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Author: amejisuto
Chapter: One
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Adult, NC17, FF45, I don’t know anymore! As long as you’re able to vote and drink you should be okay reading this.
Feedback: Not till the last chapter is posted please.
Concrit: by email, or in comments if polite, please.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Nerd bashing, male/male sex, swearing, violence, biting. All the good stuff.
Summary: Weird weather invades Sunnydale and Xander tries to bring the Scoobies together to figure out what’s happening, while at the same time he figures out that his vampire roomate has a crush on him.

Notes: This was written for the CoSoRaOb Ficathon which can be found here. twilightsfic, I tried to fit everything you wanted in but this fic has a life of it’s own. I really hope you like it. This takes place in a totally AU Season Six starting after Tabula Rasa. Anya left with Giles and the episodes Smashed and Wrecked never happened. No actual Spuffy-ness ever happened, okay?

Preferred rating and genre (ie NC-17, H/C, schmoop, angst, etc): NC-17; any genre, but angst only if a happy ending is included. : )
Your Colour: Green
Your Sound: Rain falling
Your Random Object: a rocking chair
Two things you'd like included: kink, schmoopy love talk.
Two things you don't want included: character death (vamp! Xan okay); unsupportive friends.



Everlasting Love



“This is freaking California!! It’s not supposed to rain, much less flood! This is so very wrong on so many levels.” Xander couldn’t help but let his voice rise; it was so odd to see streets blocked off due to flooding. He tried not to think about the mudslides further north. He had enough crap going on in his life to worry about his house heading downstream.

For one thing, it was the last day of February and he always had a hatred of the month, and being alone on Valentine's hadn’t helped. It always seemed so damned dark even though in his head he knew that the days were getting longer again.

This February was the worst, though. Buffy was still acting weird, Willow was doing the too much magic thing, and Anya had left for London with Giles after that whole loss of memory deal. Tara had been left in charge of the shop and he was surprised to find that nowadays he spent more time with her than he did with his two best friends. Most nights, instead of facing an empty apartment he went and helped her with the store.

He spent more time with Spike too, which would have been just weird if there wasn’t the fact that during the summer while Buffy had been Gone, with a capital G, they’d become almost friends. They both wanted to protect Dawn and help her through losing her family, so if they worked together sometimes, well, it was easier on the girl if they got along. She didn’t need any more emotional upheaval in her life.

Xander turned from looking out the front window of the Magic Box and went back to where he was boxing up books and items on the lower shelves, just in case. Main Street hadn’t flooded yet but a few areas closer to the coast had, and he’d rather not have to worry about some idiot finding a spell book in a drain and drowning to get a hold of it. The way things were going lately, he wouldn’t be surprised.

After all, the Scoobies were getting their butts kicked by nerds. How bad was that?

He looked up as Tara came in from the back room. “Xander, don’t you think all this rain is a little…freaky? Even for the Hellmouth?” She began going through the day’s sales receipts. Xander stopped what he was doing and went to join her, leaning on the other side of the register.

“I don’t know. Once ever ten years or so we get rains like this, but it just feels different this time. It's like…I dunno really, like there’s more electricity in the air or something.”

Tara nodded. “S—something isn’t right. We should probably look into it. Do…do you think we should ask W—willow?”

Xander thought about it for a moment. Personally he thought that they really needed to keep Willow away from the magic stuff in the shop. After the memory spell she’d promised not to use magic but according to Dawn that lasted about a day. “I don’t think so, we can do the investigating ourselves. I may not enjoy reading musty ol’ books but it’s better than being turned into a frog or something.”

They’d had this talk before. They both loved Willow very much, albeit differently. After the memory spell they had both tried to talk to Willow, make her see how overboard she was getting. But Willow just rationalized it away, saying Tara was just mad and Xander was upset with Anya’s leaving.

It hurt, to love someone but not be able to help them. After the last fight both he and Tara stayed away from Willow on the most part, hoping their absence in her life would make her stop and think.

“I can look in the books…see if maybe something like this has happened before. And Mr. Giles will be calling tomorrow for the weekly report on the Shop. I’ll…I’ll mention what’s happening and see if he has anything to say.”

Xander nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll try to figure out Anya’s old computer and find some weather statistics. If that fails I can always just watch the Weather Channel. I may not be totally computer literate but if there’s one thing I know it’s sitting in front of the television and watching.”

Tara laughed, as she was meant to. “Xander! You can do lots of stuff besides watch tv. But that is a good idea. You can do both.”

“Hey!” Xander made only a token protest. He didn’t mind actually, he just loved seeing Tara flustered.

The radio was on in the back room, and it blared one of those annoying EBS tones. They both headed for it and Tara turned up the volume.

