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Pack and Something More	By : YaoiGoddess Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - Slash - Male/Male Views: 7251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I�ll try my best to explain the walking coma bit. It seems to have a couple of people confused. It just sounded so good in my head ya know? We�ll just smile and go with it okay? And for the time being I�m completely ignoring everything beyond season 4�simply because I can. Though make no mistake, I love Dawn to death, perhaps I�ll find a way to work her in� ::shrugs::

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Spike was still sitting at the kitchen table staring in the direction that Jessica had ran, ice bag pressed to his bruised and swelling face. He was still trying to figure out what was happening, being more than a little baffled at the idea of there being three slayers. And if there could be three�was it possible that more could exist? He�d heard that Buffy had died at the Master�s hands, an evil smile graced his injured features, the old toad had drowned the bint. But the Whelp had brought her back�which activated the slayer that his darling Dru had killed. Which brought Faith into the loop, but that explained nothing about Jessica. She�d said something about dieing at eighteen, which ultimately meant that she�d been dead for a few moments before being revived�like Buffy. Doubt the council of Wankers knows about this one. Otherwise she�d still have a Watcher keepin� an eye on her.

He moved the ice bag to another knot on his face, switching hands and taking an unneeded breath to sigh. The sun wasn�t even down yet and he was ready to call it a night and crawl back into the boy�s bed and sleep. �cept if he found me there he�d probably throw me out the door and give his Da a good dust bath. And that�s not really on my list of things to do today.

Briefly he considered getting up and following after Jessica, because honestly, he�d just discovered there was a slayer that was well past thirty and he was extremely curious. Not like there�s much else to do. Passions isn�t on, Whelp�s not here to annoy, and it�s still daylight. Don�t fancy goin� out just yet. Not that goin� out at night is much better. Bloody Initiative. He was still contemplating getting up, when he heard the boy�s footfalls approaching the house. He�d recognize the sound anywhere except�something was different.

Spike tilted his head to the side, moving the ice bag away from his ear so he could concentrate on the hurried steps as they entered the house. They were softer than they should be, cautious, but hurried. And then Xander entered the kitchen and the musk of wolves filled the room and the evil undead blinked in utter confusion a quick �Bloody Hell� leaving his busted mouth in astonishment. Whatever the woman was, the son had inherited it to some degree. To some extent it reminded him of what Red�s old beau had smelled like. Except werewolves weren�t quite natural, and had a strangeness about them that set them apart from regular wolves. The Whelp and his Mum were different; it was an older scent, the clean smell of wild things after a rain. And above all there was a hint of safety there that he couldn�t put his finger on.

He raised a battered face to the boy, blue eyes meeting deep brown orbs and he tilted his head further, wondering what the Whelp was thinking.

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Xander rounded the corner after bursting into the house and then just stopped�and stared. Spike, the evil undead jerk was sitting at the kitchen table, staring in the direction of the hallway. However once he stepped into the kitchen blue eyes turned on him and held his gaze, wounded lips uttering a soft exclamation that he normally wouldn�t have heard. But the wolf was awake and things were much sharper than they had been. It felt so long since graduation�that was the last time they had run.

They stared at one another for a moment more, brown eyes taking in the damaged face and Xander growled, moving farther into the room, swift and light on his feet. He stopped though when Spike tensed, the vampire�s body rigid and ready to bolt. Slowly he took a breath to calm down, and proceeded to move much slower this time. Spike looked at him with a confused and not very trusting gaze. Not that he had any reason to trust Xander after all�he�d tied the guy to a chair.

Xander kept moving, ever so slowly, going so far as to drop down to all fours trying his best to convey that he was of no threat. He didn�t want to spook the injured vampire�and wasn�t that an amusing thought. Xander the �Zeppo� Harris didn�t want the vampire to run away. He reached Spike finally and lifted his hands cup the vampire�s chin, the pale body remained tense, ready to slip away at a moment�s notice.

He leaned closer to the cool form, taking in the many scents that clung to it. There was Tony�s foul reek of old beer and stale sweat, and another growl escaped Xander�s throat, a deadly quiet rumble. He managed to stop though and breathe in the other scents, there was antiseptic�a familiar brand from their well stocked first aid kit. There was his mother�s smell, clean wolf musk, ancient forests filled with secrets, with a touch of pack.

And then there was Spike�s own unique smell. Cool leather and smoke mixed with blood and something that shouldn�t be there that sent his eyes rolling for a brief moment. Why the heck does Spike smell like Pack?!....Omigod�I just crawled on the floor to Spike! Stupid wolf. He took another breath, held it and moved back, his fingers however lingered a bit longer than necessary on the vampire�s chin.

�You okay Spike?� Of course he�s not okay! I mean look at him! All bruised and stuff�maybe I should have done more than just growl at Tony. I mean yeah�Spike�s the evil undead, but he�s never done anything to Tony. Not that Tony needs an excuse to hit somebody, and Spike can�t fight back, stupid ass-wipe Tony, better lock the front door and hope he doesn�t have a key on him. And damn it! I�m channeling my inner Willow again. Uh�maybe I should stand up now.

