Title: All Roads Led to You 6/?
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 #356 from Tamingthemuse- Drusy Quartz
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
It had been two weeks since Spike took Xander in. Xander was getting better day by day though he refused to leave the safety of his room. It wasn't that he didn't believe Spike would protect him just didn't trust the minions. His last owner… his only owner, Xander had to keep reminding himself had minions that would abuse and torture him if they had been good.
Xander liked his room it was big with a comfortable bed which he was just starting to sleep on throughout the night. Spike had also bought (stole) a plush rug so when Xander did sleep on the floor it would be a little more comfortable. There was also a television with a DVD player with tons of movies and series for Xander to watch. Xander couldn't believe how much special effects had changed in just ten years.
He was watching Avatar when a muffled sound was coming through the walls. Coming from Spike's room. With a frown Xander paused the movie, climbed off the bed and slowly made is way to the wall where he placed his ear against it. It didn't take long to figure out what the sound was. Spike was crying. Why was his Spike crying? Yes Xander thought of Spike as his. Spike was the only person he had that cared about him.
A loud sob brought Xander out of his thoughts. Spike was crying and Xander had to see if he could help. With a deep breathe Xander made his way to the door. He opened the door a crack and peeked around making sure Thomas and the others weren't around. With a sigh of relief that Xander could hear the vampires downstairs playing on the Wii or Xbox or whatever it was that they played on, he made his way down the hall to Spike's room. With a soft knock on the door Spike waited for an answer. He received one.
"I don't you idiots I want to be left alone!" Spike bellowed. His voice was hoarse from crying.
Xander had to stop himself from turning tail and running. "S-Spike?" He heard rustling before a storm of footsteps loudly crossing the floor. When the door was ripped open Xander took a step back worried that he'd upset Spike even more.
"Xander?" Spike asked, his brow furrowed. "What's wrong? Are those idiots bothering you?"
"No," Xander said with a shake of his head.
Spike frowned. "What is it then?"
"This," Xander said and wiped a tear from Spike's cheek.
Spike pulled away and wiped his face. He had been sure he'd gotten all of the tears before answering the door. "I'm fine, pet," he told Xander.
Xander shook his head indicating to Spike that he wasn't buying it. "Tell me?" Xander asked.
With a sigh Spike moved out of the door way to allow Xander to enter. He cursed himself for making a racket. Of course he couldn't help himself. He was still mourning the loss of Drusilla. Having Xander there helped but today was a bad day. Xander made himself comfortable on Spike's bed, wrapping the duvet around himself.
"I've just been thinking about Dru." Spike walked over to a dresser and picked something up. "I found this." He showed a gorgeous drusy quartz broach to Xander. "I got this for Drusilla back in the early ninety hundreds. She loved it as soon as she set her eyes on it."
This was the first time that Spike really spoke of Drusilla. Xander couldn't help but feel special that Spike was talking to him about her. "I'm sorry," Xander said softly. "I wish I could have met her."
Spike barked out a laugh. "Oh, she would have loved you!" He sobered up. "I think she dreamt of you. She told me I'd find someone. I think I was meant to save you. To protect you." Spike looked into Xander's eyes. "That you were meant to belong to me."
A chill ran down Xander's spine. That thought should have terrified him but it didn't. Instead it warmed his heart. To know that someone wanted to protect him. Xander knew he'd never make it out in the real world; he'd probably end up in a nuthouse. "She saved my life," Xander murmured. Spike might have saved him physically but if it hadn't been for Drusilla he'd probably still be stuck wishing he was dead. Now he had a reason to live. Spike. He was his world. "Tell me some stories?"
Blue eyes widened. Spike couldn't believe Xander was actually asking to hear gruesome tales. He was about to ask him if he was sure but decided against it. Spike wanted to talk about Drusilla and this was his chance. "One time we were in France…"