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Light. Bright, white light that seared through the eyelids, and stabbed into the brain, and prevented any sane being from resting. Spike groaned and rolled over to find himself a white-walled, white-floored, white-ceilinged zoo cage. Suspiciously, he approached the apparently open front, only to find it was some kind of charged glass. He shook his head, scowling. Across the way, he could see another human-looking being, and another further down the hallway. Other than those, he could see other obviously-nonhuman creatures, demons, and not all of them dangerous to humans.
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He was free. Free of the human-made hell of lights, and scientists, and scornful soldiers. Free to hunt, free to feed; free to take what was his. Once far enough from the college campus, he settled down to find someone to fill his belly, a petite blonde enough like the cursed Slayer to satisfy his ever-present need to destroy his enemy. Smirking, he approached her, strutting along like the predator he was, scenting her arousal as he focused on her, and solely on her. She flirted coyly, he rumbled smoothly, and they were outside the club in less time than she had to finish her drink. He bent his head to her neck and snarled as his fangs dropped, then fell, screaming, to the ground.
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Dawn was only hours away, and he had to make a decision. Rather, he had to work out his options, then make a decision. One immutable fact was that he was not going to do without his boy. He might not be able hunt like a vampire was supposed to, but he had funds, now: a basement full of gold and expensive trinkets to support him and his boy.
He needed to explore the limits of his new … disability further, but he’d already determined tonight that he couldn’t feed on humans in any way that was painful. He couldn’t even grab or hold one too hard or he would get warning pains shooting across his head. He didn’t know what those bastards had done to him, but it involved pain, and lots of it.
He stood outside the Watcher’s house, fists clenching and unclenching in his tension. His boy was here, had been here, probably, since the Slayer had ‘rescued’ his boy from him. He could knock, but there was no way he was going to be let in. He could possibly persuade Xander to come out, that was a hopeful thought. He stiffened his spine, and strode up to the door.
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Giles stumbled out of his bedroom, fumbling with his glasses as he headed down to whoever it was knocking on his door. Xander hovered in the doorway of his room, fidgeting nervously as he watched the older man make his way to the door. Spike had disappeared right after his last fight with Buffy, and he had no reason to expect the vampire to turn up now. Not to mention the fact that he wasn’t even sure how he felt about that possibility. Spike was … a vampire, his lover, a murderer, evil. Spike was his enemy, and the man he … loved?
Giles opened the door with a scowl. “The world had bloody well be…” He stopped when he saw the vampire standing on his doorstep. “I don’t believe it,” he snorted. “You really do have a nerve, don’t you?”
Spike snarled. “What’s got your knickers in a knot this time, Watcher?”
“You compelled that boy into your bed, and then you left him,” Giles scowled. “You turn up again, and then you leave straight away. You have done nothing but spin that boy about, use him, abuse him, and leave him when the whim takes you. If you think I’m going to allow you to take him now, you have another thing coming.”
“They did something to me,” Spike blurted out suddenly. “I don’t know what happened, but some soldier boys grabbed me and put me in a zoo, or a jail somewhere. It’s somewhere here in Sunnyhell, near the university, but I don’t know where. They … they did something to me,” he whispered hoarsely.
Giles sneered, and was about to make clear his absolute disdain when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He looked back at the pale young man he considered a son. “You don’t have to see him,” he murmured.
Xander thinned his lips and shook his head. He turned to the vampire on the doorstep. “What?” he asked. “What did they do?”
Spike shook his head. “Don’t know, love. But I can’t hunt, can’t feed: can’t hurt a blessed soul.”
Giles tensed. “How do you mean?” he demanded.
Spike looked around. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and he was certain there was no one around, but still… “Can I come in?”
Giles felt like growling in frustration. Having any vampire in his house was not something he’d ever wanted to happen: having this vampire in his home was even more anathema. Without turning, he addressed Xander, “Remind me to do the disinvite spell tomorrow, will you?” He stepped aside. “Come in, Spike.”
Spike stepped across the threshold, and went straight to his boy, wrapping his arms around a trim waist and burying his head in Xander’s neck. He felt the boy stiffen in his arms, then relax suddenly, enfolding him in strong arms. He took in a deep breath, centring himself in the scent of his boy, his man. Behind him, he heard the Watcher cough discretely, but he didn’t move until Xander began to stiffen once again.
Once they were settled – Spike had made certain to drag Xander down beside him on the couch – Giles cleared his throat. “What do you mean you can’t hurt anyone?”
Spike clenched his jaw. The confession to come was not something he wanted to make, but there was no way around it. He was going to need these people’s assistance if he was to successfully navigate these shallows. “I can’t hurt anyone; simple as that. If,” he swallowed, “if I do then I get these blinding pains in my head. Can’t stand, can’t do anything until the pain is gone.”
