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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.
"Xand, you can't have chocolate when you're this sick. You're all dehydrated. We need to get you some fluids and stuff."
"No. Chocolate." Xander was resolute. If he couldn't get them to give him chocolate, he would crawl to the store and get some himself. Time to get out of bed. Except he couldn't get up. So, okay, he'd roll. Just as the edge of the bed and a hard landing on the floor seemed imminent, Spike caught him.
"Whoa, pet. Don't go wandering off."
"Why is he so determined to get chocolate?"
"S'what I've been trying to tell you." Heh. Spike sounded really frustrated with Willow. It was kind of nice to hear him snark at someone else for a change. "He got some dodgy chocolate in the mail. Chocolate Hurricanes as a matter of fact, and that's all he wants to eat. Last time this happened it made him feel better."
"That's just weird."
"What is it you kids say? Well, duh."
Xander reached out and poked Spike in the leg. Well, he tried to, but he was so weak it came out more like a tiny love tap. "You want something pet?"
"Mm hmm. Chocolate. Be nice to Willow."
"So you think someone sent him poisoned chocolate in the mail?"
"No. It's not poisoned. I'd smell it. But I think it may be witched."
No. No way were his Hurricanes causing this. Cracking open one eye, Xander focused all of his ire on Spike in a nasty glare. Which went completely unnoticed.
"Well it wasn't me! I wouldn't do this."
"Never said it was. But it bears looking into, don't you think?"
"Yes. Of course. It's just everyone thinks if there's magic, and it's bad, that it's me. And it's not. Me, I mean. Oh, this is bad. He's really sick."
And he was. Heaving again, here, but nothing left to come out, just dry spasms of his stomach. Cool hands, Spike hands, brushed his hair off his forehead and settled him back on the bed when he finished.
"Yeah, he really is. If he had any more of the stuff, I'd feed it to him, just until we found out what was wrong. He's much healthier on it than off."
They were quiet for long minutes, both Willow and Spike thinking hard. The only sound Xander heard was his own harsh breathing. Then Spike spoke up again.
"Pet? Can you answer me a question?"
"Umm hmm."
"When was the last time you checked your mail?"
"Three." Xander hoped Spike knew that meant three days. He couldn't get his tongue to work, really, and it was kinda scary. His whole body really hurt and his head was just going to explode any minute.
"Right. Three days. Where are his keys? I'm going to check the ruddy mail."
"Oh, good idea. Maybe there's more. And if there is, I can you know, examine it. With science."
"Be right back." Leaving. Spike was leaving. Xander protested. At least he tried to. Oh that was just pathetic. Little hurty noises escaped him and he edged toward the side of the bed, and that was the best protest he could manage. "Said I'd be right back, and I will, pet. Don't worry. Try to get some water in him."
"Okay." Yep, Spike left him. Asshole. And Willow left too, but she was back soon, with a sport bottle full of water. "Come on, Xand. Try to drink some water for me?"
Scared Willow. Xander heard it in her voice. That was of the bad, him scaring Willow, so he tried really hard to drink the water. He got two sips down his raw throat before his stomach rebelled.
"Oh, Xander this is bad. Very, very bad."
"M'sorry."
"No. It isn't your fault. This is someone playing a nasty trick. We'll find them. I promise."
"Paydirt." It was Spike. He was back. Fighting his reluctant eyelids, Xander looked to see what he was so happy about. A package. Small and brown with stamps on it. Familiar looking. Xander whimpered.
"Please?"
"Hold on, luv. I'm getting there." The sound of ripping cardboard and packing tape was very loud, and Xander could practically smell the chocolate.
"Spike! We can't give him that. What if it's really bad for him?"
"Oh, yeah, and shivering withdrawl with a side of the heaves is good for him? Here pet, I've got your chocolate right here." Oh, good Spike. Nice Spike. Chocolate right under his nose, and Xander snapped at it, like a rabid dog. The chocolate came with him when he pulled his head back to chew, and he guessed that Spike was afraid he'd draw back a bloody nub if he didn't let go. That was okay. Not a Hurricane, but something he hadn't had in almost as long. His second favorite childhood candy bar, a Caramel Tornado bar. Oh, yum.
Holding out his hands for another bar, Xander practically growled at Spike, who laughed and put another unwrapped chocolate in his hands. Scarfed it down too, and within minutes, Xander felt almost human again. He sat up on the edge of the bed and arranged the covers around him carefully.
"Thanks, Spike."
"No problem, pet."
Wills?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure you take one of those chocolate bars with you when you go, so you can test it. If you leave it here, I'll eat it."
Nodding, Willow smiled at him. "Are you willing to believe it's the chocolate now?"
"Looks like I don't have much of a choice."
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