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3 Inches
Chapter 03
Barely four hours later Spike wakes, with a starcarecared, he presses himself deeper into his covers and into a corner of the unfamiliar room. He finds himself naked, which isn’t unusual for him when in bed, but he can’t see his duster and the white blankets remind him of the initiative. He clamps his mouth shut to stop himself from screaming, holds his hands over his ears to block out the penetrating rattling above him.
When the alarm clock starts to let out its furious cry, Xander can’t believe it. He feels as if he hasn’t slept at all. Groaning, Xander turns over and grabs the angry clock which is rattling and jumping all over the surface of the bedside cupboard, vibrating from thud rud ringing sound emitting from it.
Eventually he turns it off.
Blessed silence.
The old-fashioned alarm clock is the loudest Xander could find, as he always has problems waking up in the morning after the late night patrols. Not everybody has slayer or vampire constitution.
Vampire!
He sits uht sht suddenly in the bed, looking at the nearly closed drawer.
God. Spike!
Carefully, he knocks on the drawer. “Spike? It’s Xander. Are you okay? I forgot to tell you about my alarm clock. Sorry.” There is no answer but Xander doubts Spike is still asleep after the alarm went off. He must be scared.
“I’ll open the drawer now. Alright?” Again there is no answer so Xander just pulls the drawer slowly open.
The room around Spike starts to move, the ceiling sliding back slowly, the wood making a gnashing sound that makes him shudder.
“Hey Spike, it’s Xander.” The youth says again, voice low and gentle. And when Spike sees the oversized finger tip, his memory of the last night comes crashing back to him. Brown caring eyes look at the tiny figure intently and Spike groans in despair.
“It wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Sadly, Xander shakes his head, indicating that this is the reality, that Spike really was the victim of a bad spell that made him 3hes hes tall.
“You okay as far as…” Spike nods and slumps back down, hugging the handkerchiefs around him.
“I’ll go showerck ick in a few. I still have to go to work.” With that Xander goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving the vamp alone in his misery. For just a moment Spike considers his possible day time activities in this …state he is in. No. He wouldn’t stay here, couldn’t be alone. Who knows what may happen to him if the witch or the watcher’d come to get him? He looks at one of his white blankets thoughtfully then rips into the fabric.
Under the shower Xander considers what to do with Spike. He dreads to take the vamp with him to his work but also he can’t leave him here on his own. Wills has a key to his apartment and if she came by and found MiniSpike she could be tempted to try all kinds of stuff to… oh god, does he really think that badly of good old Wills?
Sadly, he has to admit to himself that yes, he does thatthat Spike is right with his assumption that something is coming and it won’t be the nice kind of coming for sure.
In the end, he eventually says to himself, Spike can still decide for himself. We’ll see what he says.
Out of the shower and dressed, back in his bed-/living-room/kitchen, still rubbing at his hair with a yellow towel to dry it, he stops short. Spike stands on the bedside table, a handkerchief around him like…
“Are you going for Arabic rich man or religious sacrifice?” Spike’s lips quirk up.
“Usually I am the one doing the sacrificing and I don’t have the turban, do I?”
Xander goes over and takes one of the little torn off pieces of fabric. “Hm… could make you one! Just look over there and tilt your head…”
“Oh no mate! Not the hair! Never the hair!” Spike yells in mock-shocked voice.
“Thought Deadboy was the one oh-so-sensible about the sticky things on his head.”
“Comes with the … “ Heritage. Spike nearly says, but stops himself just in time. “… poofiness.” He concludes lamely.
“Yeah, right.” Xander frowns, thinking about his job again and what Spike will think of him after he knows what Xander does. Not that Xander cares about Spike’s opinion about his life or job or whatever. And whether it’s just because Spike is the only non-oestrogen laden …person in Xander’s proximity.
Well, there is Giles but Xander do Gil Giles has room for oestrogen or testosterone when he is saturated by all his British stuffiness and his staid watcher-esque behaviour and Ripper really isn’t friend-material.