“Can you describe it any better?” Giles frowned thoughtfully.
Spike scowled, and imagined driving one of his name-sake spikes through the Watcher’s head. Just as he was imagining the blood spurting out, he clutched his head and cried out: pain shot through his head, blanking out everything else. When he came back to himself, he found that Xander had laid him down, and was stroking his fingers through Spike’s hair.
“What was that?” Giles asked suspiciously.
“Was imagining hurting you,” Spike snarked. “Was good until the bloody pain.”
“So this … whatever it is … works even when you imagine hurting someone?” Giles clarified.
“Seems like,” Spike growled. “Didn’t know that,” he admitted.
“Spike, would you try something for me?” Xander murmured. When Spike gritted his teeth, but nodded, he went on. “Squeeze my hand. Not too hard, I don’t want you to break anything,” he smiled.
Spike nodded, and grimly set to hurting his boy. Warning sparks flitted through his head, but it wasn’t until Xander grimaced that a solid burst hit him, and he dropped the hand in preference to holding his own head. “Enough,” he growled, then sighed as Xander once again carded his fingers through his hair. “Got what you want, Watcher?” he asked without looking at the man.
“I think so,” Giles offered absently. They sat in silence for a while as the older man thought and Xander continued to soothe his vampire. “So what are your plans?” Giles asked eventually.
“I have funds,” Spike announced. “I can buy my blood and look after Xander. He’s not going back to that hellhole his parents let him live in,” he added, disgust colouring his voice. He cleared his throat. “Seems I have a debt to you,” he added stiffly.
“Xander has been paying his own way,” Giles shrugged.
“Aye, but you gave him a place to stay that wasn’t that place his parents allotted him,” Spike argued.
Giles stared at him for a moment. He shook his head. “I’m arguing my way out of a vampire owing me a favour,” he murmured, “surely a sign of age.” He sighed. “What are your plans, Spike?”
“I’m taking my boy and moving into the mansion,” Spike declared. “I need to figure out what the hell they’ve done to me, and how to fix it. For now, I’ll be staying here, and I need you to keep your Slayer off my back.”
“She’s a Slayer, Spike: Slaying is what she does,” Giles offered sardonically.
Spike shook his head. “You might think these soldier boys done something good in what they did to me, but I’m telling you now: it is a very bad thing. Who knows what they’ve done, and to what creatures they’ve done it to. Yes, I’m evil, but not all I saw in there were. What if they decided that Slayers were odd enough to bear investigating; or witches, or that wolf your witch dotes on? I’m sure they’d love to get their mitts on a werewolf, find out what makes him tick, why he only turns with the moon.” He knew he’d hit a sore spot when his boy stiffened in his arms, and the scent of fear rose in the air.
“Giles,” Xander murmured.
“Yes, yes,” Giles muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Fine. You can stay here tonight, today, whatever, and get that mansion sorted out after sundown. I expect you out of here within forty-eight hours, is that understood? And Xander is under no obligation to go with you,” he added with a growl.
“I’m not going to hurt the boy,” Spike snarled. He sniffed. “Couldn’t if I wanted to. But he’s my boy, not yours.”
“I refuse to discuss that matter right now,” Giles decided. “I shall go back to bed. Xander, you can stay up if you wish; I believe you would be getting up soon, anyway, wouldn’t you?”
Xander nodded then turned to Spike. “I work construction, so we work daylight hours.”
Spike smirked. “They wanted you to do something where you could be tucked in at night, not off working somewhere I could grab you, yeah?”
“Pretty much,” Xander shrugged, grinning.
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The next few weeks passed in a blur. Willow was horrified that Spike was back, and that Xander had moved in with him; she’d known something had happened between the vampire and her best friend, but no one would explain it to her, and this sudden development had her questioning much of their relationship over the last few years. Buffy was furious that Spike was being allowed to live, even handicapped as he was. The fact that Giles was complacent about Xander’s new ‘relationship’ sickened her, and made her want all the more to destroy the ones she considered responsible for her friend’s corruption.
Thanksgiving came and went with Buffy sulking in her dorm. Xander was cursed with various diseases, having dropped into the remains of the vanished Spanish Mission and released the Chumash spirit of vengeance. Spike had taken him to Giles, demanding something be done, but it wasn’t until Angel turned up with Doyle’s vision that they even knew what was going on. The Watcher and the two vampires managed to figure out what was going on, and how to kill the spirit without Buffy even knowing about it, and Xander’s mystical ailments disappeared, much to everyone’s relief. The only remaining problem was Angel’s discovery of his Childe’s relationship with Xander, which upset him nearly as much as it had Buffy.
Then everyone lost their voices, and Buffy found out what her boyfriend did on his off time.
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