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What. In. The. Bloody. Buggering. Hell. Is goin� on? It�s not enough that the Whelp�s Mum is an enigma, but the Whelp himself is acting strange. And what is with this Wolf Smell? And the crawling�still on his knees, probably won�t be for long though. Ah, there he goes, standing up and backing away. Before he could give Xander a knowing smirk the boy moved closer again, taking the ice bag from him and pressing it gently to one of the darker bruises.

Spike looked at him. �Are you bloody possessed? I heard about the hyena incident.�

Xander rolled his eyes and Spike noticed that the flecks of green were fading away. �No, I�m not possessed. This is�it�s the least I can do. This shouldn�t have happened�but Tony doesn�t need a reason to hurt someone�it�s just what he does.�

�I�ve had worse. No worries yeah? Yer Mum�s down the hall.� He flicked his eyes in the direction Jessica had gone. �Seems a bit shaken, stood her ground though. It seems there�s a story or two there.� He met brown eyes again and now they were wary.

�No stories yet Spike. Not unless Mom okays it�you probably already smelled the wolves.� Dark lashes brushed against soft cheeks as the boy closed his eyes and sighed.

�Yeah. S�not what I was talkin� about though. Yer Mum smells like a��

�Slayer�yeah, I smelled it outside.� There was a flash of white teeth against tan skin when Xander smiled. �She threw him out?�

�Yeah�and what do you mean you smelled it? Got somethin� to do with Wolves yeah?� Xander nodded. Spike sighed and took the ice bag back from pulse leaden fingers. �Go find yer Mum then. I�m not goin� anywhere.�

Xander nodded and relinquished the ice bag and turned to leave, as he reached the doorway he glanced over his shoulder. �Have you been sleeping in my bed when I�m not here?�

Spike froze; a stillness that only the dead can pull off. Then he looked up and met a curious gaze, there was no anger or hate there. Just wonder. �Yeah, bed�s still warm when you leave.� And that was that. Xander nodded and left to find his Mother, leaving a still confused Spike in the kitchen.

Slowly he retrieved his smokes and lighter from his duster and lit one up, took a breath, and held the smoke for a moment, savoring the nicotine. He let it out with a whoosh and tilted his head back, as if the ceiling could respond to his questioning stare. �Only on the Hell Mouth.� He grumbled.

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Jessica had made it as far as the back door. Originally she�d planned to go outside, but she knew that once she did she�d let the wolf take over and she�d run�and hunt. And while it was a great temptation, she didn�t want to run alone, and besides there were no beasties to hunt during the day. Everything waited for the sun to go down. So she would wait too.

She took deep breathes to steady herself, and slowly found her center and held it. The wolf was disgruntled and wanted to run. The slayer was wary and still wondering why there was a vampire in the house. Briefly she wondered when she�d begun addressing them as separate entities when they were her and she was them. True her �inner� slayer was more attuned to the darkness that surrounded demons and the like, and her wolf was all about pack �but it was still all her. They were like separate sets of instincts rather than multiple personalities. They wouldn�t be so segregated if she wasn�t a half-breed.

Xander was home, she could feel him nearby, he was already in the house. Conversing with the vampire from what she could tell, she wasn�t really paying attention. Why had her son invited a vampire inside anyway? If he�d been helping a slayer didn�t he know better; and who ever heard of a slayer with back up? Vampires were demons and demons were�okay that would not make a good argument. She�d befriended a demon or two in her day, hell it was why the council had�No, don�t think of that. Don�t think of that dark time, don�t think about the building�about the noise, like the sound barrier breaking and the heat and the fear�Nathan screaming my name� Another deep breath, in and out, her chin meeting her chest.

A click of the lock on the front door, followed by soft footsteps, and suddenly Xander was behind her.

�Mom?�

The scent of pack wafted around her and she could feel the tension easing from her body. Xander brought that scent with him, meaning his wolf was close to the surface, answering her call once again. The segregation of human and wolf was just as strong as her son�perhaps more because he was more human than wolf. A strong hand touched her shoulder and turned her around; bringing her gaze to meet his. Brown eyes flecked with green, which only happened when the wolf was close.

�I�m all right.�

A tilted head. �You sure?�

�Yeah�just��

�Tired?�

She gave him a small smile. �That�s part of it.�

Sadness emitted from him suddenly, the smell of it compelled her to reach out to him. �Are you going to slip away again?� She cupped his face in her hands, wondering when he�d gotten so tall.

