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Title: Trapped
Author: baudown
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Word Count: 500

The first time it happens, Spike protests. “It’ll heal on its own,” he says.

“Don’t be dumb,” Xander snaps, tightly gripping Spike’s wrist, attempting to force a surrender. Spike could break the hold in an instant, but he doesn’t, and isn’t sure why.

“Not that deep,” Xander says, inspecting the wound. “Butterfly stitches should do it.”

The boy’s hands are large — a workingman’s hands — but also, surprisingly graceful.

Spike leaves the line of plasters in place, even after the scar is gone.

Spike rolls his eyes, but keeps his mouth shut, and submits to the boy’s ministrations. Xander hums softly — a comforting sound — as he tweezes the glass from Spike’s head. An old hand, already, at tending to wounds, and the boy is barely eighteen. You might find it sad, were you thusly inclined, which Spike decidedly isn’t.

“I think that’s the last of it,” Xander says, his fingertips still in Spike’s hair.

“Don’t fuss,” Spike complains, not pulling away. Then: “Ta,” he says to the floor.

“Now?” Xander asks. Spike shuts his eyes, nodding. The boy takes a breath, lifts his hands to Spike’s face. There’s a gruesome crunch-crunch: broken bones, realigning. Spike gasps and moans, for dramatic effect, but the boy thinks he’s actually hurt him.

Xander jerks back, turning pale, looking stricken. His hands flutter lamely, unsure where to land, before they touch down on Spike’s shoulders.

Spike prods at the break, assessing the damage. His nose feels swollen, but straight.

“You think I’d do something to ruin that face?” Xander blushes, hands slipping away.

He eases Spike onto the sleeping chair, and cautiously rucks up his shirt. “Christ,” he whispers. “Did you break every rib?” Hoof-shaped bruises — deep purple, blue-black — run riot over Spike’s skin.

Spike tries to shrug, an ill-conceived notion. This time, his groans are authentic.

Xander huffs: “Say goodbye to this bad boy,” and scissors Spike out of his shirt. He smooths soothing ointment on tender spots, turning Spike weak with relief. Don’t stop, don’t stop, he silently begs. But Xander’s moved on to taping his ribs, and hissing out accusations.

“You saw them coming! Why didn’t you move? What’s up with you, lately? What gives?”

It’s true, he’s been fighting poorly. Not sloppy enough that he’s lost any fights; but enough to ensure…

to ensure…

that he’s injured.

It’s nothing he’s consciously plotted or planned, but the pattern — it can’t be ignored. Spike’s been here before. He knows what it means. For him, this never ends well.

“No chair for you,” Xander murmurs, helping Spike limp to the bed. It’s a torturous trip, but worth every step, because Xander climbs in beside him. So good, so close, only inches apart. Spike’s fingers are itching to bridge the distance, but it’s hopeless to reach for more.

Xander’s voice, like a promise, sleepy and sweet: “Tell me you’ll be more careful.”

Spike hopes that his yes sounds convincing. It’s an empty promise, and bound to bring pain, but it’s better than nothing at all.


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Apr. 6th, 2016 11:02 pm (UTC)
That was beautiful and tender and so understated! Brava!
Apr. 7th, 2016 02:24 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
Apr. 7th, 2016 12:00 am (UTC)
OMG! This was perfect!!! PERFECT!!! The way Spike's longing slowly emerges from the shadows, the building of his need... you are incredible! I LOVE THIS STORY!

Apr. 7th, 2016 02:26 am (UTC)
Wow! I'm so happy you felt this way. It's been ages since I've posted anything...I was feeling a bit nervous.
Apr. 7th, 2016 01:29 am (UTC)
Oh that was lovely, sweet and tender and sad, with a glimmer of possibility. Nicely done, hon.
Apr. 7th, 2016 02:28 am (UTC)

Thank you, hon. It's been so long since I've written anything -- I was happy I could manage 500 words!
Apr. 7th, 2016 01:57 am (UTC)
Thank you for contributing! This is lovely, but would mind putting it behind a cut tag? Thank you!!!

Apr. 7th, 2016 02:28 am (UTC)
Oops! Fixed!
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Apr. 7th, 2016 02:28 am (UTC)
Yay! And thanks.
Apr. 7th, 2016 03:42 am (UTC)
This is a thing of great beauty. I've so missed your drabbles.
Apr. 7th, 2016 11:24 am (UTC)
I've missed writing them! Thanks so much.
Apr. 7th, 2016 03:47 am (UTC)
Oh, Spike.
*pets him*

Good stuff! Excellent stuff. :)
Apr. 7th, 2016 11:35 am (UTC)
I know. Poor baby. I mean, I think he does enjoy pain, but I can also see him using it as a way of getting attention/affection. He's just an H/C kind of guy.

Apr. 7th, 2016 01:13 pm (UTC)
That was so beautifully written! Love it.
Apr. 7th, 2016 09:14 pm (UTC)
I'm happy you thought so. Thanks for letting me know!
Apr. 8th, 2016 07:28 am (UTC)
Oh, this nearly made me cry!!

You're so good.
Apr. 8th, 2016 04:44 pm (UTC)
Hmm. Tried to reply earlier, but it didn't post.

Nearly crying is high praise in my book, so thank you.

Edited at 2016-04-10 10:49 pm (UTC)
Apr. 10th, 2016 09:53 pm (UTC)
I love your voice in this, so nicely lilting and rhythmic.
Apr. 11th, 2016 12:34 am (UTC)
I'm always worried that the rhythm I'm hearing is just in my head, so I'm really glad that you heard it too. Thank you!
Jun. 4th, 2016 03:13 pm (UTC)
Hauntingly lovely.
Jun. 4th, 2016 07:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!
Jan. 8th, 2017 01:39 am (UTC)
Oh, this story made me go all soft inside. Great job!

I do hope Spike won't go too far in his pursuit of TLC...

ETA: here from Sparrow's Buffyverse Top 5 rec.

Edited at 2017-01-08 01:41 am (UTC)
Jan. 17th, 2017 08:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I apologize for responding so late...I thought I already had.

So very pleased you enjoyed it.
Jan. 17th, 2017 06:53 pm (UTC)
This is wonderful! So understated and tender, and it leaves me wanting more... you might have just converted me to shipping Spander :D
Jan. 17th, 2017 08:36 pm (UTC)
A potential Spander convert! That's the best feedback EVER!

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