Lost and Forgoten Series

Spike walked into his office and shut the door.
Halfway across the room he froze.
Blood.
He could smell fresh blood.
Spike scented the air.
He knew that scent. It was Xander’s blood, but where was it coming from?
Spike tracked the scent to a letter sitting on his desk.
He sank into his chair in shock.
His name on the letter was in Xander’s handwriting.
From the scent of Xander’s blood he could tell his boy had been in a lot of pain when it had been shed.
Visions of Xander being held as a hostage and tortured ran through his mind.
Spike lifted the letter to his nose trying to identify who else had handled it.
‘Who had dared hurt his boy?’
Filtering out the scent of Xander’s blood he could smell who had delivered the note.
The scent of the person he would have to kill to get his boy back safely.
He also knew the scent of the person, the only one who had held the note other than his Xander. It was Lorne.
‘Wait a moment. Lorne?’
Spike sat back in his chair confused. Lorne was a friend of his. He would never hurt anyone let alone Xander, He would probably adopt Xander as one of his own if he ever met him. This letter must have come in another envelope addressed to Lorne asking him to pass it on to him making it harder for him to trace.
Spike could feel something in the envelope along with the letter.
Gingerly he opened the letter and pulled it out.
Into his lap fell a thin strip of leather.
Picking it up he recognised it immediately. It was a piece of his duster. The very piece he had cut off and tied around Xanders wrist himself on that last day in Sunnydale.
His symbol of his love for Xander.

Spikes hand shook as he read the note expecting a demand for money or something to have his boy returned to him.
The last thing he expected was what was actually written there.

Spike,

Guess it meant more to me than to you.

Xander.

Spike slumped in his chair as relief flooded him.
His boy was safe.
‘Wait. What did he mean ‘meant more to me than to you’?’
Spike was confused for a few moments until he realised what Xander meant.
He had asked Andrew not to tell any one about him being back.
Xander hadn’t been told he was back.
‘Oh god no, Xander must think I don’t care about him.’
Spike jumped to his feet and ran from the room.
He had to find his boy.
Lorne would know where Xander was.

Spike found Lorne in Angel’s office and demanded to know where he had got the letter.
Lorne explained about the meeting with Xander earlier in the day and how Fred had let it slip that Spike was back from the dead.
Lorne gave him Xander’s new address after Spike explained what was going on, and watched as Spike rushed off to see Xander.
He hoped Spike would get to speak to him and explain why he hadn’t told him he was back. They clearly needed each other. Lorne sent up a quick prayer to the Powers That Be any returned to his work.

Spike hesitated outside of the house.
His boys scent could be faintly detected from inside.
Spike could smell the pain his boy was in. The pain he had caused.
Did he have the right to speak to him after causing that pain?
Spike braced himself for facing the boy he had hurt so badly and knocked on the door.

His first view of his boy took his non-existent breath away.
Xanders shirt was open and he looked deliciously rumpled.
“Do you always open the door dressed like that pet?” Spike spoke before he could think.
“What are you doing here?” Xander asked angrily.
Spike could smell the pain his boy was in surging under the anger scent. Beneath it all was the wonderful fresh scent of his beloved boy.
“Can’t I come in pet?” he asked pressing his hand against the barrier keeping out.
“No. And don’t call me that.”
Spike blinked in surprise a t the venom evident in his boy’s voice.
“Please Xander” he asked moving as close to his boy as he could.
Xanders eye fluttered closed and his chin raised slightly as he breathed in Spike’s scent.
The anger scent from Xander faded to be replaced by lust.
‘Yes’ spike grinned in triumph.
“We need to talk Luv.” Spike purred.
Xander tensed up again and the pain scent returned in force.
Xander stepped back from the door and Spike bounced in anticipation of the invitation to come in.
“I think you’ve said all you need to say.”
“But I haven’t said anything.” Spike frowned in confusion.
“Exactly” Xander shut the door in Spike’s face.
Spike stood in shock staring at the door.
A crash of thunder, a flash of light and the heavens opened, the rain merging with the tears on his face as he realised that he was too late.
Six months too late.

More? If you beg nicely I might think about writing some more. *cackles evilly*