Backfire - Spander Files

Xander screamed.
Spike took no more blood than the little that leaked out. Xander stilled, his breath
suddenly easy and even. When he opened his eyes, he saw Spike’s blue eyes staring
back at him. Xander smiled. “Hi, Spike.”
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The room stayed quiet as Spike rolled off Xander, but kept him in his arms. Xander
acknowledged everyone else in the room silently, smiling his thanks.
Oz asked the question, “Is that it? Is it over?”
Giles and Willow smiled. Spike and Xander sighed. But it was Buffy who knew.
“No,” she stated and that earned her glares from everyone.
But a minute later, Xander knew it was true. He smiled at Buffy. “Would have been
too easy, huh?”
Buffy nodded, sat back down on the bed and took his hand again. It was then that
Xander saw the healing fingernail-shaped cuts on both her and Spike’s hands. He
looked closer at the group and saw the bruises on each and the tired and terrified
look in their eyes.
Giles sat near the end of the bed and rested a hand on Xander’s leg. “I’m sorry to
say this, but I believe we need to put you in restraints. Buffy and Spike will soon
tire of holding onto you. No matter what they think.” He added that last sentence
quickly as the two in question began to protest.
“No,” Xander argued. “I don’t think I’ll be scratching anymore.”
Willow mirrored Giles’ position on the other side of the bed. “But, I thought it
wasn’t over.”
“The pull’s still here. The burn. But the itch is gone. Don’t know why. And if it