A/N: I'm going on holiday tomorrow for a week and I've been really bad about updating my stories recently so I've decided to write you all an uber short chapter, enjoy . (And I know it is short, but some reviews would be nice)
"Oy, Whelp!" Spike clicked his fingers in front of Xander's face. Nothing. What the fuck was going on?
They'd just been stood there having a nice conversation about blackmail and what not then the moron just stops, dead quiet, and while that in itself was cause for a national holiday, he hadn't just shut up, he'd... blanked out, or whatever the correct term for it was. His eyes were open but they weren't focussed on anything, they were just kind of glazed over.
He'd said that he usually went to this 'other world' when he was asleep, but what if it wasjust a coincidence that he was usually asleep, maybe he was sort of programemd to go there at a certain time every night. If that was true it looked like he was stuck with him for the night, great. He couldn't take him back to the Scoobies because they would wonder what was up with him, and not only would he get the blame but he'd also lose any blackmail material he had.
Just when unlife is on the ups for him, something like this happens, typical.
What the hell was he supposed to do with an unblinking statue? He couldn't just leave him stood there, you never knew when one of the bloody Scoobies would knock his door down looking for information, and they never knocked politly beforehand to give him some warning to stop his 'evil plotting' or whatever it was they thought he spent most of his spare time doing these days.
Spike sighed as he looked at the Xander Statue once more, there was no other choice, he was going to have to keep the whelp here for the night, or at least until he woke up. Actually he'd have to keep him in the crypt after he'd woken up, scooby gang'd kill him if they knew he'd let their precious boy wander the cemeterys alone after sundown. Great, looked like he had a roomie for the night.
But he was getting the bed, Xander could have the bloody couch.