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Part 18
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Part 18
~From: Two Eyed Terror
~To: Watcher Man
~Subject: Hey, G-man!
Hey, Giles.
Yeah, it’s me again. I know the name’s changed but it’s still me.
Sorry I haven’t gotten back to you this last week. I’ve been kinda busy.
Ugh. Busy. SO not the right word.
I’ve been really, really… crap. Busy. LOL
I guess I should tell you… Spike’s here. With me.
Yeah. With. Like that. Spike’s why Angel was trying to find me, Giles. I’ll bet he hasn’t called you since last Tuesday, right?
God, Giles. There’s so much going on right now. I don’t even know how to tell you about all of it, so… we’re coming to London, G-man. There’s things I have to tell you that I can’t really get into like this. I… you deserve to hear it face to face, okay?
The short version of the story… uh, demon trials, I won, got my eye back and a brand spankin’ old hyena spirit on top of it, among other things. I’m sure you remember the hyena… and what I look like with two working eyes, right?
It’s not the same as before with the animal spirit, though, and I know you won’t believe that but it’s true and all I can do is ask you to trust me enough to not have one of the trainees kill me on sight.
Crap.
I’m not trying to be all secret-having-guy here but like I said, I think I need to tell you this stuff in person and Spike agrees.
We’re coming across the Channel day after tomorrow. Just have a few things we need to wrap up here.
Hell, Giles. I really want to see you. Like I said before, you’re like… the Dad I always wanted and never had.
I guess things are different now since you know about the Primal but that’s okay. I’ll live, right?
And you’ll get why that’s funny after we talk. If you’re willing to let us come there.
We could meet you somewhere outside of the Watcher House if you want. That’d be fine too.
Hell. Okay. That’s all until we see you, I guess.
But no matter how you feel about this, G-man… I’ll always love you like a Dad.
~Xander
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~From: Watcher Man
~To: Two Eyed Terror
~Subject: Re: Hey, G-man!
Xander,
Are you entirely out of your mind?
You can not simply drop me a line and hint in this manner! It’s enough to drive an aging Watcher to drink!
That said, of course I wish you to come to the House, although if you truly have reacquired the eye that bastard Caleb took from you, it might be wise to hide that fact at first.
The Trainees, as you called them, are familiar with who you are. However, to meet someone who obviously is not missing an eye but using the name of one of their heroes—an original Scooby, and God help me, I’ve been unable to eliminate that term—well, Xander, that might create more drama than any of us would like.
Xander, of all my former charges, you are the one who most frequently contributes to my receding hairline. Mostly due to the fact that you generally make me tear it out. My hair, I mean.
I don’t understand why you constantly question your place in the hearts of those who know you. Perhaps it has something to do with that bastard who fathered you, although I believe ‘fathered’ is the wrong term. Better to call him the sperm donor, considering the amount of care and affection he provided you whilst growing up.
That you have grown into such a kind, generous and competent man is entirely a testament to your own character, Xander.
As for the spirit which you say you have acquired again, I have no difficulty in believing there is a longer and deeper story behind that. I do remember when you and the others were first inhabited and that possession would never have resulted in teaching a Slayer a lesson. It would have resulted in her death, not to mention that she would have most likely been made a meal of.
The upshot of this, dear boy, is that I do trust you.
I trust you to enter this House. I trust you to treat the girls with kindness, should you meet them. And I trust you to continue being the brave and capable man you’ve grown into from the seeds of the courageous and sometimes bloody well stupid boy you once were.
As for whatever your situation is with Spike…
It irks me quite a bit to have to admit this, Xander, but… Spike is a good man. He proved as much time and time again although we were often more than reluctant to recognize it.
It was only after he was gone that we… I… truly realized just how much he had done for and with us all in his efforts to protect and assist us.
I have made some of this clear to him in our infrequent communications, but I expect some reluctance on his part to believe my sentiments are sincere.
I truly can’t blame him for that. I was a bit of a… jerk to him in the old days.
Still, if he affords you some happiness, then I’m happy for you. I am also curious as to what exactly led to this… lifestyle change for you.
I suppose that will be one more thing to add to the list of revelations you will provide when you arrive.
I am having rooms prepared for you both to use for the duration of your visit. If you choose not to stay here, that will be fine, as well. I simply wish you to know, Xander, that you and your… and Spike… are welcome here and that I am looking forward to seeing you soon.