”...FLOOD WATCH FOR FLASH FLOODING IN EFFECT THROUGH 600 PM PST TODAY FOR SOUTHERN SANTA BARBARA COUNTY...AND ALL OF VENTURA AND LOS ANGELES COUNTIES...

A POWERFUL LOW PRESSURE SYSTEM 250 MILES WEST OF LOS ANGELES WILL CONTINUE TO STEER CONSIDERABLE MOISTURE INTO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA TODAY. WIDESPREAD SHOWERS AND SCATTERED THUNDERSTORMS WILL CONTINUE ACROSS THE WATCH AREA THROUGH 600 PM TODAY. RAINFALL RATES WILL AVERAGE ONE QUARTER TO ONE HALF INCH PER HOUR...WITH LOCAL RATES OVER ONE INCH PER HOUR IN HEAVIER SHOWERS AND THUNDERSTORMS.

BETWEEN THURSDAY FEBRUARY 24TH AND 12 NOON TODAY...COASTAL AND VALLEY LOCATIONS HAVE RECEIVED 5 TO 10 INCHES OF RAIN...WITH 12 TO16 INCHES OF RAIN IN THE MOUNTAINS.

SIGNIFICANT FLASH FLOODING IS VERY POSSIBLE ANYWHERE IN THE WATCH AREA THROUGH TODAY SINCE THE GROUND IS ALREADY SATURATED AND WATER LEVELS IN STREAM CHANNELS ARE ALREADY HIGH. IN ADDITION...MANY HILLSIDES HAVE BEEN WEAKENED AND THE ADDITIONAL INTENSE RAINFALL HEIGHTENS CONCERN FOR MUDSLIDES AND DEBRIS FLOWS. THE MUDSLIDE POTENTIAL WILL BE HIGHEST IN AND BELOW THE RECENTLY BURNED AREAS...BUT ALL RESIDENTS LIVING ON OR NEAR HILLSIDES OR MOUNTAIN SLOPES SHOULD BE PREPARED FOR POSSIBLE MUDSLIDES AND DEBRIS FLOWS. MUDSLIDES...DEBRIS FLOWS...OR ROCKSLIDES MAY OCCUR AT ANY TIME...EVEN DURING PERIODS WITH LITTLE OR NO RAIN.”


Xander looked at Tara. “Okay, that…is so not of the good.”

Tara nodded, and then bit at her lip. “Xander, S—spike lives in a crypt, that’s really not made to withstand the flooding…”

“God. I bet his lower levels are getting close to flooding. I’ll run by the cemetery and drag his scrawny ass to my apartment if I have to, pride be damned. Besides, maybe he’s heard something. This rain is keeping all the humans inside, that has to be bad for the local vamps. Maybe they’re bitching about it down at Willie’s or something.”

Xander went for his jacket, putting it on and admitting privately to himself that he was a sissy and wanted the hood up. Tara went to the breaker box and turned off the lights outside the shop.

“Good idea. I don’t think anyone else will be by tonight in this kind of weather. I’ll close up early and start to research. Maybe I’ll find something.”

Xander made sure he had a stake in his back pocket and grabbed one of the smaller axes. He looked over at Tara, who was cleaning out the register. “You aren’t going to the bank at night, right? Not without me or Spike?”

“Xander, I may not have lived here forever but I’m not dense. The deposit will wait until morning. Quit being such a mother!”

Xander blushed. “Can’t help it, Tara. You know I have this need to watch over my girls, and you are definitely one of my girls.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. Now go get Spike, he’s always grumpy when he gets wet, like an old tom.”

“Yes Ma’am, Tara ma’am!” He gave a mock salute, pulled the hood on his jacket closed tighter and went out into the wet night.

By the time he reached the cemetery he was soaked through to the bone and all he wanted was a hot sub from Mick’s, a hot shower and a cold beer. He even figured that Mick’s would deliver some good blood for Spike if he paid them enough. He was convinced it was demon owned; the lack of garlic in the calzones and breadsticks and the fact that the food was always hot and fresh even though it took longer than thirty minutes to be delivered was all but concrete proof. It didn’t bother him, though.

Then again, for hot, fresh, made from scratch onion rings they’d have to be Angelus level of evil for him to stop ordering.

Xander was so lost in his own head, trying to decide between a hot roast beef and swiss or a meatball sub, that he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings. Luckily the weather wasn’t fit for man, beast, or demon.

Unluckily he ended up nearly falling into an open grave. He stopped in time but ended up falling flat on his ass in the mud.

“Great. Just great. Can this night get any worse?”

