Magic Moments
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
5,570
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Xander prised open his eyes and tried to focus.
Stars.
Night sky.
Hmm. Strange. What the hell? Wasn’t I underground a few moments ago?
Let's think.
Skuki demon.
Spike’s big fat mouth.
Underground lair.
Falling over.
…
“Ouch.”
Spike opened one eye at the gentle exclamation of pain. He opened the other eye and tried to focus.
Stars.
Night sky.
Hmm. Strange. What the fuck? What the bloody hell am I doing outside?
Let's think.
Skuki demon.
Telling Skuki demon a few home truths.
Underground lair.
Some kind of magical…hang on…
“Oh, fuck.”
Xander propped himself up on his elbows and glanced around. “Spike? How did we get back in the woods?”
Spike slowly sat up and turned to face his confused companion. There were no words. Someone had clearly stolen the lot of them.
“Spike? Are you listening to me?”
Spike stared, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Words, please!
“You have never looked more like a corpse than you do right now,” Xander said with a nasty glare. “Hey, Zombie-Spike, quit it!”
Xander stood and brushed himself down. His head burned with a sudden pain and a quick check revealed a cut just beneath his hairline. “Great. Can I not go *anywhere* without bleeding? Damn it.”
Xander looked down to where Spike sat still as a statue. If he didn’t move soon, he was going to end up covered in pigeons. “Spike? What the hell is going on…Spike!”
Xander’s louder, more urgent call snapped Spike from his panic-induced paralysis. “Yep, I’m on it. I got it.”
“Huh? I have no doubt that you’re on *something*, Spike, but can you just pull yourself together so that we can get the hell out of here before that big blue thing comes back?”
Spike stood. “It won’t come back.”
“How do you know?”
Spike hesitated. Was this really the time to casually say: “The big blue thing impregnated you with my child and they won’t be bothering us until the brat is born.”?
Ummmm, nope.
“Skuki wotsit got bored with us. Dropped us off on its way to the pub. It ain’t coming back, now.”
“It might,” Xander insisted.
“What, and miss last orders? Hardly.”
With a naivety that was infuriatingly endearing, Xander bought it.
Spike patted down his duster in search of wonderful, blissful, calming cigarettes. He finally pulled them out with a relieved sigh and popped one in his mouth. He was just about to light it when he had a sudden thought. Fuck! Can’t bloody smoke when Xander’s expectin’.
Spike frowned at the strange sentence his brain had conjured up. He cursed the day that he ever set foot in Sunnydale and lit the cigarette anyway. If ever there was a time that called for a smoke, it was definitely now.
“Spike?”
“Wot?”
“About earlier. You don’t have to move out…yet. I was in a bad mood, what with the Xander and Spike-napping, and you just irritated me more than usual.”
“Might not wanna stay.”
“While I’m one hundred percent certain that you would rather be anywhere other than in my basement, just so you know, you don’t have to move out.”
Spike shrugged. “There’re worse places…I think. Might hang out a while longer. Just to annoy the fuck out of you.”
Xander didn’t look surprised.
The two men walked in silence, one desperate to get home and crawl into bed for a nice cosy dream and the other desperate to wake up in a bed from a not-so-nice cosy dream.
Spike worried. This was really bad. He’d been in some dire situations before but none quite so terrifying as this. A baby? With Xander? This so had to be someone’s twisted idea of a joke. What the hell were they going to do? How the fuck was he going to tell Xander?
Hm Maybe he didn’t have to tell Xander. This was mojo, right? Maybe it could be reversed. Maybe Xander never had to know! Maybe Willow could fix it! That’s it!! Get back home. Wait for Xander to go to bed. Call in on Red.
A plan. Thank all the gods. A bloody good plan. A plan that was going to work.
So why did Spike still feel like throwing up?
Talking of which.
“Do you feel sick?”
“Do I feel sick?” Xander repeated. “Why would I feel sick?”
Spike thought quickly. “From the mojo. It knocked us out, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. No. I feel fine. Do you feel sick?”
“A little,” Spike confessed, his nausea brought on by entirely different reasons.
“Oh. Maybe the mojo hit you worse?”
Spike almost laughed. “Doubt that, pet. I really fucking doubt that.”
