Quantum Xander II: In Wake of the Curse
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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~PART 49~
Part 49
Spike had drifted off on the couch with the book hanging limply in his hand. The ringing of the telephone startled him awake. He grabbed up the receiver before it could wake Xander and snarled into the phone.
“What!?”
There was silence on the other end of the line and then finally a quiet voice, one that Spike recognized as the slayer’s sister spoke.
“Spike?”
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“Did you… did you find Buffy?”
“Not that Spike.”
“Oh. Oh! I forgot, sorry. Is Xander there? I, I need to talk to him.”
“He’s sleeping. Can this wait?”
“N-no, not really. We, we found Halfrek. She’s been … changed.”
“Good. Why does this concern Xan?”
“She’s a Bringer.”
“Yeah, and?”
“And Giles wants to question her - find out what, if anything she knows about Caleb and The First. He thinks Xander might be able to do a spell as she can’t talk - her tongue has been ripped out.”
Spike blinked. Well, this was unexpected.
“Right. I’ll wake him; we’ll be there in a bit.”
Spike hung up the phone and shook his head. Served the bitch right, after everything she had put his Xan-pet through, she deserved her fate. Hells, she deserved a hell of a lot worse. Being human and then made a mindless servant for evil was nothing compared to what he would have done to her.
Spike was not looking forward to having to wake Xander. He looked so peaceful lying there on the soft blue sheets. Nevertheless, he knew the young man would be angry if he didn’t wake him. His friends needed him and Xander needed to help his friends. Spike sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Xander’s slack mouth.
“Xander. Xan, love. Wake up.”
Xander stirred and then opened one sleepy brown eye.
“Spike?”
“Yeah, love. Slayer’s sis just called. Seems they need you to do a little mojo for them. They have a Bringer in custody and want to question it.”
“K, why me though?”
“Her tongue’s been torn out; they need some kind of mind link or something.”
Xander snorted.
“What do they think I am? A Vulcan? Geez.”
Spike chuckled.
“Something like that. I’m guessin’ you should take a gander in that book o’ yours. Might have just the thing you need.”
“Oh yeah, good idea.”
Xander climbed out of bed and retrieved his book. He flipped idly through the pages until he came to a stop on the one page so far that actually had words on it.
“I’m never going to get used to this.”
“What’s that, love?”
“This … words-appearing-before-my-eyes stuff. It’s creepy.”
“Yeah, well you won’t get an argument from me. All mojo is creepy as far as I’m concerned.”
“Even when it brings you back to me?”
“Never said I wasn’t grateful for it, just that it’s creepy. Is that the spell you need?”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna need someone to act as a voice for the Bringer. Talk about creepy.”
Xander shuddered and closed the book. He handed it to Spike and picked up his clothes off the floor. He got dressed and then took the book back from his mate before tilting his head in question.
“No word from Spike yet?”
“No. Dawn thought I was him, asked if I’d found her sis.”
“Hmm, well, if he hasn’t shown up by the time we’re done with the Bringer, we’ll go look for them.”
“Xander?”
“Yeah?”
“The Bringer, it’s… it’s Halfrek.”
Xander’s eyes bugged out in shock and then he shook his head sadly.
“A fitting end, I suppose. Come on, let’s get this over with.”
It didn’t take long to drive to the Summers’ house. The streets of Sunnydale were deserted so there was no point in stopping for red lights or stop signs.
They walked into slayer central and took a good look around. The place seemed somewhat different, as if by Buffy’s leaving, the whole feel of the place had changed. Xander shook himself out of his thoughts and headed to the basement. He nodded to the young girl - Vi, he thought her name was - who had told him where the others were waiting for him.
He wasn’t quite prepared for the sight of Halfrek chained to the wall and sitting on Spike’s old cot. He felt the calming presence of his mate’s hand on his shoulder and closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, he was under control.
“Alright, let’s do this.”
