For Disclaimers see first part also, I have been toying with adding Buffy
to this fic and am now doing so. For those who don't know, the characters
from Buffy the Vampire Slayer don't belong to me either.
A/N: This story takes place after Spike gets the chip but before getting his soul.
Chapter 3
Monday, December 9, 2003 5:10 p.m. Xander Harris' Apartment Sunnydale, California
The third floor apartment belonging to Xander Harris was filled with the sounds of a fierce battle. A young man in his early twenties with shoulder length shaggy brown hair was fighting for his life. His body was covered is sweat, grime and the blood from the numerous cuts covering his body. His opponent was a man with bleached blond hair and a face straight out of a B-grade horror movie. His brow was covered in ridges, his eyes were glowing an unearthly yellow and his mouth sported a set of monstrous fangs. Though it was obvious that the vampire was winning, the young man refused to give in.
Just as the vampire was preparing to once again attack the tiring young man, the sharp ringing of a telephone jolted the combatants apart. The vampire steps back and says, "Why don't I get that for you, pet. Jus' sit down an rest a mo'."
"Thanks, Spike. I'll just lay down and die o.k.?" With a heart-felt sigh, Xander collapsed to the floor and tries to convince his body that he was just joking and really does want to keep on living. He knew that he had to learn to fight if he wanted to survive and there was no one in the world who could teach him better than his lovers. He just wished that it wasn't so hard for him learn. Trying to relax, he closed his eyes and remembered what had brought him to this point.
One year ago, he had died when one of his father's beatings went a little too far. He woke up on the floor of his parent's basement, covered in his own blood and with the knowledge that he had died. Fearing that he had become a vampire, zombie, or some other creature of the night, he went out to find a demon to kill him. He didn't know why he wasn't having evil thoughts or thirsting for people's blood but figured it was just a matter of time and he refused to become another mess that Buffy had to clean up. That was how Spike found him hours later, wandering the cemeteries at night covered in blood. He may as well have hung a sign over his head saying 'Free All-You-Can-Eat Buffet'.
It took Spike several hours of cajoling and the threat of calling Giles before Xander was willing to go with Spike to Angel's old apartment. Once there, Spike got him cleaned up and calmed down but, only after he made Spike promise to stake him if he suddenly went evil. Spike then broke out the whiskey and proceeded to get Xander drunk enough to tell him what was wrong.
The next night, Spike took Xander to Angel in LA in the hope that he could help. It was only with the assistance of Wesley, Angel's friend and employee, that they were able to figure out what had happened. Before going to work for Angel, Wesley had been a watcher trained to help the chosen slayer. He told Xander that there was another branch of watchers who record the lives of immortals, beings who could live forever as long as they never lost their head. He then got them in touch with a watcher that he knew named Adam Pierson. It turned out that Adam was really Methos, an immortal who was over five thousand years old. Methos had recently had a falling out with a fellow immortal, Duncan MacLeod, and was eager to get away. Two days later, Methos showed up. As soon as he was introduced to Spike and Xander he agreed to become Xander's teacher.
The three men knew immediately that their lives were about to change forever. They immediately felt drawn to each other and quickly formed a relationship. It was as if fate had stepped in and given them a chance to finally know happiness in their lives.
The slamming of the phone brought Xander back to the present. Before he knew what was goin on Spike had jerked him up off of the floor and pushed him toward the bathroom. "Hurry up and take a shower, pet. I'll pack our bags."
"Huh? What bags? Spike what's going on?"
"The old man called, he needs our help."
Without another word, Xander stopped fighting Spike and rushed to do as he had been told.
Monday, December 9, 2003 7:00 p.m. I-15 East Nevada
The quiet of the night was disrupted by the roar of a DeSoto speeding down the interstate. The blacked out windows hiding the passengers from view. Xander was huddled in the passenger seat, eyes closed, mumbling prayers under his breath.
"Pet, relax. It's not like 'm gonna crash and even if I did, s'not like it'll kill ya."
Xander peeked out from under tightly clenched eyelids. Seeing Spike once again swerve between two semi's he quickly reclosed his eyes and whimpered. "I know that. But, I'm not all that eager to check it out."
Spike glanced over at his passenger and a soft smile spread across his features. He then reached across the seat and pulled his young love across the seat to cuddle against his side. He then began purring and running a soothing hand along his back. After several minutes, Xander finally began to relax against his side. Spike could almost feel the wheels turning in Xander's head and knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back his questions for much longer. He was proved correct a minute later.
"So, where are we going?" Xander asked brightly, doing a complete turnaround from his earlier terror.
"We've been on the road for two hours and you're just asking that?" Spike asked with a chuckle. Seeing the glare on Xander's face he decided that now was not the time to tease his gullible lover, "Heading to Denver."
"Isn't that where Methos' friend Ezra lives?"
"Yep, seems somethin' big's goin' down. S'got the old man really upset." The worry in Spike's voice was almost palpable. He had never known their lover to allow anything upset him to the point where it was obvious to other people. Usually, he kept his emotions under tight control only allowing others to see him as calm and unflappable. "Don't see why he left in the first place."
"You know he missed his friends. When MacLeod called wanting to see him, how could he turn it down?"
"He should have stayed here with us. Not gone off to see the bloody prick that turned his back on him."
Not having an argument for Spike's words, Xander simply laid down on the seat with his head in Spike's lap and went to sleep.
Monday, December 10, 2003 3:00 a.m. I - 70 East Denver, Colorado
Seeing the 'Welcome to Denver' sign up ahead, Spike let out a relieved sigh and stopped running his fingers through Xander's hair in order to wake him up. "Xan. Pet. Wake up."
"Huh? Where are we?" Xander asked groggily as he struggled to wake up.
