Brothers?

Disclaimer: Same as before.
Thanks for the reviews!! I only know Krycek’s character from fics, I’ve only managed to watch the first season of X-Files so far and all fics portray him in a different way, so I’m gonna do it my way from everything I’ve read. Therefore he’s probably going to end up ooc.

Tending the Wounded

“Whelp? It over?”

“Yeah, she’s dead. I’m sorry Spike, I know you loved her.”

“You did what you had to pet, can’t blame you for that. How’s your guest?”

“Out cold. We fought for a bit before I managed to knock him out. He was whispering ‘kill me’ over and over when I had him pinned and he was crying but his eyes were glazed over, like there was nobody home.”

“Tough bloke, takes a really strong will to fight a bond. Got a bucket handy?”

“No, why?”

“To make a bond a vampire drinks about half your blood and replaces it with theirs. What goes down…”

“Must come up. Right, bucket.” Xander kept the phone in place with his shoulder while he searched.
“Got it! So I can expect him to throw up. Will he wake first? What else?”

“He might come round a little, won’t be fully himself till it’s all out. Give him plenty of liquids and stuff. Treat him like you would a vamp victim you managed to save, major blood loss. When he does wake up… hang on.” Xander could hear him yelling at Angel and Wesley for more details.
“Ok, disorientation, bit of memory loss, last clear thing will be some point after Dru got him but not after the bond. Expect nightmares, irrational behaviour. Part of the bond process, he may have been an active part of it but well…”

“Spike?”

“He’ll have been raped pet.”

“What?”

“He’ll remember it at some point, it’s part of the process but by that point he would have been far enough under that he was obeying her so he was a full participant but it wasn’t really him. Get it?”

“Yeah, I get it Spike. So I can expect depression and anger at some point.”

“Got any id on him? Oh, and have you checked for other injuries yet?”

“Rang as soon as I got through the door. Don't know about id, Dru was calling him Mouse. Injuries I can treat. Should I take him to a hospital? They’ll know more about treating the psychological stuff.”

“Sure and they’ll give him a nice new jacket so he can hug himself.”

“Right, no hospitals unless he’s about to die.”

“He’s going to be pretty out of it for a while pet, you’ll have to do everything for him. When he wakes up fully give him soft food. Don’t know how long Dru had him and all she’ll have given him is blood.”

“Ok, I got all that. I better give him a check over. Call you if I need anything else.”

“Sure thing pet.” Xander moved his new flatmate so that he was leaning against the headboard as he worked first his jacket and then his shirt off. He paused as he came to the harness before removing that too, he remembered reading that it wasn’t good to leave them on all the time. It took a bit of manoeuvring but he managed to get his boots, sock and jeans off, leaving him in his boxers.

“You majorly need a bath pal, only way to get you clean enough to see the damage. Hope you’re not to shy. Don't know what to call you so I guess you're stuck with Mouse, at least till you wake up and tell me your name.” Xander left to fill the tub but a distressed noise sent him running back. He grabbed the unconscious man as his body heaved, supporting him over the bucket.
“Good thing I found a bucket. Easy, you’re alright. Don’t fight it, you need to bring it up.” He rubbed soothing circles on his back as he talked. Once he’d finished heaving he collapsed bonelessly against Xander’s chest.
“You with me?” There was no answer so Xander tipped Mouse's head back to rest against his shoulder so he could see the other man's face. Eyes closed, face relaxed, he was out cold again.
“Lets get you into the tub before you’re sick again.” He carried him into the bathroom and then eyed the four-person spa and then his unconscious burden and sighed.
“Really hope you’re not shy.” He sat the older man against the side of the tub and quickly stripped to his boxers before removing the other mans and once again lifting him. His back was going to be sore for weeks by the end. He soon had Mouse settled, sitting against his chest in the warm water, jets on low to help soothe any bruised muscles. He picked up a cloth and the soap and began to gently wash his patient.

Something was wrong, he knew that much. He was being restrained. He started struggling, trying to break free. ‘Can’t let her find me!’ He could feel something warm trying to hold him.

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re safe, I won’t hurt you.” His struggles lessoned as he listened to the voice. He didn’t know what it was saying except that it was gentle and he’d heard it before. Before when? He was so tired and everything was all jumbled up.
“Just relax, you need to sleep.” Warm hands were rubbing his skin, soothing him towards deeper sleep. He managed to flutter his eyes open for a second, enough to make out a blurred face, before he succumbed to his body’s exhaustion and slept.

Xander relaxed his grip as the other man went limp with either sleep or unconsciousness. He hoped it was sleep, he needed it to heal. His head hurt from where he’d hit it against the wall while trying to restrain the slightly smaller man. He quickly finished washing Mouse and stood them both up. Once out of the tub he carefully patted him dry, mindful of the multitude of lacerations and bruises. He paused over the stump of Mouse's left arm, he’d seen enough injuries to know it hadn’t been done surgically or with a single blow. He laid him out on the bed to tend his injuries before slipping Mouse into a pair of his sweats and pulling the covers up. Once that was done he cleaned out the bucket, trying not to breath in the smell of regurgitated old blood, before having a quick shower and redressing. He managed to get a few mouthfuls of Gatorade into him before falling asleep himself.

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Xander held Mouse tightly to his chest as he thrashed, trapped in a nightmare. He was exhausted himself from the constant care. If it wasn’t a nightmare he was throwing up or his dressings needed changing. He barely managed to grab the bucket as Mouse once again began to heave.

“Not much longer. There can’t be much left anymore. You’re dong great, just hang on. “ He lessened his grip as the other man passed out again.
“This is getting very repetitive.” Three days already! He groaned as the phone rang, flinging out an arm to snag it.
“What?” He all but snarled.

“Xander?”

“Sorry Giles, haven’t had much sleep. What’s up?”

“That’s alright. Late night patrolling?”

“Yeah. So what can I do for you?”

“We’ve heard rumours that sound like a Slayer in New Orleans. As you are the closest Council member I was hoping you could look into it.” Xander groaned.

“I can’t at the moment Giles something came up. Besides, I thought Willow was down that way?”

“Well yes, but she and Kennedy were, well...”

“Yeah well they can handle it Giles. I’m exhausted, I need a break. In fact as of now I’m taking a two-month holiday. Unless it’s the end of the world I don’t want to know.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Like I said, I’m tired G-man. When was the last time I had a break?”

“Uh, well…”

“Exactly. Please Giles, I can’t do this at the moment.”

“Very well, I’ll tell the others.”

“Thanks. See you in two months.”

“Indeed. Xander?”

“Yeah?”

“Look after yourself.”

“You too G-man.” He managed to put the phone down before he was once again trying to gently restrain a thrashing body.

TBC…
Shorter than the first I know.