�I think I�m back for good. No more alcohol for this wolf.�

Xander blinked at her. �The alcohol is what kept you from me?�

Her face grew warm. �Um�kind of�wolves aren�t meant to drink. But conditioning had a lot to do with it. And I�m not sure�but Tony might have been slipping me something, some sort of tranquilizer.�

�What brought you back? Did the wolf finally get fed up?�

�Ah�would you believe it was because there�s a vampire in the house�And exactly why is there a vampire in the house?�

�Um--he�s� I�d say friend but that�s not quite it. He�s an ally I guess. We�ve all treated him like crap so there�s no love lost�� Instead of sadness she smelled guilt with that proclamation; she offered him a small smile as he continued. �And why would Spike being here pull you out of the freaky walking coma?�

They glared at one another for a moment, brown-green flecked eyes staring down into deep forest orbs. Both were just alpha enough to keep up the contest. Luckily a noise behind Xander caught their attention and they moved their gazes to Spike who stood at the end of the hallway. The vampire had barely made a noise but still they�d heard them; the Big Bad looked a little unnerved at that.

But Spike shook the discomfort off like water and rolled his shoulder in an uncaring gesture. �As fun as this could be, let�s move it to the kitchen. I can keep my eye on the both of you and the sharp objects that way.�

Jessica sighed while Xander snorted and rolled his eyes.

�Fine.�

�Geeze Spike, paranoid much?�

A quick drag from his cancer stick and Spike gave a half grin. �Just want to know what exactly I�ve been bunking with.� The grin turned to a leer, which earned another eye roll from Xander.

Jessica looked from one to the other, a giggle erupting from her suddenly, leaving her shocked that she still knew how to make such a sound. Xander looked at her oddly.

�Sorry sweetie. But unless you want me jumping to conclusions you and your vampire have some explaining to do as well.�

�B-but�he�s�we�re not�He�s NOT my vampire.� Xander sputtered and blushed and Jessica reached up to ruffle his hair.

�Easy honey, I know. If the two of you were having sex I�d be able to smell it�although�he�s been sleeping in your bed hasn�t he�because he does sort of smell like you.� Xander made a sort of unmanly squeaking sound. She gave his arm an affectionate pat and led him down the hallway to a gob smacked vampire. �Well, come on then. Let�s do some storytelling�while I still have the nerve.�

Spike blinked and his gaze cleared, no longer looking surprised, leaving curiosity in it�s wake. �You feel up to sharing your secrets, Slayer?�

Jessica tensed and her eyes narrowed, her small frame vibrating with the tension that comes with fight or flight situations.

�It�s okay Mom�I can smell it now. I guess that�s why you came back right? Having a vamp in the house brought your slayer senses to the surface�didn�t it.�

The tension disappeared again and she wondered if she was ever going to stop feeling tired. �I think that was it, I can�t think of anything else.�

Xander gave her a small smile, and then turned it on Spike. �For that�I�m glad you�re here Spike.�

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Tony shuddered again at the memory of his wife and child, and he used the terms loosely. There was no point in going back inside, not with both of them acting crazy.

So instead of crawling back to the house, he was still too terrified to stand up and run screaming into the distance, he crawled to his car. Luckily he still had his keys on him, even better, he knew of a bar or two that were already accepting patrons.

Maybe things would make more sense after a few beers, or at least he could drink enough to pass out. Always a good thing when life wasn�t making sense. And it was sort of strange how that seemed to happen in Sunny Dale so much.

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High above the land of the living surrounded by blinding-fluffy whiteness a tall skinny boy of about fifteen looked down with an open mouth.

�Dude! That is seriously weird! Xan�s like not completely human?!�

A slightly older looking girl appeared at his side and looked down briefly before glancing at her companion. �It is very strange. But it is good that there is another slayer on the Hell Mouth.�

�Maybe, but�it�s just weird ya know. I mean Mrs. Harris a slayer? She wasn�t the world�s best Mom, but she shielded Xander all she could, always letting him spend the night with me or Willow�There was one time he wanted to come over at like four in the morning on a Saturday�She walked him over and everything.� He paused. �It�s just hard to picture her kicking ass like you or Buffy.�

She nodded. �True, but she has been broken. It is hard to put so many pieces back together.�

�Kendra, anyone ever tell you you�re a very weird girl.�

�On occasion�but you yourself are very unusual boy Jesse.�

�Guess we�re even then.�

�I suppose.�

�Hey, come on. Let�s go see what Morgan is up to.� Jesse started to shimmer as if he were about to disappear when Kendra cleared her throat. He solidified and gave her a confused look. �What?�

�Do you not remember the last time we visited Morgan?� She gave him a stern look. �Larry was most displeased at being interrupted.�

Jesse blushed and gave her a sheepish grin. �I uh�kinda forgot about that.�

Kendra let out a weary sigh. �Come, we will find something else to occupy our time.� Her eyes softened as she proceeded to drag him off into a surrounding cloudbank.

�Did you like not have a boyfriend when you were alive?�

�I was trained in the old ways and had no time for boys or friends. Now come.�

�Yes Ma�am!� Jesse let out a laugh that echoed throughout the air as he was happily drug away.

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