"Xander? Is there any chance you could…um, what I mean is, I don't want t…" S…" Spike takes a deep breath and tries again. "Would you allow me to accompany you on your lengthy, but necessary, sojourn to the place of your employ, thus enabling me to make use of such facilities, as may be needed, without being placed in the ignominious position of having to ask for.." Spike trails off when he sees the look of shock on the youth’s face. “Wot?”
“You did this thing…”
“Thing?”
“Called me by my name.”
“So?”
“And I didn’t understand one word of what you said.”
“Erm…I was asking if you..”
“Shit.. I am late for work!” He suddenly exclaims after he takes a look at the alarm clock just behind Spike.
“Harris, I need you to…”
“Spike…” Xander searches through Spike’s duster until he finds what he searches for: the pack of cigarettes.
“You really think now is the moment to start smoking?”
“HUH?” Xander takes out the cigarettes and stuffs them back in the duster pocket, he lays the pack down besides Spike and then gets Spike’s clothes together in another duffel bag, grabs them and slings them around his shoulders onto his back. He hurries to make a quick clean up of the bathroom and living room/kitchen area and then stands before Spike. “Get into the pack.”
“Are you kidding?” Wide, blue eyes stare in utter disbelief at Xander.
“I am not coming back here and I have to take you with me and I don’t want to crush you, so you have to get into the pack that offers at least some protection and I’ll put it into my shirt pocket.” Xander indicates his chest, just over his heart.
“You’ll take me with you?”
“If you get into that pack in the next three seconds: yes. Otherwise: no.”
“Bossy git!” Spike hisses and climbs into the pack, which Xander takes and puts, as promised, in his chest pocket. “Ready?” The youth asks, when Spike pushes open the lid of the cig pack so he can see where they are going.
“Yep. Off we go.” And Spike grins, then shuts the lid again to keep himself safe from the rays of the barely rising sun. “Not so stupid this boy.” He murmurs to himself, before he settles down on the bottom of the pack and lets himself be lulled to sleep by the boy’s movements and his slightly faster than usual, but regular, heartbeat.
Xander is scared and excited at the same time, none of the scoobies know about his job or that he’s going to move. It’s not that Xander wouldn’t tell them. They just didn’t show any interest and he is still disappointed in them. At least Wills could have asked once in a while how he is doing. They are too stressed by their own life. College and all. He understands. Really. It just… well yes, kinda hurts.
The bleached blond may find it kinda comfortable right now but as soon as he is restored to his old self he’ll be back to his bad ass attitude and Xander can already hear the snarky comments and the mocking laughter. Whatever. Doesn’t mean a thing to him. And his white knight insists on helping the Minivamp… just can’t help it.
The journey to work takes him about half an hour. It’s near the docks but not quite in the docks district. Close to the city’s core but not quite in the center. As usual, he stops for a second before he enters the big grey building, strains his ears for unusual voices or signs of a fight, he looks up to the emergency bulb and finds it not lit up, meaning everything should be alright. So he steps inside.
“You stink of vampire, toyboy. Got yourself turned have you?” Broum has him by the throat, nearly lifting him off his feet, his back to the door. Spike is awakened quickly by the suddenly increasing heartbeat. It pounds like it wants to beat its way out of Xander’s chest and the boy reeks of shock and confusion, and just a bit of fear.
“Let me go, I have not been turned! I came from out there!” Xander indicates the sidewalk, on which, the sun shines down with all the power of her early morning rays.
Fuck, Xander knows, has always known there was something off about Broum and his wife Garld, suspected they were demons of some kind, even if their appearance – two middle-aged average people – gives nothing away.
“So what, you did the nasty with one of that bunch?” Broum frowns at him.
“Didn’t think you were that…”
“What, so dumb as to do that? I didn’t.” Xander shoots back, on defensive mode.
“Actually I was going for ‘Didn’t think you were that audacious’.”
“Oh.” Garld chooses that moment to appear from the back of the shop, grinning widely until she comes closer to him and also smells ‘vampire’ on him.
“Oh boy, what did you get yourself into this time?” She asks concerned and Xander has to chuckle. These two are the parents he always wanted to have.
“Well since I now know that you know… I have to erm… you know I am friends with the slayer?”