"Just got to Denver, Pet. We'll be with our mate in a few minutes."
TBC
A/N: This story takes place after Spike gets the chip but before getting his soul.
Chapter 3
Monday, December 9, 2003 5:10 p.m. Xander Harris' Apartment Sunnydale, California
The third floor apartment belonging to Xander Harris was filled with the sounds of a fierce battle. A young man in his early twenties with shoulder length shaggy brown hair was fighting for his life. His body was covered is sweat, grime and the blood from the numerous cuts covering his body. His opponent was a man with bleached blond hair and a face straight out of a B-grade horror movie. His brow was covered in ridges, his eyes were glowing an unearthly yellow and his mouth sported a set of monstrous fangs. Though it was obvious that the vampire was winning, the young man refused to give in.
Just as the vampire was preparing to once again attack the tiring young man, the sharp ringing of a telephone jolted the combatants apart. The vampire steps back and says, "Why don't I get that for you, pet. Jus' sit down an rest a mo'."
"Thanks, Spike. I'll just lay down and die o.k.?" With a heart-felt sigh, Xander collapsed to the floor and tries to convince his body that he was just joking and really does want to keep on living. He knew that he had to learn to fight if he wanted to survive and there was no one in the world who could teach him better than his lovers. He just wished that it wasn't so hard for him learn. Trying to relax, he closed his eyes and remembered what had brought him to this point.
One year ago, he had died when one of his father's beatings went a little too far. He woke up on the floor of his parent's basement, covered in his own blood and with the knowledge that he had died. Fearing that he had become a vampire, zombie, or some other creature of the night, he went out to find a demon to kill him. He didn't know why he wasn't having evil thoughts or thirsting for people's blood but figured it was just a matter of time and he refused to become another mess that Buffy had to clean up. That was how Spike found him hours later, wandering the cemeteries at night covered in blood. He may as well have hung a sign over his head saying 'Free All-You-Can-Eat Buffet'.
It took Spike several hours of cajoling and the threat of calling Giles before Xander was willing to go with Spike to Angel's old apartment. Once there, Spike got him cleaned up and calmed down but, only after he made Spike promise to stake him if he suddenly went evil. Spike then broke out the whiskey and proceeded to get Xander drunk enough to tell him what was wrong.
The next night, Spike took Xander to Angel in LA in the hope that he could help. It was only with the assistance of Wesley, Angel's friend and employee, that they were able to figure out what had happened. Before going to work for Angel, Wesley had been a watcher trained to help the chosen slayer. He told Xander that there was another branch of watchers who record the lives of immortals, beings who could live forever as long as they never lost their head. He then got them in touch with a watcher that he knew named Adam Pierson. It turned out that Adam was really Methos, an immortal who was over five thousand years old. Methos had recently had a falling out with a fellow immortal, Duncan MacLeod, and was eager to get away. Two days later, Methos showed up. As soon as he was introduced to Spike and Xander he agreed to become Xander's teacher.
The three men knew immediately that their lives were about to change forever. They immediately felt drawn to each other and quickly formed a relationship. It was as if fate had stepped in and given them a chance to finally know happiness in their lives.
The slamming of the phone brought Xander back to the present. Before he knew what was goin on Spike had jerked him up off of the floor and pushed him toward the bathroom. "Hurry up and take a shower, pet. I'll pack our bags."
"Huh? What bags? Spike what's going on?"
"The old man called, he needs our help."
Without another word, Xander stopped fighting Spike and rushed to do as he had been told.
Monday, December 9, 2003 7:00 p.m. I-15 East Nevada
The quiet of the night was disrupted by the roar of a DeSoto speeding down the interstate. The blacked out windows hiding the passengers from view. Xander was huddled in the passenger seat, eyes closed, mumbling prayers under his breath.
"Pet, relax. It's not like 'm gonna crash and even if I did, s'not like it'll kill ya."
Xander peeked out from under tightly clenched eyelids. Seeing Spike once again swerve between two semi's he quickly reclosed his eyes and whimpered. "I know that. But, I'm not all that eager to check it out."
Spike glanced over at his passenger and a soft smile spread across his features. He then reached across the seat and pulled his young love across the seat to cuddle against his side. He then began purring and running a soothing hand along his back. After several minutes, Xander finally began to relax against his side. Spike could almost feel the wheels turning in Xander's head and knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back his questions for much longer. He was proved correct a minute later.
"So, where are we going?" Xander asked brightly, doing a complete turnaround from his earlier terror.
"We've been on the road for two hours and you're just asking that?" Spike asked with a chuckle. Seeing the glare on Xander's face he decided that now was not the time to tease his gullible lover, "Heading to Denver."
"Isn't that where Methos' friend Ezra lives?"
"Yep, seems somethin' big's goin' down. S'got the old man really upset." The worry in Spike's voice was almost palpable. He had never known their lover to allow anything upset him to the point where it was obvious to other people. Usually, he kept his emotions under tight control only allowing others to see him as calm and unflappable. "Don't see why he left in the first place."
"You know he missed his friends. When MacLeod called wanting to see him, how could he turn it down?"
"He should have stayed here with us. Not gone off to see the bloody prick that turned his back on him."
Not having an argument for Spike's words, Xander simply laid down on the seat with his head in Spike's lap and went to sleep.
Monday, December 10, 2003 3:00 a.m. I - 70 East Denver, Colorado
Seeing the 'Welcome to Denver' sign up ahead, Spike let out a relieved sigh and stopped running his fingers through Xander's hair in order to wake him up. "Xan. Pet. Wake up."
"Huh? Where are we?" Xander asked groggily as he struggled to wake up.
"Just got to Denver, Pet. We'll be with our mate in a few minutes."
TBC