Spike watched the others as Xander performed the spell. He didn’t know a whole lot about this group, but he knew what they meant to Xander. The witch, Willow, was paying special attention to the spell; her lover was paying attention to her. The watcher and the dark-haired slayer were keeping an eye on the bound Bringer, and Andrew was sitting a ways back in the corner, looking like he didn’t want be there - which was probably true as Xander had designated him to be the voice for Halfrek.
“It’s done.”
Xander’s quiet statement brought them all back into focus. Giles turned his attention to Halfrek.
“Speak to us.”
“I am a drone in the mind that is evil.”
Andrew spoke.
“I say I’m part of the great darkness. I’m only a fragment of the we. We work as one to serve the First.”
Giles interrupted with a question.
“Okay, what do you - the we - do for the First?”
“We work to prepare for the inevitable battle.”
Kennedy grabbed a knife and put it to Halfrek’s throat.
“How? Tell me exactly what the Bringers are doing.”
Giles sighed.
“Kennedy, she can’t see the knife.”
“We can feel the knife.”
Andrew answered.
“We attend to the needs of the infinite evil. We exterminate girls and destroy the legacy of the slayer. We build an arsenal beneath the dirt. We obey the commands of our teacher, Caleb.”
Giles took the knife from Kennedy, and Spike spoke up for the first time.
“Hang on, go back to that dirt thing.”
“We build weapons to prepare for the coming war… at the farthest edge of town. We are everywhere. We are like the ocean’s waves. We watch your efforts and are not scared. We will laugh at you as you die.”
Giles, having heard enough, took the knife and slit Hallie’s throat. Andrew jumped up from his chair holding his neck.
“What the bananas?! You are so lucky that you did not just… magically decapitate me.”
Giles put the knife down and addressed the group.
“We have what we needed. Gather maps, we need to find a subterranean space large enough to house an armory.”
Everyone began to file out of the room and Andrew - who was still rubbing his neck muttered softly,
“I feel used and violated, and… I need a lozenge.”
Xander shook his head a little sadly at what he had to put Andrew through and then smiled as Spike stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“You alright then, love?”
Spike kissed Xander’s neck.
“Yeah. I am now.”
Spike had drifted off on the couch with the book hanging limply in his hand. The ringing of the telephone startled him awake. He grabbed up the receiver before it could wake Xander and snarled into the phone.
“What!?”
There was silence on the other end of the line and then finally a quiet voice, one that Spike recognized as the slayer’s sister spoke.
“Spike?”
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“Did you… did you find Buffy?”
“Not that Spike.”
“Oh. Oh! I forgot, sorry. Is Xander there? I, I need to talk to him.”
“He’s sleeping. Can this wait?”
“N-no, not really. We, we found Halfrek. She’s been … changed.”
“Good. Why does this concern Xan?”
“She’s a Bringer.”
“Yeah, and?”
“And Giles wants to question her - find out what, if anything she knows about Caleb and The First. He thinks Xander might be able to do a spell as she can’t talk - her tongue has been ripped out.”
Spike blinked. Well, this was unexpected.
“Right. I’ll wake him; we’ll be there in a bit.”
Spike hung up the phone and shook his head. Served the bitch right, after everything she had put his Xan-pet through, she deserved her fate. Hells, she deserved a hell of a lot worse. Being human and then made a mindless servant for evil was nothing compared to what he would have done to her.
Spike was not looking forward to having to wake Xander. He looked so peaceful lying there on the soft blue sheets. Nevertheless, he knew the young man would be angry if he didn’t wake him. His friends needed him and Xander needed to help his friends. Spike sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Xander’s slack mouth.
“Xander. Xan, love. Wake up.”
Xander stirred and then opened one sleepy brown eye.
“Spike?”
“Yeah, love. Slayer’s sis just called. Seems they need you to do a little mojo for them. They have a Bringer in custody and want to question it.”
“K, why me though?”
“Her tongue’s been torn out; they need some kind of mind link or something.”
Xander snorted.
“What do they think I am? A Vulcan? Geez.”
Spike chuckled.
“Something like that. I’m guessin’ you should take a gander in that book o’ yours. Might have just the thing you need.”
