Title: Transplant Tragedies 3/5
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: There is a demon stealing organs from people who have had transplants.
Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
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Part Three

Buffy, Spike and Xander were wandering the streets of London having absolutely no idea where they should be looking or what they were looking for. Spike was walking between the two of them lost in thought. Why did Willow suggest Xander stay behind? Occasionally she would play the best friend but for the most part she'd kiss Xander on the cheek and tell him to be safe. But this time there was no reason for her to worry about him. Not this time.

"Red seemed to have her panties in a bunch tonight," Spike commented.

"You think everyone has their panties in a bunch today," Xander shot back.

Spike noticed that Xander was shaking, which was strange because it wasn't cold. Actually it was probably one of the warmest days in months. "She was awfully twitchy about you coming out with us."

"Yeah, what was that about?" Buffy asked. Willow had been so upset that she didn't even tell Buffy to be safe.

Xander's eyes shifted. "I don't know. Maybe she is just worried. No powers and all that."

Spike cuffed Xander in the back of the head.

"OW!"

"SPIKE!" Buffy yelled.

Spike ignored her. He grabbed Xander and pulled him in close. "Are you deaf or just dumb?" Spike growled.

"Um… dumb?" Xander said. He panted and his warm breath hit Spike's face.

"Red doesn't have to worry about you just because you aren't bloody Superman!" Spike took a deep breath. The stink of fear rolled off Xander. "What's wrong with you?"

Buffy had taken her stake out when Spike grabbed Xander. She knew he had a soul but her slayer instinct kicked in. "What's going on, guys?"

"Nothing, Spike's being crazy," Xander said trying to shake Spike off but was unsuccessful.

"You're scared shitless," Spike interrupted. He placed his hand on Xander's chest just over his heart. "It's beating so fast."

Buffy was surprised when Xander didn't shake Spike off or push him away.

Xander looked down at Spike's hand. It felt comforting. How long had it been since he felt comfort from just one single touch? "Spike… it's nothing. I'm just upset about Josh."

Spike mouth was suddenly beside Xander's ear. "I don't believe you, pet," he whispered.

"Everything's fine, Spike," Xander lied though he knew Spike wasn't buying it. "Let's just find this demon before it hurts anyone else, okay?"

Xander and Spike had a stare down.

"Um… do you guys want to get a room or something?" Buffy asked with amusement in her voice.

"No!" "Yes!" Xander and Spike said at the same time.

Ken Jones walked out of the Lamb and Flag pub. He normally didn't drink because of his diabetes but it had been a mate's bachelor party and it was a time to celebrate! Poor Joe had no idea what he was getting himself into. Katie was a nice enough girl, cute as a button too, but Ken knew as soon as that ring hit her finger and the honeymoon was over things would change drastically. Ken knew from experience. If it wasn't for Jenny being such a good shag he'd have dumped her to the curb ages ago.

His cell rang. Speak of the devil. Ken answered it. "Hello, lovely."

"Don't you lovely me!" Jenny shouted. "Where the fuck are ya?"

"It was Joe's bachelor party. Last night of freedom, woman!" Ken shouted back. "Tried talking him out of it but he's set on being tied down."

Jenny huffed. "You've been drinking, haven't ya?"

Ken rolled his eyes. "Just a few pints."

"You know what the doctor said, or don't you remember the surgery ya had? For Christ sakes Ken, you had a kidney transplant. Do ya even remember how long ya were on the waiting list? We thought that pyelonephritis was going to kill ya! Do you remember how much pain ya were in?" Jenny nagged.

"Course I do, woman! I was the one pissing blood!" Ken shouted angrily. It was quiet on the other end. "Jenny? You there, love?"

Jenny sniffled. "I don't want you lose ya. I don't know what I would do if you died."

Ken sighed and dug his keys out of his pocket. "You've got nothing to worry about, Jen. I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle, the doctor said so himself."

"That doesn't make me worry about you any less, you oaf."

"I'll be home soon," Ken said, standing beside his car. "You'll be up?"

Jenny smiled and wiped her eyes. "Course."

"I love you," Ken said and hung up. And he did. Jenny was a pain in his ass more often than not and he'd threaten to leave her at least once a week but both knew he never would. The only thing that would split them up was death.

A loud growl startled Ken and made him drop his keys. He turned around thinking it was a stray dog. What he saw was a grey beast with yellow eyes and large claws. His screams echoed in the empty streets as the monster thrust his claws into him and pulled out his kidney.

Ken dropped to the ground, crying and bleeding. He looked up and saw that he was alone. Fumbling with his cell Ken was able to dial 999.

"Hello, how may I direct your call?" an older woman asked.

There was no answer.