," the doctor continued. "I've got half a mind to put him on suicide watch."

"Let me talk to him before you do anything, yeah? Maybe I can talk some sense into him," Spike said suddenly scared. "We just reconnected and he's been on his own for a few years. He probably just needs someone."

The doctor sighed, "All right. But I don't want him alone for the next couple days. If you can't stay with him then I'm afraid I will have no option then to put him on suicide watch."

"I won't be letting him out of my sight, trust me," Spike replied.

With his trust in Spike's hands the doctor nodded and had Spike follow him to the room where Xander was resting. "He can leave in a couple hours. I just want to evaluate Alexander before releasing him."

Xander turned his head when he heard the door open. He saw Spike peek his head in before walking in. "You all right?" Spike asked.

Xander nodded. "Yeah, weak but I'm fine. Thanks for the save."

Spike blew up. "How fucking stupid are you? First you have this insane way to make money but at least you had a half-arsed plan to keep yourself safe. Why the bloody hell did you let yourself almost get killed?"

"I wasn't trying to get myself killed. It was just supposed to be fun. The vamp knew who I was and knew the rules. He just got over-eager," Xander explained.

Spike snorted. Was Xander really defending the vampire that left him for dead with his dick hanging out? "Really? 'Cause I think you've been trying to kill yourself the last three years," Spike stated.

"What are you talking about? I like being bit. You've seen it first hand," Xander said with a snort, dismissing Spike's notion.

Spike shook his head at Xander's denial. "Just because you like it doesn't mean what I'm saying isn't true."

"Look Spike, I appreciate the save but I'm tired and want to sleep until I get out of here."

"You rest, Xan. I'll be here when you wake up. We'll have plenty of time to talk since I am officially your babysitter," Spike replied as he sat down. He left no room for argument.