Until then, I remain…
Your Father (in spirit),
~Giles
(P.S.~ I am assuming the new name on this account is courtesy of Spike. Tell him to stop trying to help. And yes, that was a joke.)
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It was the slight tinge of salt in the air of their room that had Spike squirming out from beneath the tangle of sheets and blankets as he frowned, eyes finding his Xander sitting at the small desk.
“What is it, luv,” he demanded, feet padding quickly across the few feet of floor, “what’s wrong?”
Xander smiled shakily and tilted his head back, teary but happy eyes meeting Spike’s worried ones as the vampire’s elegant hands came to rest on his shoulders. “N-nothing, Spike. I… everything’s… nothing’s wrong.”
He smiled again, twisting his body a bit and wrapping an arm around the blond’s waist before pulling him around the chair and into his lap regardless of the fact that they were nearly the same height and the position was slightly awkward. “Giles wrote back,” he said then, the pleasant surprise clear in his voice.
One scarred brow arched and Spike smirked. “Last time I was in your lap, luv, it wasn’t because of a bloody letter…” His smirk grew a bit deeper at the sudden groan the brunette released. “Right, then. Just makin’ sure ya remembered. Ya mind if I read it, Xan?”
It took him a good twenty seconds to understand the question, mostly because he was replaying the instance Spike had mentioned but when he did, Xander smiled, his tears drying, and pressed a slow, wet kiss to the vampire’s pale shoulder then bit it lightly. “Go ahead, baby… but hurry up. I think I’m having more of those… wicked thoughts.”
Bloody hell. “I’ll read it later, pet.” He stood quickly before turning and settling in his lover’s lap again, hardening cock rubbing against a warm, tight stomach. “Now tell Spike all ‘bout those wicked thoughts of yours…”
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(A/N: Okay, can I say the new layout I'm seeing here has totally thrown me? LOL Cuz it has. Anyway... as always, may thanks for the reviews on the last part-- this time to: TheShadowCat (yes, more smut... just a bit of plot first. You know how I am. LOL), Christine (did this part answer your 'what next' question? *giggles* Hope so.) & nulinka (not to worry... all will be explained soon. *grins* Well, not ALL soon, but the question of Xan's control will. :P). SO appreciate you guys taking the time to respond!
More soon, I'm sure. LOL)
Part 18
~From: Two Eyed Terror
~To: Watcher Man
~Subject: Hey, G-man!
Hey, Giles.
Yeah, it’s me again. I know the name’s changed but it’s still me.
Sorry I haven’t gotten back to you this last week. I’ve been kinda busy.
Ugh. Busy. SO not the right word.
I’ve been really, really… crap. Busy. LOL
I guess I should tell you… Spike’s here. With me.
Yeah. With. Like that. Spike’s why Angel was trying to find me, Giles. I’ll bet he hasn’t called you since last Tuesday, right?
God, Giles. There’s so much going on right now. I don’t even know how to tell you about all of it, so… we’re coming to London, G-man. There’s things I have to tell you that I can’t really get into like this. I… you deserve to hear it face to face, okay?
The short version of the story… uh, demon trials, I won, got my eye back and a brand spankin’ old hyena spirit on top of it, among other things. I’m sure you remember the hyena… and what I look like with two working eyes, right?
It’s not the same as before with the animal spirit, though, and I know you won’t believe that but it’s true and all I can do is ask you to trust me enough to not have one of the trainees kill me on sight.
Crap.
I’m not trying to be all secret-having-guy here but like I said, I think I need to tell you this stuff in person and Spike agrees.
We’re coming across the Channel day after tomorrow. Just have a few things we need to wrap up here.
Hell, Giles. I really want to see you. Like I said before, you’re like… the Dad I always wanted and never had.
I guess things are different now since you know about the Primal but that’s okay. I’ll live, right?
And you’ll get why that’s funny after we talk. If you’re willing to let us come there.
We could meet you somewhere outside of the Watcher House if you want. That’d be fine too.
Hell. Okay. That’s all until we see you, I guess.
But no matter how you feel about this, G-man… I’ll always love you like a Dad.
~Xander
* * * * *
~From: Watcher Man
~To: Two Eyed Terror
~Subject: Re: Hey, G-man!
Xander,
Are you entirely out of your mind?
You can not simply drop me a line and hint in this manner! It’s enough to drive an aging Watcher to drink!
That said, of course I wish you to come to the House, although if you truly have reacquired the eye that bastard Caleb took from you, it might be wise to hide that fact at first.