Broum and Garld start to laugh, then Garld tugs at his arm, whispering. “Of course we know that. We are informed about your life.” She says and sniffs at him again. “Soooo, you wanna tell us why you reek like a vampire? An old one nonetheless?” She smiles warmly.
“Erm…” Xander makes a gesture as if writing something down and Broum nods, and goes over to his desk, getting notepad and pencil. Xander takes it, writes down a few sentences and gives it back. Broum takes it and reads it, clamps his hand over his mouth so as not to laugh out loud. Garld takes the notepad from him and reads it too. Her eyes dance with laughter, but she contains it better than her husband and makes an encouraging gesture.
“Well, I have a vampire with me, Willow… you know Willow?”
“We don’t know her but we know about her.” Garld says with a frown.
“Well, she did a spell and it went wrong. A … friend, the vampire, his size was decreased down to about three inches.”
“And where is he now?” Garld asks, getting this curious where-is-the-cutie-look. Uh oh.
“Erm here.” Xander points to his pocket and then looks around, searching for a place away from the eyes of potential customers and without direct sunlight.
“Can we use your office?” Xander asks Garld and she nods, turning and going there, the two men hot on her heels. Garld sits down on her chair and Broum takes the one in front of her desk.
Xander turns away from them, getting the pack out and opening the lid. Alarmed, the vampire stares at the youth in full gameface. “Spike,” Xander says, taking a deep breath before continuing. "… we're at my work place. My boss and his wife want to see you. They're demons too…" He trails off when he hears the low snickers from Broum and Garld.
"Can't say I like it. But don't have a choice, do I?" Spike murmured, displeased.
"Okay then." Xander says and turns around to the desk. He carefully sets the pack of …Spike *snicker* down and the vamp climbs out elegantly.
"Name's Spike." He says and tries to be as cocky as always, as nonchalant and cool as he appears when he is in his normal size. Broum takes in a ragged breath and hisses "William the Bloody" under his breath.
Garld just squeals as foreseen… "God, aren't you the littlest cutie?"
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3 Inches
Chapter 03
Barely four hours later Spike wakes, with a starcarecared, he presses himself deeper into his covers and into a corner of the unfamiliar room. He finds himself naked, which isn’t unusual for him when in bed, but he can’t see his duster and the white blankets remind him of the initiative. He clamps his mouth shut to stop himself from screaming, holds his hands over his ears to block out the penetrating rattling above him.
When the alarm clock starts to let out its furious cry, Xander can’t believe it. He feels as if he hasn’t slept at all. Groaning, Xander turns over and grabs the angry clock which is rattling and jumping all over the surface of the bedside cupboard, vibrating from thud rud ringing sound emitting from it.
Eventually he turns it off.
Blessed silence.
The old-fashioned alarm clock is the loudest Xander could find, as he always has problems waking up in the morning after the late night patrols. Not everybody has slayer or vampire constitution.
Vampire!
He sits uht sht suddenly in the bed, looking at the nearly closed drawer.
God. Spike!
Carefully, he knocks on the drawer. “Spike? It’s Xander. Are you okay? I forgot to tell you about my alarm clock. Sorry.” There is no answer but Xander doubts Spike is still asleep after the alarm went off. He must be scared.
“I’ll open the drawer now. Alright?” Again there is no answer so Xander just pulls the drawer slowly open.
The room around Spike starts to move, the ceiling sliding back slowly, the wood making a gnashing sound that makes him shudder.
“Hey Spike, it’s Xander.” The youth says again, voice low and gentle. And when Spike sees the oversized finger tip, his memory of the last night comes crashing back to him. Brown caring eyes look at the tiny figure intently and Spike groans in despair.
“It wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Sadly, Xander shakes his head, indicating that this is the reality, that Spike really was the victim of a bad spell that made him 3hes hes tall.
“You okay as far as…” Spike nods and slumps back down, hugging the handkerchiefs around him.
