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Summary: Post 'Him'. Xander and Spike chat.
AUTHOR: Kimi
EMAIL: kimi37212@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike
SPOILERS: Post 'Him' S6
DISCLAIMER. Well, you know. I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy. Joss is all. I own
nothing except my nine year old car.
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"So."
The "so" hit Xander like a gunshot. He jumped in his chair, startled. Spike had been quiet; he'd forgotten he was staying there. Slipped away after they had relieved Jock-Shot of the coat. And Xander was all big on the 'forgetting Spike' thing.
"Geez! Small noises, okay? Give a guy a clue," he said shrilly, turning toward his new vampire roommate. And Spike was living here 'why'?
The blond raised a droll eyebrow.
"Clue that you're here, I mean!" Xander shot back, embarrassed.
"The blood in the fridge didn't do it for you, genius?"
Xander made a face and turned back to the television. It had been a helluva day. Well, two days actually. First, Dawn hysterics after the whole cheerleading tryout debacle. Then, walking in on Buffy in a clinch. And finally, sucking it up to go see his old 'buddy' Lance. Tracking down and stopping the girls had been the easy part. Which was saying almost nothing.
After a moment, he frowned and muted the sound. "What? So, what, anyway?"
"What?"
"The 'so' thing."
"Oh. So, when did you decide it was a spell?"
"Why?"
"Just curious is all..."
Xander turned back to the TV, speaking over his shoulder. "Well, finding Buffy half-naked, straddling somebody in a semi-public place doesn't qualify as flashing magic neon?"
Spike's silence gave him more of an answer than he ever wanted. Xander turned bright red.
He slowly turned back to Spike. "Okay. So not having this conversation," the man said. "And that's not quite when." Xander said, loath to leave it on that note. He rubbed his forehead in thought.
His face brightened. "Smart-ass tight-body blond guy in a jacket. So not her type. Cause you know, Buffy, big moosey guys... Angel, Riley..." Xander's voice trailed off as he had a sudden flash. Damn, he was screwing the pooch here. How could one guy say this many hoof-in-mouth things in the space of 30 seconds?
More silence. Xander was beginning to sweat a little. And the hole he was digging was quickly headed for six feet deep.
He searched for a way out of a bad conversation. "All right," he finally said triumphantly. "Here it is. Big clue. Talky Buffy."
Suddenly, Xander realized he was talking, really talking, to Spike. Which was about sixteen kinds of wrongness... This was Spike, the objection of his disaffection. Still, he'd put his foot in it twice already. Needed to make it good.
Xander leaned forward and caught Spike's eyes. "Remember that other love spell? Willow's? And how Buffy was all 'in love' smoochy in public? With you? Which led my nightmares until your recent 'thing' pushed that back into second place. Well, Buffy - the Buffy in her right, unaffected-by-magic mind - she's quiet about that stuff. Doesn't say how she feels. All Secretive Girl. Why, she could be madly in love and nobody would ever know it. Not her friends, not the guy... Maybe not even her. Hence, it had to be a spell!" He finished with a slam of his hand to the arm of the chair. There! All fixed!
Slowly, the hammer dropped as his words rang back to him. Xander glanced down at his hands, thoughts he didn't want to have playing across his face: bewilderment, shock, and finally panic. He looked up into hooded dark blue eyes. "Of course," he said quickly, "just because she didn't talk to you about... well, whatever... doesn't mean she was madly in love with you or anything. Cause hey! Not! I mean, Slayer, vampire. You know the drill."
"Yeah," Spike said slowly, as he turned to stare at the wall.
"Just because..." Xander shut his mouth with a snap. The grave was getting deeper by the second. Time to bail.
Letting out a huge yawn, the man laid down the TV remote, stood, and stretched. "Well," he said more perkily than he felt, "early day tomorrow. And I must be tired, cause I cannot believe I just discussed Buffy with you!"
Spike continued staring at the wall.
"And thanks for helping tonight, I guess," he said, hopelessly trying to draw Spike away from whatever sick, stalky thoughts the vampire might be having. "Cause I don't think I could have handled a slayer with a rocket launcher by myself." He laughed nervously at Spike's lack of response.
"See you tomorrow, I guess," he said inanely, as the vampire continued to ignore him. Maybe Spike was just hearing voices... Sweating bullets, Xander left him in the dark as he headed for bed.
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