“Oh yeah, good idea.”
Xander climbed out of bed and retrieved his book. He flipped idly through the pages until he came to a stop on the one page so far that actually had words on it.
“I’m never going to get used to this.”
“What’s that, love?”
“This … words-appearing-before-my-eyes stuff. It’s creepy.”
“Yeah, well you won’t get an argument from me. All mojo is creepy as far as I’m concerned.”
“Even when it brings you back to me?”
“Never said I wasn’t grateful for it, just that it’s creepy. Is that the spell you need?”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna need someone to act as a voice for the Bringer. Talk about creepy.”
Xander shuddered and closed the book. He handed it to Spike and picked up his clothes off the floor. He got dressed and then took the book back from his mate before tilting his head in question.
“No word from Spike yet?”
“No. Dawn thought I was him, asked if I’d found her sis.”
“Hmm, well, if he hasn’t shown up by the time we’re done with the Bringer, we’ll go look for them.”
“Xander?”
“Yeah?”
“The Bringer, it’s… it’s Halfrek.”
Xander’s eyes bugged out in shock and then he shook his head sadly.
“A fitting end, I suppose. Come on, let’s get this over with.”
It didn’t take long to drive to the Summers’ house. The streets of Sunnydale were deserted so there was no point in stopping for red lights or stop signs.
They walked into slayer central and took a good look around. The place seemed somewhat different, as if by Buffy’s leaving, the whole feel of the place had changed. Xander shook himself out of his thoughts and headed to the basement. He nodded to the young girl - Vi, he thought her name was - who had told him where the others were waiting for him.
He wasn’t quite prepared for the sight of Halfrek chained to the wall and sitting on Spike’s old cot. He felt the calming presence of his mate’s hand on his shoulder and closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, he was under control.
“Alright, let’s do this.”
Spike watched the others as Xander performed the spell. He didn’t know a whole lot about this group, but he knew what they meant to Xander. The witch, Willow, was paying special attention to the spell; her lover was paying attention to her. The watcher and the dark-haired slayer were keeping an eye on the bound Bringer, and Andrew was sitting a ways back in the corner, looking like he didn’t want be there - which was probably true as Xander had designated him to be the voice for Halfrek.
“It’s done.”
Xander’s quiet statement brought them all back into focus. Giles turned his attention to Halfrek.
“Speak to us.”
“I am a drone in the mind that is evil.”
Andrew spoke.
“I say I’m part of the great darkness. I’m only a fragment of the we. We work as one to serve the First.”
Giles interrupted with a question.
“Okay, what do you - the we - do for the First?”
“We work to prepare for the inevitable battle.”
Kennedy grabbed a knife and put it to Halfrek’s throat.
“How? Tell me exactly what the Bringers are doing.”
Giles sighed.
“Kennedy, she can’t see the knife.”
“We can feel the knife.”
Andrew answered.
“We attend to the needs of the infinite evil. We exterminate girls and destroy the legacy of the slayer. We build an arsenal beneath the dirt. We obey the commands of our teacher, Caleb.”
Giles took the knife from Kennedy, and Spike spoke up for the first time.
“Hang on, go back to that dirt thing.”
“We build weapons to prepare for the coming war… at the farthest edge of town. We are everywhere. We are like the ocean’s waves. We watch your efforts and are not scared. We will laugh at you as you die.”
Giles, having heard enough, took the knife and slit Hallie’s throat. Andrew jumped up from his chair holding his neck.
“What the bananas?! You are so lucky that you did not just… magically decapitate me.”
Giles put the knife down and addressed the group.
“We have what we needed. Gather maps, we need to find a subterranean space large enough to house an armory.”
Everyone began to file out of the room and Andrew - who was still rubbing his neck muttered softly,
“I feel used and violated, and… I need a lozenge.”
Xander shook his head a little sadly at what he had to put Andrew through and then smiled as Spike stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“You alright then, love?”
Spike kissed Xander’s neck.
“Yeah. I am now.”