The Trainees, as you called them, are familiar with who you are. However, to meet someone who obviously is not missing an eye but using the name of one of their heroes—an original Scooby, and God help me, I’ve been unable to eliminate that term—well, Xander, that might create more drama than any of us would like.
Xander, of all my former charges, you are the one who most frequently contributes to my receding hairline. Mostly due to the fact that you generally make me tear it out. My hair, I mean.
I don’t understand why you constantly question your place in the hearts of those who know you. Perhaps it has something to do with that bastard who fathered you, although I believe ‘fathered’ is the wrong term. Better to call him the sperm donor, considering the amount of care and affection he provided you whilst growing up.
That you have grown into such a kind, generous and competent man is entirely a testament to your own character, Xander.
As for the spirit which you say you have acquired again, I have no difficulty in believing there is a longer and deeper story behind that. I do remember when you and the others were first inhabited and that possession would never have resulted in teaching a Slayer a lesson. It would have resulted in her death, not to mention that she would have most likely been made a meal of.
The upshot of this, dear boy, is that I do trust you.
I trust you to enter this House. I trust you to treat the girls with kindness, should you meet them. And I trust you to continue being the brave and capable man you’ve grown into from the seeds of the courageous and sometimes bloody well stupid boy you once were.
As for whatever your situation is with Spike…
It irks me quite a bit to have to admit this, Xander, but… Spike is a good man. He proved as much time and time again although we were often more than reluctant to recognize it.
It was only after he was gone that we… I… truly realized just how much he had done for and with us all in his efforts to protect and assist us.
I have made some of this clear to him in our infrequent communications, but I expect some reluctance on his part to believe my sentiments are sincere.
I truly can’t blame him for that. I was a bit of a… jerk to him in the old days.
Still, if he affords you some happiness, then I’m happy for you. I am also curious as to what exactly led to this… lifestyle change for you.
I suppose that will be one more thing to add to the list of revelations you will provide when you arrive.
I am having rooms prepared for you both to use for the duration of your visit. If you choose not to stay here, that will be fine, as well. I simply wish you to know, Xander, that you and your… and Spike… are welcome here and that I am looking forward to seeing you soon.
Until then, I remain…
Your Father (in spirit),
~Giles
(P.S.~ I am assuming the new name on this account is courtesy of Spike. Tell him to stop trying to help. And yes, that was a joke.)
* * * * *
It was the slight tinge of salt in the air of their room that had Spike squirming out from beneath the tangle of sheets and blankets as he frowned, eyes finding his Xander sitting at the small desk.
“What is it, luv,” he demanded, feet padding quickly across the few feet of floor, “what’s wrong?”
Xander smiled shakily and tilted his head back, teary but happy eyes meeting Spike’s worried ones as the vampire’s elegant hands came to rest on his shoulders. “N-nothing, Spike. I… everything’s… nothing’s wrong.”
He smiled again, twisting his body a bit and wrapping an arm around the blond’s waist before pulling him around the chair and into his lap regardless of the fact that they were nearly the same height and the position was slightly awkward. “Giles wrote back,” he said then, the pleasant surprise clear in his voice.
One scarred brow arched and Spike smirked. “Last time I was in your lap, luv, it wasn’t because of a bloody letter…” His smirk grew a bit deeper at the sudden groan the brunette released. “Right, then. Just makin’ sure ya remembered. Ya mind if I read it, Xan?”
It took him a good twenty seconds to understand the question, mostly because he was replaying the instance Spike had mentioned but when he did, Xander smiled, his tears drying, and pressed a slow, wet kiss to the vampire’s pale shoulder then bit it lightly. “Go ahead, baby… but hurry up. I think I’m having more of those… wicked thoughts.”
Bloody hell. “I’ll read it later, pet.” He stood quickly before turning and settling in his lover’s lap again, hardening cock rubbing against a warm, tight stomach. “Now tell Spike all ‘bout those wicked thoughts of yours…”
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(A/N: Okay, can I say the new layout I'm seeing here has totally thrown me? LOL Cuz it has. Anyway... as always, may thanks for the reviews on the last part-- this time to: TheShadowCat (yes, more smut... just a bit of plot first. You know how I am. LOL), Christine (did this part answer your 'what next' question? *giggles* Hope so.) & nulinka (not to worry... all will be explained soon. *grins* Well, not ALL soon, but the question of Xan's control will. :P). SO appreciate you guys taking the time to respond!
More soon, I'm sure. LOL)