OK… I do NOT own these characters… though I wish I owned Xander :O)
This fic is rate R for rape and other forms of violence. It begins just as a recap of "Seeing Red"… only with a few modifications. Let me know what you think so far so I can continue.
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The doctor enters quietly, gazing down at her chart. A police office follows, pad of paper in hand. He is already jotting down information about her appearance. She stares into his chest rather than looking him in the eye. She is lost in her thoughts, her painful memories. She hasn't showered yet and all she can feel is filth.
Xander's hand, which has been resting on her shoulder since the entered the room, begins caressing in a circular motion. She snaps back to the present and glances over at him. The officer begins with his questions… Who? When? Where? The questions seem to be jumbled into one. She can't remember all of the details. She can still feel him… feel everything he did, but she can't remember exactly what happened.
The officer finishes with his questions and steps out into the hallway. She watches him leave, each step he takes. She is watching but not really paying attention. The doctor is talking but she doesn't hear him. She is still lost in reflection.
Xander's arm slips away from her and she, again, is back. The doctor is telling her to lie back while he examines her. She stares in confusion at first and then obeys when Xander helps her, gently leads her back to the sterile, white sheets. He holds her hand in his, wishing he could acquire even just a touch of her pain. He turns his face away as the doctor begins his examination. Buffy's hold on him grows increasingly tense. He strokes the back of her hand with his thumb ever so gently. Xander hears a sigh so mild that it appears that the doctor didn't even hear it.
He stares down at her, flaming hatred for Spike fuming inside of him. He wants nothing more than to make Spike feel the immense physical and emotional pain that Buffy is feeling. Her brow is furrowed as her lower lip disappears beneath the shelter of upper one.
"You ok?" he asks her with a kind squeeze.
She doesn't speak to him… she can't. She still can't bring herself to face the reality of this. Her head bobs in a tired, insecure fashion as the doctor is finished with his exam. She sits up immediately and feels Xander's warm touch on her back. Right now he is her only support… all she has to turn to.
The doctor begins speaking now. She makes observations, memorizing the wisps of gray in his hair. His laugh lines are beginning to show permanently through age. His stomach swells slightly and his hands fall at his sides, the chart dangling in his left hand.
Xander takes a seat back on the bed and Buffy feels the mattress reduce on her left side and she leans into him. His arm is around her again, comforting her, as she allows her weight to fall into him.
The doctor's voice is deep and sympathetic as he speaks to her.
"I'd like for you to stay the night to check for any internal injuries. The bruise on your back from the bathtub is pretty severe and I'd just like to be sure".
Buffy hesitates at these words, not quite knowing how to respond. She doesn't want to spend another minute in this place, let alone the night. Her mouth hangs open as her eyes fall to the sheets in front of her. She doesn't want say that she's fine with this but she isn't quite ready to face her friends and sister yet either.
Noticing her mental debate, the aging man speaks up again, "You're friend can stay with you if you'd like".
Buffy rotates her head in Xander's direction, refraining from looking at him.
"I… um…. I don't-"
"Buffy, please… it's just to make sure you're ok. I'll stay with you… I want to".
Now she looks over at him as he stares back with a mildly concerned expression. His hand has come to rest on her knee, where she now gazes down at, observing the hint of calices beginning on his finger tips from his hard days of construction work.
"Sure… I guess," she utters finally, after a few long moments.
"I'll have them bring in a bed for you soon," states the doctor as he turns and departs back out into the increasingly busy ER hallways.
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The chair at her bedside is soft and indented in the middle. It appears to be worn and old, full of heartache. His eyes shift from the tired old chair to Buffy's smooth, cream-colored skin. Her eyes are closed and breaths are coming slow and calm. He wonders what she is dreaming of and hopes this is her escape. He hopes, for her sake, that the haven of her dreams is enough to protect her from the hell and agony that is life.
One hand is tucked under her cheek a she rests, while the other stares to him invitingly. He takes her hand in his and, for now, she is not the slayer. She is not a super hero that save the world everyday. She is not even stronger than him. Right now she is just his friend… who he loves.
He brings his head forward to come to a rest on the small steal railing of her bed. Her hand is small and warm. Her skin is soft as her raises her hand to meet his lips. He is praying for her. Pray that she will recover from this and from the torture that comes with being the slayer.
Xander has so many thoughts racing through his mind right then and is shocked when they collaborate and fall on Dawn. He had forgotten to call her and let her know that everything was fine. He hadn't even thought of what he would say… certainly not the truth. He had promised Buffy that he would keep her secret and he intended to keep his promise.
As he lifted the phone in the hallway from it's handle he gathered his thoughts and decided on the simplest excuse.
"Yeah, Dawnie? What are you still doing up? Get to bed!….
Yeah, we're hunting this big, scary, demon-y thing…
It's gonna be a while do just let Willow know and then get to bed, ok? Alight, G'night."
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Ok, what do you guys think? Should I continue? This was pretty much just a review of 'Seeing Red' with a few changes and additions. I have many ideas and would love to share this B/X fic with you guys if you want.
