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Jillian K
Disclaimer: BTVS is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant enemy. This fic is intended for entertainment purposes only so no money is being made of it. As if anybody would pay.
Summary: In a different Sunnydale in where the demon threat has been neutralized
Author’s note: For anyone interested “Experimental” has a companion piece titled “Night Watcher” (sucky title I know). It is done in Spike’s POV and is incredible mushy, but then again our favorite vamp has his mushy moments. Plus, I am feeling rather mushy after a very good weekend;)
I dropped to my knees before his unconscious form. Foolishly I reached for his pulse before I remembered. He wasn’t human. He wouldn’t have a heartbeat and he wouldn’t be subject to a simple fainting spell. No, this had to be something else.
I positioned him in my arms and carried him away from the bathroom. I should have enjoyed the feel of his nude body but was too terrified. His head wobbled as I quickly made my way up the stairs. I had to stop midway and shift him so his neck was supported.
Once in my room, I carefully placed him on my still unmade bed. The sheet was drawn over the lower portion of his body. It horrified me to see how much the white sheet mirrored his deathly pallor.
Oh God, Oh God, What’s wrong?
He hadn’t been staked. Hadn’t bathed in holy water or met with any crucifixes. There was no reason why he was now unconscious. No reason at all.
In desperation I shook him violently.
Nothing, not even a stir.
In my head I went through all options. I couldn’t take him to the ER. They don’t treat vampires there. Maybe Giles? But he would notify the council or the Initiative even if I beg him not to. Riley? God no. Willow.
Willow with her foray into the dark arts would now. She had to know.
I grabbed the phone and punched Willow’s number. It rung four times before the answering machine took the call. I couldn’t risk leaving a message so I hung up.
Willow would have left for class five minutes ago.
There was no one else I could trust.
My helplessness disgusted me. I sank to the floor by his bedside and let the worry overwhelm me.
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He finally came to at a quarter past noon. His lashes fluttered as if he were awakening from a pleasant sleep. In less than a second I had climbed up the bed and sat facing him. The baby blues blinked a couple of times before they focused on me. His lips formed a weak smile.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I don’t know. You just collapsed in the bathroom floor. I tried to revive you but you wouldn’t respond. It was like you were dead” I couldn’t keep the anxiety from my words.
“You must mean more dead” he teased.
“How can you joke about it?” I demanded, his light banter was aggravating my over wrung nerves. “William you were out more than three hours for no apparent reason”
The humor left his eyes at once. “Sorry, pet. I didn’t mean to worry you”
He sounded contrite and I immediately softened.
“I know you didn’t. I just got spooked because I didn’t know what was wrong with you. I still don’t know what is wrong with you”
“ I don’t know either luv. All I remember is finishing my shower and trying to get out of the bathroom without dripping all over it”
“So you didn’t hit your head or anything?”
He shook his head. “No, not at all”
“Has this happened before?”
“I wish. There had been dozens of times in the lab were I longed for unconsciousness but I could never achieve that on my own” He said with an edge of bitterness “but don’t worry about it. Its not like I ‘m gonna die”
“But I remember that you told me that you have been feeling like you didn’t have any energy” I had been planning to ask the salesperson at Petco if I was mixing the feeding formula properly but with all the craziness of last week it had slipped.
He shrugged. Something was definitely off.
I decided to let it go. Maybe I could find a way to get some clues from Riley without making him suspicious. That is before I broke up with him.
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Things were pretty uneventful for the remaining of the day. William had gone back to bed and I made the necessary preparations for tonight. I waxed, manicured, perfumed and curled. The inner cheerleader told me that if I was going to break off with someone, I’d better do it in style.
Six minutes to seven and I was finally ready. It was time to wake up William for the ride over to Willow’s. I could have taken him earlier but I didn’t want to interrupt his much-needed sleep and I really wanted him to see me at my best. I wanted him to think that I was pretty.
I got my wish. His eyes moved appreciatively over my body. It was obvious that the fitted cream-colored dress met with his approval. But I wanted him to say it.
“Do you like?” I asked innocently although I knew the answer.
He responded by drawing me into his arms and giving me a long, passionate kiss that smudged my no-smudge lipstick. When we finally pulled away I could see that his lips bore the red imprint of mine.
“We have to go” I said breaking the mood.
“I don’t want you to go with him” he said possessively.
“But I have to. We have to be together one last time. After tonight I’m all yours”
“Promise?”
“I swear” I said simply. It was the truth.
“Okay” He got up and pulled on his jeans and tee shirt. After lacing up his boots he was ready to go.
His tousled blond curls made him look like a little boy. I tried smoothing them with my hand but they were as rebellious as their owner. Said owner gave me a meaningful glance. I decided we better go before things got more intense.
We headed towards the kitchen. Something told me that it would be best if he had his dinner here and not at Willow’s. He concurred and quickly drank his portion.
I went to move the car closer to the house. Although it was already dark I didn’t want to risk someone seeing him and becoming curious as to whom he was.
As to be expected he was a little reluctant to leave the house. After all this was his haven. His safe place. Out there were the Initiative labs. But we had to go. I grasped his hand and pulled him along gently towards the warm Sunnydale evening.
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