Sword Of Life

By the time Xander and Spike arrived at the house Xanders arms were aching with the strain of carrying a full-grown man.
Passing Blair carefully to Spike Xander unlocked the door to the garage and followed Spike up the stairs to his apartment.
Once inside Spike carefully laid his burden on the bed and stepped back.
“Spike could you get the medical kit from the bathroom under the sink please?” Xander asked as he started to take the young mans top off.
By the time Spike returned Xander had finished striping Blairs shirt off and was working on the T-shirt that Blair had on underneath.
After a few moments Xander gave up trying to remover the T-shirt and cut it off Blair using the medical box scissors. Spike sat on the bed and gently pulled Blair into a sitting position to allow Xander easier access to Blair’s T-shirt.
Whilst Spike held Blair steady Xander wrapped his ribs. When they had finished Xander put Blair’s shirt back on and wrapped a bandage around Blair’s wrist.
Laying back him down on the bed Xander covered him up and sat back putting a bottle of pain killers on the bedside table he finished putting the rest of the medical supplies back in the box.
Spike got up and fetched a bottle of water from the fridge before dragging the chair in front of the telly over to the side of the bed and sitting down.
Xander remained sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Wot are we going to tell him?” Spike asked.
“Depends on how much he remembers and what he says. If he goes into denial then he was attacked but a group of kids on drugs, the might have injected him with some thing which caused visual hallucinations. It happens a lot around here so we followed him to make sure he got through the cemetery where they hang out safely.” Xander said looking up at Spike.
“Right, cover story then. So you do this a lot then?” Spike asked bothered by the idea of Xander bringing stranger’s home to take care of them for some unknown reason.
“No it’s the standard story that the police tell people when they report something odd.” Xander and Spike smirked at each other at the incompetence of the local police.
Xander looked back down at Blair.
“Hopefully he won’t go into denial as is would increase his chance of survival if he is aware of the dangers of this hellhole.” Xander added reaching out to brush some of Blair’s hair out of his face.
Xander froze in surprise as Blair turned his face into Xanders hand and muttered under his breath before reaching up his hand to hold Xanders and settling back down to sleep.
Leaving his hand where it was Xander frowned and looked at Spike.
“Did he just say Jim?”
“Sounded like.”
Spike waited for Xander to start wigging out and yank his hand away from Blair’s. It was obvious, at least to him, what kind of relationship Blair and this Jim had if Blair was holding ‘Jim’s’ hand like that and Spike expected Xander to be embarrassed if not disgusted.
Xander just smiled down at Blair before he started to frown.
(Here it comes) thought Spike smugly.
To his surprise Xander just turned to Spike.
“This Jim must be a real jerk to let someone as nice as Blair to leave, I wonder what happened.” Xander wondered out loud.
Spike stared at Xander for a moment before he realised that Xander wasn’t going to have a panic attack about Blair’s obvious orientation.
“Um Xanpet?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you feeling ok? Your not possessed are you?”
“Nope we’re all fine in here.” Xander said staring at Spike “Why?”
“WE?” Spike blurted out.