Lightning flashed and Xander wished he had kept his damn mouth shut. He’d lived on the Hellmouth how long and hadn’t learned not to tempt the gods? He got up, trying and failing to scrape some of the muck off his clothes. He hoped Spike appreciated this.

He finally gave up and just went to go get the Bleached Menace. Spike, home, subs, shower. He’d probably not have to work but a half day in the morning due to the weather, yet again, and he could research when he wasn’t as cold and miserable as he was right now.

When he got close he heard voices coming from the inside of Spike’s crypt. He took the chance that the sound of the thunderstorm would disguise his approach, and crept closer. Buffy, and Spike, and Buffy sounded…odd.

“Come on, Spike, you know you want to. Last spring all I would have had to do was lean against the wall and you’d be there. I just want to feel, and I know you can help me, so why won’t you?”

“Give it up, Slayer, you don’t want me. Fuck, you could go down to that rat-hole you lot call a club and get any guy to give it to you. S’not enough, though, is it? You have had a taste of the darkness and that’s all you want now. A little danger to make you feel real. Fuck that. If you want me for a lover, you've got me, you always have. You want me for a thrill ride you can bloody well go bungee jumping with a dildo.”

Okay, ewwww. The mental picture Spike just painted was gross. Plus the fact that Buffy was throwing herself at Spike and Spike wasn’t taking her up on her offer because she just wanted to use him? An even bigger ewwww.

He felt a pang of guilt. Buffy had been having such a hard time readjusting to life and he couldn’t help but feel it had been his fault. He’d thought the idea of bringing Buffy back from the dead was sort of creepy, but he’d gone along with the idea, thinking that Willow, Tara and Anya knew more than he did about magic.

Now he knew better. After Willow’s memory spell he’d done some research of his own. If he had just stuck to his guns or even gone to Spike or Giles about their plans, this whole mess of Buffy’s weirdness and Willow’s out of control magic wouldn’t be happening.

During the next roll of thunder he backed away from the crypt and then started back again. He made sure to talk to himself loudly, swearing at his leaky shoes, the mud on his jeans, about the cold of the rain. Anything and everything, just to give both Spike and Buffy a chance to…not be doing whatever it was they were about to be doing.

“Damn it, I just got these jeans! Spike! You in there? Get your stuff together, you’re staying with me until it stops raining or we have to board the ark.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Harris?” Spike sounded brittle for once, as if he would be easily broken, and, while they both lived to snark at each other, Xander didn’t think that now was the time.

“This rain is only going to get worse, Spike, and they’re saying all low lying areas are going to flood by noon tomorrow. There isn’t anything lower than underground, I’m surprised your bed hasn’t floated out the door like in one of those Bugs Bunny cartoons. So get everything that’s important to you, we’ll go back to my apartment and I’ll order extra onion rings and four different kinds of subs and get some blood delivered all at the same time. You’ll like the onion rings, they’re better than the Bronze’s bloomin’ onion ever was.”

“Why are you doing this, whelp? Why would you even care?” Spike’s eyes narrowed at him and the vampire pushed himself out of the chair he’d been sitting in to come and stand in front of Xander, as if he could read his mind by looking in his ears or something.

“We got to be friends a bit this summer and I went and fucked it up.” He so wasn’t going to mention that he did it by betraying Spike and bringing his ladylove back from the dead without his knowledge. “Still, we’re sort of friends, the kind that will save each other’s life while insulting each other at least. Besides, we both care about Dawn, which puts us on the same side. Tara would probably offer you a room too but with her moving back into the girls’ dorms you probably wouldn’t like it. So, pack already.”

“Did Glinda put you up to this?”

“Fuck, no! We were at the Magic Box and heard the alert over the radio at the same time and both of us thought of you sitting down here in vamptown. Now come on. I’m wet, muddy, and cold. I want to go home.”

“All right, all right, stop your whining. Gimme a couple of ticks and we’ll go.” Spike started gathering up things from around the crypt and Xander noticed there was a pillow and blankets on the upper level. It must have started flooding down below already.

A few minutes later Spike shoved a duffle bag in his hand as he picked up two others. Everything personal that could be moved, even the ratty old pillow Spike had been using, were shoved in the bags.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before we start to prune. Didn’t you say something about blood and onion rings?”

“Yes, Spike, but can I just say gah! Those two so don’t go together, I don’t care if you are a vampire!”

They fell into their regular pattern of arguing back and forth as they left the cemetery. It was what they did, how they related to each other.

If he had looked back, though, he might have noticed the grave that he’d almost fallen in and seen how the ground around it crumbled and fell into the hole, just a bit.

*****


Part Two.

