Title: Everything's Changed 10/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Willow has done a spell now Spike and Xander are bound together. What trials will they face?
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5ish
Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Prompt #327 from Tamingthemuse- Rough

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

It had been rough but Xander was finally able to block out most of Spike's thoughts. Every once in a while one would slip past but he was getting a hang of dealing with them. Spike was also glad Xander was getting a hold of it because he was having a hard time not thinking of stuff he didn't want Xander knowing about. Especially his human life and the early years as a vampire.

"Ah Xander, Spike. I'm glad you're here," Giles said with a smile as they walked into the Magic Box.

"Uh oh," Xander said. "He's happy to see us. That's never good."

Spike snorted in agreement. Anytime the watcher was happy to see him that meant trouble for him.

"Now really, Xander. I'm always happy to see you," Giles replied.

"But not me, Watcher, so why don't you just tell us what you want," Spike said with narrowed eyes.

Giles cleared his throat and took his eye glasses off to clean them. Neither a good sign. "It appears there is a demon in L.A that Angel and the others are having problem dealing with. Angel phoned and asked if it were possible for us to assist them."

"What exactly does that have to do with us?" Xander asked warily.

"Well obviously Buffy can't do it. Not only because it would be awkward for her and Angel but because her responsibilities are here. Also, we need Willow in case something does happen. As for me, I am training Buffy again. So that leaves the two of you."

Xander's jaw dropped. "We have to deal with Deadboy? Giles!" His whine made Spike wince.

"Great the pouf. We just keep getting the shit end of the bloody stick," Spike moaned.

"Really, you are both acting like children," Giles scowled. He was given glares by both of them. "Look, Angel needs help and you two are the only ones who can assist him."

With a sigh of defeat Xander turned to Spike. "Look on the bright side. We get to get off the hellmouth for a couple days."

"Out of the frying pan into the bloody fire," Spike muttered.

Xander held onto the dashboard as Spike sped down the freeway towards L.A. "Spike, can you please slow down? I know I'm a fast healer now but I don't want to find out how fast from a fucking car accident!"

Spike pulled his Doc off the gas slightly. "No need to get pissy. I just want to get there so we can go home."

"I can second that but I'd like to get back there in one piece," Xander replied. He managed to pry his fingers from the dashboard.

"Sorry," Spike mumbled. "Just not looking forward to seeing Angel is all."

Xander turned his head to look at Spike. "You think he's still mad about the hot pokers?"

Spike barked out a laugh at a vision of Angel hanging from chains with pokers sticking out of his chest. Good times. "Yeah. Also I know he is going to be an ass about this bonding thing."

"Oh God… This doesn't mean I'm related to Angel now does it?" Xander felt queasy.

"No, pet, you are not related to him. You're the lucky one," Spike said.

"How about this? If he starts being an ass… okay when he starts being an ass you take a swing at him. He isn't human so it shouldn't set off the chip. The soul doesn't matter does it?" Xander questioned.

Xander wasn't the smartest person Spike had ever met but he did on occasion have good ideas. "Don't rightly know. Guess there is only one way to find out." Spike pulled over in front of a building. "Angel Investigations," Spike read aloud with a snort.

"This should be easy. In and out," Xander said sounding more confident then he felt.

"Yeah, pet, easy," Spike said and got out of the car.