Backfire - Spander Files

The day passed slowly. The patch of sunlight grew to a max width of about ten feet
before it started shrinking again. Angel and Spike slept, and Xander spent his time
watching Spike’s face heal.
Xander’s butt was getting sore from the hard concrete floor. He knew his body
should be telling him to go to the bathroom or to be hungry, but it wasn't. Instead,
he stayed planted next to Spike and he couldn’t figure out why. Sometime in the
early afternoon, Xander didn’t know exactly when since he wasn’t wearing his
watch, Spike opened his eyes. The left one was still very swollen, but it wasn’t
sealed shut anymore. The redness in the right had cleared up. The vampire kept his
head against the wall, but turned it to look at Xander. Xander smiled. Spike didn’t.
“How ya feeling?”
Spike blinked, clearly processing the question. “Bones shifting. Organs mending.
Heart still not beating. Fit as a fiddle, luv. You?”
“My butt hurts.”
Spike nodded and closed his eyes again. Xander reached out and put his hand on
Spike’s arm. The vampire didn’t move.
“Spike,” Xander said softly.
“Mm.”
“Tell me about her.”
Spike opened his eyes which still held very little expression. “Why?”
Xander started stroking his thumb across Spike’s forearm. “Because my
grandmother died when I was eight. I loved her very much. And after the funeral,
my parents stopped talking about her. And after a couple of years, all the pictures of
her that had been around the house were completely replaced with new pictures. My
family lost the memory of her, and now I don’t miss her because I don’t remember
her.”