Convulsus 3/?
By: Broodus Foreheadus
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series, nor do I make any money from these stories. I am just borrowing them, but I can't promise they will be clean when I give them back. ;)
Warnings: At this point you should know….
A.N. I want to thank those of you who have been reviewing, and I ask that you all keep 'em coming! I love knowing that people are reading my story!
Spike slept deeply last night. If he dreamt at all, he could not remember it. Falling asleep surrounded by his boy's scent was…My boy? When did that happen? It's only been a night and he hasn't even woken up yet. Feeling confused despite his affirmations the night before, he allowed his mind to run through the events that occurred. More importantly, he allowed his mind to examine his feelings and how they strengthened so quickly for the boy.
I must have been feeling something for him before, he thought to himself, these things don't just happen. He thought back to when he was tied to that chair. The boy had every right to make Spike's stay there a living hell. Spike almost expected it after what he's done to the scoobies. But, to Spike's surprise, aside from being tied to a chair at night and the occasional verbal thrust and prod, Xander was the perfect host. Spike would even go as far as calling him nice.
Spike remembered what the doctor said about Xander having old scars. How could I have lived with him for so long and not have noticed any scars? After pondering this question for some time, Spike couldn't remember a single time when he saw Xander in less than a t-shirt and boxers. He remembered Xander zipping off to the bathroom to change his clothes. He never once changed in front of Spike, not even after a shower. What is he hiding there?
For the first time, Spike really looked at the boy. He looked past the bruises and bandages and what he saw shocked him. Xander was covered in scars of all kinds. Burn scars, cut scars. Spike couldn't tell what was underneath the bandages, but he was sure they were there as well. A morbid thought crossed his mind when his gaze was stopped by the sheet across Xanders waist.
Spike couldn't stop himself. He had to know if his boy was still whole. Slowly his hand lifted the sheet and gasped at what he saw. The scars continued past the waistline but not one marred the impressive piece of tube steak that lay between the boy's legs.
Good lord what does he feed that thing?
Spike smirked. He didn't need to eat but he would gladly chew on that thing all day. For a moment he just sat and took in the form lying before him. He found that the scars were just another part of Xander. They weren't something to parade on the street but Spike felt they just added to Xanders beauty.
"So beautiful," Spike murmured.
Spike put the sheet back into place and sunk back into his chair. For a few hours, Spike just sat and watched his boy sleeping. He thought about how he was going to win the boy's heart when he awakens, and about how it makes him feel thinking about nursing the boy back to health. He thought about falling asleep with Xander tucked securely in his arms, and waking every day and watching him wake up. He thought about how warm Xander would be in his arms, and how that warmth would just seep into him and melt the ice surrounding his heart.
Oh yeah, he thought, I got it bad.
He was startled from his thoughts when the door opened. The doctor walked in scribbling something on some papers in a folder.
"Good morning. I've come to check Xander out, and make sure there aren't any unforeseen problems. Has he woken up or made any noises through the night?"
"Last night he said my name in his sleep but he hasn't woken up yet. You said he would be awake by now. What's wrong?"
After checking Xanders pulse and other things, the doctor reassured him.
"He's doing fine. Nothing is wrong. Sometimes when we are hurt badly, our bodies fall into somewhere between sleep and a coma so the body can conserve energy for healing itself. I suspect that's what is happening with Xander. You shouldn't be worried."
"You're sure? He's not brain-dead or something?"
"Not at all. Rest assured that Xander will wake up when his body decides he's ready."
Spike sighed in relief. Everything will be fine.
"Thanks Doc. Do you know how long this might last?"
"He'll probably be under for a day or two. We will be coming in periodically to change his IV and bandages and check his vitals. He's well taken care of," he hesitated, "you should go and find something to eat and get a breath of fresh air."
Yeah it's 10:00 in the morning. That's really gonna happen.
"Thanks' for the concern Doc, but I'm fine for now."
"Ok then. I'm finished here for now. I'll be back later to check him again."
With that, the doctor swept out of the room, closing the door behind him. Spike, after pressing a kiss to Xanders forehead, settled back into his chair and tuned the television in the corner to Passions, ready to spend the day watching his stories with Xander.
Once the sun fell, Spike decided to go get something to eat. With a kiss to Xanders forehead, Spike left the hospital. After stopping at the butcher store, Spike strolled through the darkened streets, sipping his blood lost in thought.
"Spike? What are you doing? Shouldn't you be haunting some crypt moaning about how you're neutered and watching passions?"
Spike turned to Buffy and Willow with a look of rage on his face. In that moment, Spike would have loved to slowly rip them to pieces.
"Where the fuck have you two been? I've left messages for you about Xander."
"Xanders been in the hospital before Spike," Willow said, "It's not that big a deal."
"Yeah fangless, our Zeppo will be getting us doughnuts and coffee in no time. What do you care anyway? You hate Xander."
Buffy didn't even see the fist flying through the air before she was out cold on the ground. Spike roared in pain as the chip fired. Very worth it, he thought to himself. He turned away from Willow trying to revive Buffy, and proceeded back to the hospital. He cursed Buffy the whole way back to the hospital, imagining hanging Buffy from the ceiling with piano wire tied to her toes.
Spike stopped in the doorway of Xanders room with a look of shock on his face. Bloody hell! I didn't think this day could get any worse, he thought as he stared at the man standing at the foot of Xanders bed.
"Wot the hell are you doin' here?"
Angel didn't give Spike any more than that. He grabbed Spike by the shirt and threw him face down on the floor, slamming his head into the floor.
"How did you get the chip out Spike?"
Angel stopped the slamming long enough for Spike to ask him what the hell he was talking about.
"Don't play stupid Spike. What do you gain from doing this to Xander?" At Spike's denial, he continued in a venomous tone. "You see, Cordelia had a vision. And in that vision, you were holding a bruised and bloody Xander Harris. Seeing as how you hate Xander, I can't figure out why you would be holding Xander unless it was you who beat him and you were gonna kill him. So I'm gonna ask you one more time. What did you do?"
"I saved his life you great bloody pouf!"
Angel froze confused. "What are you talking about?"
"There's a new demon of the week out there. Xander must have been walking home alone. I found him in a bloody heap in a cemetery. I brought him to the hospital and I've been with him ever since. Which is more then I can say about his so called friends. Now let me the fuck go!"
For some reason unknown to him, Angel believed him. The look in his eyes. The way he talked about Xander. Slowly, He let Spike up.
"Why are you here? Where are Buffy and Willow and the rest?"
"I called them a few times since I brought Xander in. They don't seem to care that he's here."
"I don't believe you."
"Buffy said, and I quote, 'our Zeppo will be getting us doughnuts and coffee in no time' end quote. If you don't believe me just ask Willow. I only left to go to the butcher's to get blood."
Angel mulled this over for a minute before he realized something.
"You didn't answer my first question. Why are you here?"
TBC