Title: All Roads Led to You 5/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After a demon kills his sister Spike takes him out. He isn't prepared for the outcome.
Warnings/Spoilers: Series never happened
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Prompt #352 from Tamingthemuse- Shameless
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Spike didn't remember falling asleep. When he opened his eyes he automatically looked at the bed, his eyes widening when he found it was empty. He jumped to his feet looking around the room. There was no way Xander got out. Spike was about to call out Xander's name but stopped himself when he saw Xander was curled in a ball in the corner. At least he took a pillow with him. A relieved sigh escaped Spike's lips.
Walking over to the bed Spike dragged the blanket off and made his way to Xander. Carefully to not wake up Xander he draped the blanket across Xander who automatically curled his fingers around the fabric. Why Xander didn't take it with him Spike didn't know.
Spike knew that he should walk away and let Xander sleep but he couldn't. Instead he knelt down and shamelessly began to play with Xander's hair. It was long, maybe too long. Spike would have to ask Xander if he wanted to have it cut. It was also soft. It reminded him of Drusilla's hair. He'd brush it for her on her bad days. Spike hoped Xander would let him brush his for him.
The action must have woken Xander because his eyes opened and stared at Spike. "Please. Don't."
"Don't what?" Spike asked as he continued to pet Xander.
"Don't," Xander said again.
Spike didn't understand how Xander when from full sentences to one and two words answers. He figured out that Xander must have been talking about the petting. He stopped instantly. "Sorry."
Xander frowned. No one had apologized to him in so long. He was the one who apologized. It was really the one word that he spoke more than any other over the years.
"How about some breakfast?" Spike asked. He didn't like seeing Xander frown especially because of him. Spike held out his hand. Xander took his hand and it was Spike's turn to frown. His hands were freezing. "You'll catch a cold not sleeping with a blanket."
"Sorry," Xander said lowering his eyes.
Spike could have kicked himself. He hadn't meant to reprimand Xander, he was just concerned. "No need to be sorry. I just don't know how to take care of a sick human."
"What are you?" Xander asked.
"I'm a vampire, like my minions," Spike answered.
Xander's brow furrowed. Over the years he'd seen a lot of vampires but none of them were like Spike. "You don't kill humans?"
"Oh I kill humans," Spike answered. He quickly back pedaled. "But you don't have to worry. You're safe with me, remember?"
Maybe if Xander was a regular human he would have a problem with Spike killing people but he learned that he had to look out for himself because no one else was going to. "Okay."
With a sigh of relief Spike helped Xander stand. He was sure this conversation was going to go a lot worse. "Let's get you back into bed. I'll go fix you something to eat." He gathered up Xander's pillow and blanket and helped Xander into bed. "While I'm gone if you have to go to the loo can you make it on your own?"
Xander nodded and snuggled down. The bed was really comfortable. It would take him some time to get used to not sleeping on the floor.
Deciding that Xander was going to be as comfortable as he could get Spike left to find him some breakfast. He guessed more like dinner since it was going on seven in the evening.
Thomas, Ian and Randy were all in the living room bickering at one another. "What's the bloody problem?"
"We're bored," Ian whined.
"You're a sodding vampire," Spike snapped. "Act like it!" Ian cowered behind Thomas. "If you're so bored you can run a few errands for me." It wasn't a suggestion.
Thomas took a step forward. "What do you need?"
Spike grinned. Thomas was so very accommodating. Not like the other two twits. He knew he shouldn't have let Drusilla pick them. He handed Thomas the list.
Thomas looked over it a frown crossed it face. "It's all for that human."
"Yes, he needs some essentials," Spike said. He turned to Randy. "He is about the same size as you; I want you to pick him up some close. Tee shirts, sweat pants, boxers, socks and a pair of sneakers."
"Why are you taking care of him?" Ian blurted out. He received a glare.
Spike bared his fangs. "I wasn't aware I had to explain my actions to you." He took a menacing step towards Ian but backed off. An explanation would be needed if Xander was going to be staying. He needed to make sure Xander was safe. "I have taken Xander as a pet." Spike received confused looks. With a sigh Spike continued on. "He is not to be touched. If you even look at him as if he is a meal I will rip your guts out and where them as a bloody hat."
"What's so special about him?" Ian asked truly curious.
"He was meant to be mine," was the only answer Spike gave them. It was the end of the discussion. "Make sure those items are picked up before you get back," Spike said a threatening tone in his voice.
The minions nodded and bee lined it for the door. They've all heard of Spike's reputation and didn't want to be on the bad end of a railroad spike.
Rubbing his hands together Spike went into the kitchen to start breakfast. He and Xander would have to make a list of other foods. The last thing Spike wanted was for Xander to get sick of soup. Having a pet was hard work.