Title: Everything's Changed 11/?
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 #328 from Tamingthemuse- Conformity (Probably stretched the definition just a little bit)
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Note 2: it's season 2 of ATS but The Fang gang only consists of Angel, Cordelia and Wesley
When Spike and Xander walked into the hotel it was empty. "Is anyone here?" Xander asked as he set his duffel bag down. He only packed enough clothes for three days so hopefully that was enough.
"Yeah, I hear two heartbeats and I can sense the pouf," Spike said. He then bellowed. "Daddy, I'm home!"
Instantly the downstairs had three extra people. All holding weapons. "What are you doing here, Spike?" Angel growled.
Spike looked at Xander. "Guess the bloody watcher didn't call."
"Looks like," Xander said with a sigh. "If you guys are going to be assholes we'll head back to Sunnydale and you can find this new demon on your own."
"Xander?" Cordelia asked. "What are you doing here?"
Xander looked confused. "You wanted help with the new demon. We're your back up."
"I thought Buffy would come," Angel said, brooding.
"Yeah, right!" Xander snorted. "In case you forgot Sunnydale has its own problems. It trumps yours."
Angel glowered.
"I can understand why Xander is here but why is Spike?" Wesley asked.
"Spike is a good guy now," Xander said, earning him a growl. "Not willingly though. I take it Angel hasn't updated you on Sunnydale news?"
Angel crossed his arms. "I didn't think it concerned them."
"What's going on?" Cordelia demanded to know. "Someone tell me!"
"Still as feisty as ever, eh cheerleader?" Spike leered at Cordelia.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Save it, bleachy. I like my guys with a pulse."
Spike sighed when he didn't get a rise out of her. "Red did mojo beyond her control. Now me and Harris here are bound together. We're stuck together until the day I dust."
Wesley dropped his stake on the floor. "You're bound? How long? You don't hear about vampires being bound to humans very often. Especially unwillingly."
"Yeah, it's fascinating," Spike said sarcastically. "We're having a blast with it."
Wesley frowned at the response.
"We're tired," Xander said apologetically. "Think we could see our rooms?"
"I'll show you," Angel said, taking charge as always. "Wes, Cordy why don't you take the night off and we'll start fresh in the morning. Now that we have… help we'll be able to track this demon and kill it before it hurts anyone else."
Wesley grabbed his jacket and made a hasty retreat. He'd never met Spike but as a watcher he'd heard plenty of stories about him. And even though he knew about the chip, word got around. Without Angel saying a thing he still didn't trust the vampire.
Cordelia grabbed Xander and hugged him. She pulled away when Spike growled at her. "Can it, Spike."
Another growl rumbled in Spike's chest. He didn't know why but he suddenly became protective of the boy. Even though he knew Cordelia wouldn't hurt him he couldn't help it. Bloody bond!
"It's good to see you, Xander," Cordelia said ignoring the growls still coming from Spike. "I've missed you."
Xander smiled. "I've missed you too. Looks like LA has agreed with you."
Cordelia smiled back. "Yeah, who'd have thought I'd be happy basically being poor and working for a broody vampire? Also, you know, being a seer. Exhausting work but we help a lot of people."
"A seer? We have to get together before we leave because I have to know that story," Xander said, intrigued.
"Cordelia, we'll see you tomorrow," Angel said, leaving no room for argument. He didn't want to think of Doyle.
Taking the hint Cordelia waved and made her way out. Maybe Dennis would play a game of cards with her.
"You sure know how to clear a room, Peaches," Spike said with a smirk.
Angel ignored the jab and began walking up the stairs. "You're on floor three, rooms 315 and 316."
"Great! I am beat!" Xander said. He hefted he duffel bag over his shoulder.
Spike took room 315, leaving Xander with 316.
"They're nothing fancy. The hotel is old so the rooms have the exact same décor," Angel explained.
Spike rolled his eyes. Like either Xander or himself cared about the conformity of the rooms. As long as there were drapes and beds who cared. "I just want to get settled. The boy's tired and there are still a couple hours left until sunrise for me to out and drink."
"It's been a while since I've gone out. I think I might join you," Angel said.
Bugger, Spike thought.