“I’ll go showerck ick in a few. I still have to go to work.” With that Xander goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, leaving the vamp alone in his misery. For just a moment Spike considers his possible day time activities in this …state he is in. No. He wouldn’t stay here, couldn’t be alone. Who knows what may happen to him if the witch or the watcher’d come to get him? He looks at one of his white blankets thoughtfully then rips into the fabric.
Under the shower Xander considers what to do with Spike. He dreads to take the vamp with him to his work but also he can’t leave him here on his own. Wills has a key to his apartment and if she came by and found MiniSpike she could be tempted to try all kinds of stuff to… oh god, does he really think that badly of good old Wills?
Sadly, he has to admit to himself that yes, he does thatthat Spike is right with his assumption that something is coming and it won’t be the nice kind of coming for sure.
In the end, he eventually says to himself, Spike can still decide for himself. We’ll see what he says.
Out of the shower and dressed, back in his bed-/living-room/kitchen, still rubbing at his hair with a yellow towel to dry it, he stops short. Spike stands on the bedside table, a handkerchief around him like…
“Are you going for Arabic rich man or religious sacrifice?” Spike’s lips quirk up.
“Usually I am the one doing the sacrificing and I don’t have the turban, do I?”
Xander goes over and takes one of the little torn off pieces of fabric. “Hm… could make you one! Just look over there and tilt your head…”
“Oh no mate! Not the hair! Never the hair!” Spike yells in mock-shocked voice.
“Thought Deadboy was the one oh-so-sensible about the sticky things on his head.”
“Comes with the … “ Heritage. Spike nearly says, but stops himself just in time. “… poofiness.” He concludes lamely.
“Yeah, right.” Xander frowns, thinking about his job again and what Spike will think of him after he knows what Xander does. Not that Xander cares about Spike’s opinion about his life or job or whatever. And whether it’s just because Spike is the only non-oestrogen laden …person in Xander’s proximity.
Well, there is Giles but Xander do Gil Giles has room for oestrogen or testosterone when he is saturated by all his British stuffiness and his staid watcher-esque behaviour and Ripper really isn’t friend-material.
"Xander? Is there any chance you could…um, what I mean is, I don't want t…" S…" Spike takes a deep breath and tries again. "Would you allow me to accompany you on your lengthy, but necessary, sojourn to the place of your employ, thus enabling me to make use of such facilities, as may be needed, without being placed in the ignominious position of having to ask for.." Spike trails off when he sees the look of shock on the youth’s face. “Wot?”
“You did this thing…”
“Thing?”
“Called me by my name.”
“So?”
“And I didn’t understand one word of what you said.”
“Erm…I was asking if you..”
“Shit.. I am late for work!” He suddenly exclaims after he takes a look at the alarm clock just behind Spike.
“Harris, I need you to…”
“Spike…” Xander searches through Spike’s duster until he finds what he searches for: the pack of cigarettes.
“You really think now is the moment to start smoking?”
“HUH?” Xander takes out the cigarettes and stuffs them back in the duster pocket, he lays the pack down besides Spike and then gets Spike’s clothes together in another duffel bag, grabs them and slings them around his shoulders onto his back. He hurries to make a quick clean up of the bathroom and living room/kitchen area and then stands before Spike. “Get into the pack.”
“Are you kidding?” Wide, blue eyes stare in utter disbelief at Xander.
“I am not coming back here and I have to take you with me and I don’t want to crush you, so you have to get into the pack that offers at least some protection and I’ll put it into my shirt pocket.” Xander indicates his chest, just over his heart.
“You’ll take me with you?”
“If you get into that pack in the next three seconds: yes. Otherwise: no.”
“Bossy git!” Spike hisses and climbs into the pack, which Xander takes and puts, as promised, in his chest pocket. “Ready?” The youth asks, when Spike pushes open the lid of the cig pack so he can see where they are going.
“Yep. Off we go.” And Spike grins, then shuts the lid again to keep himself safe from the rays of the barely rising sun. “Not so stupid this boy.” He murmurs to himself, before he settles down on the bottom of the pack and lets himself be lulled to sleep by the boy’s movements and his slightly faster than usual, but regular, heartbeat.
