Title: All Roads Led to You 10/?
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 #365 from Tamingthemuse- Torpor
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Spike slammed the front door open and made a move for the stairs only to be stopped by Ian who had the nerve to lay his hand on Spike. Already agitated Spike ripped Ian's head off and watched in satisfaction as the minion turned to dust.
Thomas blocked Spike's way making sure not to touch him. "Master, please. I must talk to you about Master Xander."
"What about Xander? Is he ill? Did one of you touch him?" Spike growled.
"I promise we haven't touched him. He came down an hour ago looking for you," Thomas said.
Spike's eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets. "Xander came down here? He never comes down here!"
"He seemed kind of upset. He got worse when we told him you seemed... mad," Thomas said trying to sound delicate about the situation. "He went back to his room."
Without another word Spike pushed passed Thomas and bounded up the stairs. He skidded to a stop making sure he didn't just barge into Xander's room. If what Thomas said was true the last thing he wanted to do was scaring the poor boy. With three quiet knocks Spike waited for Xander to answer the door. A frown appeared on Spike's face when Xander didn't answer the door. Xander always answered the door. Worried that something was wrong Spike opened the door and peeked in. He found Xander on the floor in a corner not moving.
Xander felt someone come into his room but he couldn't move. His body was numb. His Spike left him. Was mad at him. He closed his eyes tightly when he heard someone walk up to him.
"Xander? Pet? What's wrong?" Spike knelt down and placed his cold hand on Xander's heated cheek. "Talk to me."
"S-Spike?" Xander asked. His eyes fluttered open. "What are you doing here?"
"Thomas told me you weren't feeling well," Spike said softly. "Want to tell me what happened?"
Xander turned his head away. "You left."
Spike frowned. "I just went out for a bite."
"You always tell me when you're leaving. You didn't this time. Thomas said you were mad when you left. I made you mad," Xander explained miserably.
"Oh, pet," Spike cooed. He scooped Xander up into his arms as if he weighed nothing and made himself comfortable on the bed with Xander lying on top of him. "Yes, I was mad but it wasn't because of you. I was mad at myself."
Xander was confused. Spike didn't do anything wrong. It was all Xander. "But I'm the one who ran away."
"You ran away because I made you uncomfortable," Spike said. "And I apologize for that."
"It wasn't you," Xander confessed. "I wanted to talk to you about that… I think there's something wrong with me."
Spike tensed. Xander was sick and the sun was almost up which meant he couldn't take him to the hospital. He also couldn't call an ambulance because there would be questions to why they were living in a rundown house. "What is it, Xan? What's wrong?"
A dark blush covered Xander's cheeks. "When you kissed my hand… I felt funny… down there."
Spike's eyes bugged out.