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Cicirossi
Joss Whedon is God and owns all. It's still his world, although we like to sneak in the side door and cover Xander with chocolate sauce and whipped cream when no one's looking.
Spike was still talking when Xander woke up. Well, sort of woke up. More like drifted, because ugh, sick and cold and shivering and... ugh. And the little Discovery channel voice in Xander's head (which sounded disturbingly like Giles) said, "And here we have one of the many disadvantages of sleeping with a vampire. They produce no body heat. So when the sleeper is dying from hypothermia, they can be of no assistance."
So, yeah, chattering teeth and shaking limbs made it really hard to concentrate on what Spike was saying. But he felt distinctly that this time Spike wasn't talking to him. In fact, if he wasn't completely gone, it sounded like Spike was talking on the phone.
"No, I think you'd better come over and see for yourself. Passed right out on me about nine this morning and he's been out of it ever since. Started to wake up about a half hour ago, and he's been taking on something fierce. Mm hmm. No, I didn't. Look, could you just... right. See you soon."
A click that sounded distinctly different than his own clacking teeth came to him, and Xander surmised that Spike had hung up with, well, whoever it was. He really, really needed to throw up. Spike would help him with that, wouldn't he? He had before. The only noise Xander could manage to produce was a little moan, but Spike heard him because cool hands touched his forehead, and how could the rest of his body be subzero when his face was Mr. Heat Miser? His body heaved, and Spike made a noise that sounded like "eww" and his head was over a trash can and yes that was much better with nothing in his stomach.
"What was that, pet?"
Oh, he must have said something. What was it? Oh, yeah. "Who did you call?" he asked, and was appalled at the sound of his own voice. He croaked.
"Your little witch friend, the redhead. You said she already knew about us anyway, so figured she was our best bet."
"Us?" Now that was a scary, scary thing. Possibly scarier than bug people and tribes of jealous women with axes. Him and Spike. An us. But it could be accurate, considering that he was laying there post barf with his head on Spike's thigh and Spike's fingers running soothingly through his hair.
"She should be here in a bit. We'll fix you, love. Promise."
How could they fix him when no one knew what was wrong? Imagine Spike blaming it on his chocolate. Chocolate good. He wished he had some now. Chocolate would make everything better, but he was out, he knew he was, and Spike wouldn't get him any more, because Spike thought the chocolate was hurting him He could almost cry. Maybe Willow would get him some more chocolate.
"What is it? You need to upchuck again?"
Only then did Xander realize that he was actually crying, but only because it hurt so much. Tears mixed with sweat and his mouth tasted foul and why did these things always happen to him? Okay, okay, he'd never been dead, like Buffy. Or a demon, like Anya. And he'd never been courted by a cyber demon or turned into a rat or... so maybe things happened to everyone in Sunnydale. But Xander thought maybe more of them happened to him.
And Spike was waiting for an answer. Xander shook his head, which made it spin fast, look at all the colors. "No. Want chocolate."
"Oh, Hell no. Don't even think about it. Besides, you haven't got anymore, have you? If you think you're up to something, I'll get you some broth."
Well, look at that. He did have to puke again. Gee, thanks Spike. The pounding in his head got worse. And much louder too. It wasn't until Spike gently lowered his head to the bed that he realized someone was actually pounding on the door.
"Took you long enough." Spike's voice again, but far away, way over there next to the door. Then Willow's voice.
"I came as fast as I could. Oh, he looks awful. What did you do to him?"
"Not a bloody thing. He's done this to me before, though. Fell asleep then woke up with the heaves."
"And you said he slept for twelve hours?"
"More like unconscious."
Raising his head took all of the strength he had, but he tried, because Willow sounded really worried. The movement set off a chain reaction of tremors that would make Acme Earthquake pills proud, and sheets Spike had wrapped around him slipped off.
"Spike! He's naked. Why is he naked?"
"Well that was how he was when he passed out, wasn't it? I wrapped him up so he wouldn't be cold, didn't I?"
A whimper from Xander stopped their arguing, and they both turned back toward him. Spike pulled the coverlet back around Xander, and Willow tucked his feet in. "Xander? Do you know what you ate? This can't still be Denny's."
"Hold on. He was sick with you before?"
"Yesterday morning. After he ate at Denny's. I thought maybe it was bad food. Or maybe nerves. You know, because he and you, and well, I didn't think much of it. But he didn't eat all day, until I made him eat a grilled cheese."
"He ate chocolate." Oh, chocolate. Just the mention of the word made Xander squirm hopefully. He missed chocolate. it would make everything better, couldn't they see that?
"Will? Chocolate? Please?"
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