This fic is rate R for rape and other forms of violence. It begins just as a recap of "Seeing Red"… only with a few modifications. Let me know what you think so far so I can continue.
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The doctor enters quietly, gazing down at her chart. A police office follows, pad of paper in hand. He is already jotting down information about her appearance. She stares into his chest rather than looking him in the eye. She is lost in her thoughts, her painful memories. She hasn't showered yet and all she can feel is filth.
Xander's hand, which has been resting on her shoulder since the entered the room, begins caressing in a circular motion. She snaps back to the present and glances over at him. The officer begins with his questions… Who? When? Where? The questions seem to be jumbled into one. She can't remember all of the details. She can still feel him… feel everything he did, but she can't remember exactly what happened.
The officer finishes with his questions and steps out into the hallway. She watches him leave, each step he takes. She is watching but not really paying attention. The doctor is talking but she doesn't hear him. She is still lost in reflection.
Xander's arm slips away from her and she, again, is back. The doctor is telling her to lie back while he examines her. She stares in confusion at first and then obeys when Xander helps her, gently leads her back to the sterile, white sheets. He holds her hand in his, wishing he could acquire even just a touch of her pain. He turns his face away as the doctor begins his examination. Buffy's hold on him grows increasingly tense. He strokes the back of her hand with his thumb ever so gently. Xander hears a sigh so mild that it appears that the doctor didn't even hear it.
He stares down at her, flaming hatred for Spike fuming inside of him. He wants nothing more than to make Spike feel the immense physical and emotional pain that Buffy is feeling. Her brow is furrowed as her lower lip disappears beneath the shelter of upper one.
"You ok?" he asks her with a kind squeeze.
She doesn't speak to him… she can't. She still can't bring herself to face the reality of this. Her head bobs in a tired, insecure fashion as the doctor is finished with his exam. She sits up immediately and feels Xander's warm touch on her back. Right now he is her only support… all she has to turn to.
The doctor begins speaking now. She makes observations, memorizing the wisps of gray in his hair. His laugh lines are beginning to show permanently through age. His stomach swells slightly and his hands fall at his sides, the chart dangling in his left hand.
Xander takes a seat back on the bed and Buffy feels the mattress reduce on her left side and she leans into him. His arm is around her again, comforting her, as she allows her weight to fall into him.
The doctor's voice is deep and sympathetic as he speaks to her.
"I'd like for you to stay the night to check for any internal injuries. The bruise on your back from the bathtub is pretty severe and I'd just like to be sure".
Buffy hesitates at these words, not quite knowing how to respond. She doesn't want to spend another minute in this place, let alone the night. Her mouth hangs open as her eyes fall to the sheets in front of her. She doesn't want say that she's fine with this but she isn't quite ready to face her friends and sister yet either.
Noticing her mental debate, the aging man speaks up again, "You're friend can stay with you if you'd like".
Buffy rotates her head in Xander's direction, refraining from looking at him.
"I… um…. I don't-"
"Buffy, please… it's just to make sure you're ok. I'll stay with you… I want to".
Now she looks over at him as he stares back with a mildly concerned expression. His hand has come to rest on her knee, where she now gazes down at, observing the hint of calices beginning on his finger tips from his hard days of construction work.
"Sure… I guess," she utters finally, after a few long moments.
"I'll have them bring in a bed for you soon," states the doctor as he turns and departs back out into the increasingly busy ER hallways.
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The chair at her bedside is soft and indented in the middle. It appears to be worn and old, full of heartache. His eyes shift from the tired old chair to Buffy's smooth, cream-colored skin. Her eyes are closed and breaths are coming slow and calm. He wonders what she is dreaming of and hopes this is her escape. He hopes, for her sake, that the haven of her dreams is enough to protect her from the hell and agony that is life.
One hand is tucked under her cheek a she rests, while the other stares to him invitingly. He takes her hand in his and, for now, she is not the slayer. She is not a super hero that save the world everyday. She is not even stronger than him. Right now she is just his friend… who he loves.
He brings his head forward to come to a rest on the small steal railing of her bed. Her hand is small and warm. Her skin is soft as her raises her hand to meet his lips. He is praying for her. Pray that she will recover from this and from the torture that comes with being the slayer.
Xander has so many thoughts racing through his mind right then and is shocked when they collaborate and fall on Dawn. He had forgotten to call her and let her know that everything was fine. He hadn't even thought of what he would say… certainly not the truth. He had promised Buffy that he would keep her secret and he intended to keep his promise.
As he lifted the phone in the hallway from it's handle he gathered his thoughts and decided on the simplest excuse.
"Yeah, Dawnie? What are you still doing up? Get to bed!….
Yeah, we're hunting this big, scary, demon-y thing…
It's gonna be a while do just let Willow know and then get to bed, ok? Alight, G'night."
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Ok, what do you guys think? Should I continue? This was pretty much just a review of 'Seeing Red' with a few changes and additions. I have many ideas and would love to share this B/X fic with you guys if you want.