TBC…
Stars.
Night sky.
Hmm. Strange. What the hell? Wasn’t I underground a few moments ago?
Let's think.
Skuki demon.
Spike’s big fat mouth.
Underground lair.
Falling over.
…
“Ouch.”
Spike opened one eye at the gentle exclamation of pain. He opened the other eye and tried to focus.
Stars.
Night sky.
Hmm. Strange. What the fuck? What the bloody hell am I doing outside?
Let's think.
Skuki demon.
Telling Skuki demon a few home truths.
Underground lair.
Some kind of magical…hang on…
“Oh, fuck.”
Xander propped himself up on his elbows and glanced around. “Spike? How did we get back in the woods?”
Spike slowly sat up and turned to face his confused companion. There were no words. Someone had clearly stolen the lot of them.
“Spike? Are you listening to me?”
Spike stared, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Words, please!
“You have never looked more like a corpse than you do right now,” Xander said with a nasty glare. “Hey, Zombie-Spike, quit it!”
Xander stood and brushed himself down. His head burned with a sudden pain and a quick check revealed a cut just beneath his hairline. “Great. Can I not go *anywhere* without bleeding? Damn it.”
Xander looked down to where Spike sat still as a statue. If he didn’t move soon, he was going to end up covered in pigeons. “Spike? What the hell is going on…Spike!”
Xander’s louder, more urgent call snapped Spike from his panic-induced paralysis. “Yep, I’m on it. I got it.”
“Huh? I have no doubt that you’re on *something*, Spike, but can you just pull yourself together so that we can get the hell out of here before that big blue thing comes back?”
Spike stood. “It won’t come back.”
“How do you know?”
Spike hesitated. Was this really the time to casually say: “The big blue thing impregnated you with my child and they won’t be bothering us until the brat is born.”?
Ummmm, nope.
“Skuki wotsit got bored with us. Dropped us off on its way to the pub. It ain’t coming back, now.”
“It might,” Xander insisted.
“What, and miss last orders? Hardly.”
With a naivety that was infuriatingly endearing, Xander bought it.
Spike patted down his duster in search of wonderful, blissful, calming cigarettes. He finally pulled them out with a relieved sigh and popped one in his mouth. He was just about to light it when he had a sudden thought. Fuck! Can’t bloody smoke when Xander’s expectin’.
Spike frowned at the strange sentence his brain had conjured up. He cursed the day that he ever set foot in Sunnydale and lit the cigarette anyway. If ever there was a time that called for a smoke, it was definitely now.
“Spike?”
“Wot?”
“About earlier. You don’t have to move out…yet. I was in a bad mood, what with the Xander and Spike-napping, and you just irritated me more than usual.”
“Might not wanna stay.”
“While I’m one hundred percent certain that you would rather be anywhere other than in my basement, just so you know, you don’t have to move out.”
Spike shrugged. “There’re worse places…I think. Might hang out a while longer. Just to annoy the fuck out of you.”
Xander didn’t look surprised.
The two men walked in silence, one desperate to get home and crawl into bed for a nice cosy dream and the other desperate to wake up in a bed from a not-so-nice cosy dream.
Spike worried. This was really bad. He’d been in some dire situations before but none quite so terrifying as this. A baby? With Xander? This so had to be someone’s twisted idea of a joke. What the hell were they going to do? How the fuck was he going to tell Xander?
Hm Maybe he didn’t have to tell Xander. This was mojo, right? Maybe it could be reversed. Maybe Xander never had to know! Maybe Willow could fix it! That’s it!! Get back home. Wait for Xander to go to bed. Call in on Red.
A plan. Thank all the gods. A bloody good plan. A plan that was going to work.
So why did Spike still feel like throwing up?
Talking of which.
“Do you feel sick?”
“Do I feel sick?” Xander repeated. “Why would I feel sick?”
Spike thought quickly. “From the mojo. It knocked us out, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. No. I feel fine. Do you feel sick?”
“A little,” Spike confessed, his nausea brought on by entirely different reasons.
“Oh. Maybe the mojo hit you worse?”
Spike almost laughed. “Doubt that, pet. I really fucking doubt that.”
TBC…