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Candy Perfume Boy


by
Fanbot



Bonus Track 1



Sleeper AU Drabble

"Madonna? Spike's trigger is a Madonna song? Why?"





Bonus Track 2



Post “Intervention”

Spike & Xander

Rated G

Willy’s Best

Xander kept worrying about Spike cause Glory had thrashed him so very thoroughly. He kept remembering the feel of broken bones shifting under his arm as he helped Giles return the vampire to his crypt. When Spike came up in conversation the next day, and Buffy used a dismissive attitude in reply to Xander’s inquires about the vamp, he had volunteered to check on  him.

Giles, too, had seen the damage and stopped Xander on his way out. He pressed some money into Xander’s palm. “Go to Willy’s and get him some human blood. It will help him heal.” Xander met the Watcher’s eyes. “We… we may need him to help fight.”

With a terse nod, Xander left the rest to talk over their ever-mounting problems. 

Swiftly, Xander ducked into Willy’s demon bar, made his purchase, and crossed town to Spike’s crypt. He carefully pushed the door open and called out. “Spike? Knock, knock. Dominoes calling.”

With obvious pain, Spike sat up on the sarcophagus. “Don’t want pizza, pet. I think something got torn in my gut.”

“Well, how about three bags of Willy’s best?”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “For me?” he asked suspiciously. “Why?”

“There was that big not telling of secrets, and the fact that we might need you to help us fight.”

Spike took a bag from Xander and fumbled with it, trying to will his broken hands to work as the boy put the other two in the mini fridge. “So no actual concerns about my well being?”

Xander saw his struggles and took the bag back. “You got a mug?” Spike nodded to a black coffee mug sitting atop his TV. “Well, I was bored and needed some air,” he said lightly as he cut a small hole in a corner with his pocketknife and filled the mug.

“I’m too banged up to entertain you, Pet,” Spike said with a nod as he gratefully took the mug and drained it.

Xander took the empty mug back and refilled it without asking. “I know,” he said softly, not meeting the vampire’s eyes.

Spike took the mug and drained half of it just as quickly as the first. “You sprung for the fresh,” he commented.

Xander shrugged. “Actually, Giles did.”

Spike sputtered, almost choking. “The Watcher?”

“Yeah, he won’t admit it, but I think he was just as shaken as I was about how very thrashed you were.”

“Really? That’s interesting.”

“Plus, you know, with the huge evil we’re up against, we need every soldier we can get.”

Spike finished the mug and wordlessly handed it back for yet another refill. “Yeah. Sound tactical thinking. And Buffy?”

“She doesn’t know I’m here. She did sound grateful when she told us you kept our secret. Plus, hey! You’re not dusted.”

Xander filled the mug a final time from the bag and shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “I should…”

“Get back to the bright world of pizza and hellgods. I know.” 

“See ya, Spike.” Xander turned to go.

“Hey, Harris!” Xander turned and looked back. “Thanks,” he said simply, meeting the boy’s brown eyes.

Xander smiled, nodded, and went back to the rest of his friends.




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