suki_blue | Fic: Facing Fear 1/?

Ok, I seem to be on roll here. It will be a shame when I have to go back to work on Saturday :o( Anyway, as promised, I have started a fic that will involve a rather large creepy crawly ~shudder~

Here is part one, enjoy.

Title: Facing Fear
Rating: Dunno. No smut (yet) Pretty tame.
Characters: X/S (Who else)
Summary: Spike gets a shock
Feedback: Hit me with it.

Facing fear 1/?

By Suki Blue

“What was the name of this thing again?”

Spike huffed and glared at his companion in arms. “It’s a bloody Spatatula. *If* you had been paying attention earlier instead of grieving over that sodding demon bint, you would have bloody well known that, and I wouldn’t have to keep repeating myself.”

“Spike, you could spell that name out for me a hundred times over and I still wouldn’t remember it. I kind of have this blind spot for stupidly long demon names. And FYI, I wasn’t grieving…..I was contemplating the past, making sense of the future, sorting out…..”

“Oh bloody hell, Harris. Enough with the babble. Bloody demon is gonna hear us coming a mile off.”

Xander was silent and Spike counted back from five in his head.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One……..

“And besides…..”

Bingo

“It’s not like *I* was madly in love with her and she just left me, was it?”

Spike rolled his eyes “Nooo”

“We had a good time, I wouldn’t commit, so she left. So when you think about it, I technically left her.”

“Yeah, ok, Harris. You left her. She left you. Who bloody cares? Just shut up, get with the game and I’ll take you for a beer after. You can ponder the failing that is your love life over a game of pool.”

“Alright, alright. You’re buying though, right? Anya pretty much cleaned me out. Not that that was anything new. No sooner than I would bring home a pay check, she would be out spending it on god knows…..”

“Harris” Spike warned.

“Okaay, I’m quiet. Quietness is here. You’ll hear no more from me……No-sireee. Quiet as a mouse. Wouldn’t even know I was here. Quiet incarnate, that’s me.”

Spike stopped in his tracks and turned to give Xander a full on glare. “No patients incarnate, that’s *me* Now if you don’t shut up in the next ten seconds I’m gonna ram this stake so far up your arse I’ll be able to pick your teeth with it!”

“Um spatula?”

Spike shook his head in exasperation and puzzlement. “No. Stake.”

Xander pointed “Uh, no, Spike? Spatula, behind you.”

Spike suddenly felt the presence of a demon and he spun in the direction of Xander’s pointed finger. “Bugger”

He turned quickly back to Xander and re-pronounced the demons name through gritted angry teeth. “Spatatula, you bloody idiot. Now look what you’ve done! I wanted to sneak up on it. Ambush the sodding thing”

Xander pointed again “Err, Spike? I think it’s trying to ambush us right now.”

“Bloody hell. Pet, get back!”

Spike placed a powerful hand into the centre of Xander’s chest and pushed him backwards, sending him flying into a bush and onto the ground with a pained thud. Wincing, he sat up and rubbed at an ass cheek that was probably going to bruise. He listened to the furious fight that was going on outside the shrubbery, ready to jump up and help if Spike should need him. Strangely, his mind kept drifting and he could only think one thing. Did Spike just call me pet?

**

Spike swore and brushed off blue flaky skin from his duster. “Damn Spatatula, never heard of moisturiser, clearly.”

The fight had been short. Flaky but short. This Spatatula had been female. Half the size of the male version. For this he was grateful. A male would have taken quite a bit more effort to dispose of.

Spike glanced around, suddenly remembering that he’d tossed his companion somewhere in the undergrowth. Spike caught site of him and smirked. The boy was having some sort of disagreement with a bush, a fight had broken out and it looked like the shrub was winning.

“You alright over there, Harris? That plant putting up struggle is it?”

“Stupid bush. I’m all caught up. Damn it! Ow!”

“Bleedin hell. Hang on a minute. Let me do it.”

Spike dropped his weapon and steamrolled over to the worked up human.

“Just hold still…..don’t….stop moving….I can’t get hold of it…”

“Spike, it’s down my pants now. Ow! Careful.”

“I’m trying to be careful, just stop wiggling. I can’t get it out when you’re writhing all over the place.”

“Ahh! It’s digging in me, Spike. Get it out.”

“I’m doing my best. Here you hold it and I’ll pull.”

“Ok, but be gentle yeah, I think it’s stuck right in me.”

“Gentle ain’t in my vocabulary, mate. Just….just….hang on, turn around.”

“I can’t!”

“Right. Hold on then. Let me just position myself a little more over here. Right that’s it. Now brace yourself.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

“This!”

“OWW! Fuck, Spike. Do you have to be so rough? That really hurt”

“Gimme a break, Harris. You’re free aren’t yer? Besides it can’t have hurt all that…….”

Spike pulled Xander the rest of the way out of the bush and was shocked to see a large gash running from the boy’s navel down into his pants.

“Oh”

“Yes, oh. Next time you push me into a bush, could you please make sure it’s a nice safe one with no prickly leaves or thorns.”

“I’ll see what I can do, mate. In the meantime though, let’s head back to your gaff, get that cleaned up before you get an infection, die, and I get the blame.”

“You’re all heart, Spike.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

**

Xander was suddenly so tired. He turned his key in the lock and pushed open the apartment door. He felt Spike push past him and watched slightly irritated as the vampire headed straight for the fridge.

“Oh help yourself, Spike, please, why don’t you?”

Spike slammed the fridge door closed. “I would if you had anything decent in there. You eat such crap.”

“I do not! That is quality pizza in that fridge, you know”

“And how old is that *quality* pizza?”

“Only a few days, thank you fangless”

“*Only* Bleedin’ hell, Harris! You’re gonna poison yourself. I wish you bloody would”

As if on cue, Xander’s skin paled to a deathly white, his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell backwards, hitting the wall and sliding slowly down it.

Spike glanced around the room suspiciously “Err, if anyone’s listening. Anya or *anyone* else. I didn’t mean that. That wasn’t an *actual* wish.”

Spike waited for a reply but got none.

“Fuck”

The vampire quickly rushed over to the fallen human and checked for a pulse.

“Jesus Christ”

He couldn’t find one.

TBC…….

(Ok, so no creepy crawly yet. but it is coming i promise!)