Xander is scared and excited at the same time, none of the scoobies know about his job or that he’s going to move. It’s not that Xander wouldn’t tell them. They just didn’t show any interest and he is still disappointed in them. At least Wills could have asked once in a while how he is doing. They are too stressed by their own life. College and all. He understands. Really. It just… well yes, kinda hurts.
The bleached blond may find it kinda comfortable right now but as soon as he is restored to his old self he’ll be back to his bad ass attitude and Xander can already hear the snarky comments and the mocking laughter. Whatever. Doesn’t mean a thing to him. And his white knight insists on helping the Minivamp… just can’t help it.
The journey to work takes him about half an hour. It’s near the docks but not quite in the docks district. Close to the city’s core but not quite in the center. As usual, he stops for a second before he enters the big grey building, strains his ears for unusual voices or signs of a fight, he looks up to the emergency bulb and finds it not lit up, meaning everything should be alright. So he steps inside.
“You stink of vampire, toyboy. Got yourself turned have you?” Broum has him by the throat, nearly lifting him off his feet, his back to the door. Spike is awakened quickly by the suddenly increasing heartbeat. It pounds like it wants to beat its way out of Xander’s chest and the boy reeks of shock and confusion, and just a bit of fear.
“Let me go, I have not been turned! I came from out there!” Xander indicates the sidewalk, on which, the sun shines down with all the power of her early morning rays.
Fuck, Xander knows, has always known there was something off about Broum and his wife Garld, suspected they were demons of some kind, even if their appearance – two middle-aged average people – gives nothing away.
“So what, you did the nasty with one of that bunch?” Broum frowns at him.
“Didn’t think you were that…”
“What, so dumb as to do that? I didn’t.” Xander shoots back, on defensive mode.
“Actually I was going for ‘Didn’t think you were that audacious’.”
“Oh.” Garld chooses that moment to appear from the back of the shop, grinning widely until she comes closer to him and also smells ‘vampire’ on him.
“Oh boy, what did you get yourself into this time?” She asks concerned and Xander has to chuckle. These two are the parents he always wanted to have.
“Well since I now know that you know… I have to erm… you know I am friends with the slayer?”
Broum and Garld start to laugh, then Garld tugs at his arm, whispering. “Of course we know that. We are informed about your life.” She says and sniffs at him again. “Soooo, you wanna tell us why you reek like a vampire? An old one nonetheless?” She smiles warmly.
“Erm…” Xander makes a gesture as if writing something down and Broum nods, and goes over to his desk, getting notepad and pencil. Xander takes it, writes down a few sentences and gives it back. Broum takes it and reads it, clamps his hand over his mouth so as not to laugh out loud. Garld takes the notepad from him and reads it too. Her eyes dance with laughter, but she contains it better than her husband and makes an encouraging gesture.
“Well, I have a vampire with me, Willow… you know Willow?”
“We don’t know her but we know about her.” Garld says with a frown.
“Well, she did a spell and it went wrong. A … friend, the vampire, his size was decreased down to about three inches.”
“And where is he now?” Garld asks, getting this curious where-is-the-cutie-look. Uh oh.
“Erm here.” Xander points to his pocket and then looks around, searching for a place away from the eyes of potential customers and without direct sunlight.
“Can we use your office?” Xander asks Garld and she nods, turning and going there, the two men hot on her heels. Garld sits down on her chair and Broum takes the one in front of her desk.
Xander turns away from them, getting the pack out and opening the lid. Alarmed, the vampire stares at the youth in full gameface. “Spike,” Xander says, taking a deep breath before continuing. "… we're at my work place. My boss and his wife want to see you. They're demons too…" He trails off when he hears the low snickers from Broum and Garld.
"Can't say I like it. But don't have a choice, do I?" Spike murmured, displeased.
"Okay then." Xander says and turns around to the desk. He carefully sets the pack of …Spike *snicker* down and the vamp climbs out elegantly.
"Name's Spike." He says and tries to be as cocky as always, as nonchalant and cool as he appears when he is in his normal size. Broum takes in a ragged breath and hisses "William the Bloody" under his breath.
Garld just squeals as foreseen… "God, aren't you the littlest cutie?"
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