Comments

( 23 comments — Leave a comment )
nashmaveric
Mar. 5th, 2005 11:46 am (UTC)
*wide eyed look* Ohhhh I like this! Especially the Xander-Tara interaction! We're getting more right? *hopeful look*
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 04:51 pm (UTC)
Glad you like darlin! While the last eight pages aren't beta'd yet there's plenty more that is and part two is up now! Enjoy!
lunabee34
Mar. 5th, 2005 12:15 pm (UTC)
No reply necessary; just couldn't help myself
Heeee.......This is so good. I can't hold off commenting til the end, b/c I have ADHD and this is so freaking good.! Okay, outta my system. Deep breaths.

*promises not to comment again until the end* LOL
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:00 pm (UTC)
Re: No reply necessary; just couldn't help myself
Glad you like luv! The last bit is written and Kitty has it. hopefully it's okay and I can get this all posted tonight!! 40 pages! Sheesh!

Hugglges!
moimoietmoi
Mar. 5th, 2005 12:25 pm (UTC)
Great beginning!
I like when Xander is more in charge and his interaction with Tara is great!
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks darlin! I always like it when Xander's not the Zeppo. Glad you like!
arabwel
Mar. 5th, 2005 12:27 pm (UTC)
Actually, blood DOES go with onion rings but don'tt ask me how I know...

This is lovely; I am eagerly awaiting for more :P
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC)
**pouts**

You tell me not to ask and get me all curious! Hee! Glad you like!
arabwel
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:27 pm (UTC)
Oookay, i tell, I tell! It involved yours truly eating onion rings with a split lip - tasted muchly strange but good :P
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 07:13 pm (UTC)
That's not as scary as I was imagining it to be! Hee!
arabwel
Mar. 5th, 2005 07:19 pm (UTC)
Well, I once had a nasty bleeding wound I sipped popcorn in just to see what it was like; that more what you thinking? :P

(For the record; it was good :P )
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 07:23 pm (UTC)
Umm, you could have gone on a bloody rampage at Burger King. I've worked in fast food, it could happen.
arabwel
Mar. 5th, 2005 07:41 pm (UTC)
No Burger Kings in thsis country and the nearest McDonalds is 70 mies away... unlikely :P
authoressnebula
Mar. 5th, 2005 12:48 pm (UTC)
Holy crap, one of my big scared-of things: weather. *shivers* Creepy, creepy, creepy...even creepier because it could happen.

But your Xander is as adorable as ever, and I'm eagerly looking forward to more!

~Nebula
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:10 pm (UTC)
I blame watching The Weather Channel for this fic, really. Glad you like darlin! Hugs!
darkhavens
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:52 pm (UTC)
Xander and Tara friendship doesn't appear in nearly enough stories. :o)

Love the snark, and the quiet friendship between the two. The flooding has be worried. And the crumbling grave too. Eep!

::waits patiently for more::
amejisuto
Mar. 5th, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC)
I've always thought that Xander and Tara had a lot in common, their love of Willow just being one thing. Glad you like luv! All but the last bit is up, just waiting on Kitty to send back the last eight pages.
writan_bur
Mar. 6th, 2005 01:10 am (UTC)
ohhhhh, off to a lovely beginning! Now I have to read more!

*smooch* great chapter sweetie!
amejisuto
Mar. 6th, 2005 08:52 am (UTC)
Glad you like the start luv! Believe me, there's a lot more to read! hee! I'll be posting the last it here in a while, hope you like!
phendog
Mar. 6th, 2005 09:44 am (UTC)
Oh, nice set-up! Flood in sunnydale, eh...

*L* Poor Xander...Spike does like to mix his blood and food,no?

Nice thought of them bonding over taking care of Dawn.

Can't wait to read the rest! (Though, unfortunately, I've only the time for the one chapter now...*grr* but I'll come back!)
amejisuto
Mar. 6th, 2005 09:51 am (UTC)
Yep. I've been watching way too much Weather Channel! Glad you like! It's all up when you have time to read it.
rivana
Mar. 6th, 2005 12:09 pm (UTC)
Hel yess!!
This was really, really good. I loved your Xander. How he's nice, but not a pushover or blind to his friend's faults. Also really liked the Tara owning the store and them fixing stuff without the others. Oh, and really liked Spike standing up to the slayer and Xander overhearing. Well, yeah. Okay, I liked just about everything. Eexcept maybe Xander being a bit too much of a klutz. Be a doll and give him some more grace will ya. :-)
amejisuto
Mar. 6th, 2005 12:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Hel yess!!
Thanks! So glad you like! I like a Xander who's not a zeppo myself. I based his slipping on the fact that it's dark, muddy and raining like hell.

That and the fact that minutes before I wrote that I went out for the newspaper and slid down the hill on my bum thanks to all the mud outside. Hee!
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