Walker of Night Part 2

[madimpossibledreamer]

Still the female Spike that's really trope-y and doesn't do anything new with the trope-yness.  Some really great lines/very Buffy wordage.
This particular part is my least favorite because it has another trope I dislike so I'm not sure why I even wrote it.  It's definitely hinting at character bashing, and while Xander ends up staying in a world with some versions of his friends instead of taking off solo and breaking the whole Found Family thing, it's still a distant cousin writing-wise.
I can't figure out if Nightwalkers are cringey or cool as a concept.  They're less powerful versions of vampires, who have to work out and practice like a Slayer to be truly dangerous, but they also can walk in the sun.  I vaguely remember a concept of "vampiric wizards played with this idea and decided the loss of power wasn't really worth it", but don't know for sure now.  (Also, not sure why I didn't call them Daywalkers, since that's more thematically appropriate....)
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Summary: Xander really shouldn't play with magical artifacts.
Word Count: 953
Rating: Teen?
Pairing: Xander/Spike

 

            “Don’t want ya gettin’ too attached to me, pet.  Ya’ll go back, an’ when you do I don’t want some Slayer accusin’ me ‘o breakin’ ya.”  He blinked.  Spike sounded sad and distracted and really, were those tears in her eyes?  Because that was definitely of the bad.  He’d made a Nightwalker cry.  Great.  Xander, can’t kill the demons and Things That Walk on the Supernatural Side of Life, but can sure make them feel terrible about themselves.
            He leaned forward and kissed her on the top of her head, feeling her shake under his touch as he ran his hands down her arms.  “O-kay, how about this?  You and I never get…naked…” he managed to say the word, and she stopped shaking and leered up at him, and yes, that was going to do wonders for keeping each other out of the bedroom, thanks Spike, “…and I’ll date you.  Because if she never comes and gets me, or even if it takes a while, I don’t want to have to live my life alone and miserable until that happens, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either.  And you’re really beautiful and I just want…I think it’s already too late for me if you know what I mean.  You’re my type, if I have a type, which I think I do because I’ve always liked strong women who can basically run all over me and I’m doing the talking thing, aren’t I?  I’m sorry, I can’t help myself, just Harris mouth running here…”
            She reached up and effectively shut him up, yanking his head down hard enough his head was spinning, and while he was still trying to find his brain she short-circuited it again with a kiss, biting a bit savagely and then moaning into his mouth, soothing it over with her tongue.  When she finally broke the kiss and stood back, she burst out laughing.  “Oh, look at you, luv.  Finally found a way to shut ya up, an’ I plan to use it every single time I bloody well please.”  She got more serious, at least in the Spike variety, and grinned at him.  “Surprised we’re bein’ the mature ones here, Xand.  Can’t promise I won’t get off with you, but I’ll try no naked.”
            There was another kiss, and Xander moaned and his brain put out something like “I can’t believe it either,” but it came out a bit garbled and neither of them really cared.

            Xander’s life was going good for a change and he was even beginning not to mind the whole ‘stuck in an alternate dimension thing’ as he leaned forward to kiss his sweet, strong Nightwalker, seeing as he actually had mates-friends-who actually liked him and cared about him and noticed he was around and he had a girlfriend who actually cared about him and was in it for more than the shagging-he reallly had been around her too much but it wasn’t as if that was exactly a bad thing-but then the world tilted to an odd angle and the lights went all wonky and strange color filled and he was struggling to catch his breath.  Spike went into Danger Mode, fangs fully extended and leaning forward to try to support him and figure out what was wrong.
            “Xand, luv, wot’s wrong?” she asked somewhat urgently, but with the not being able to talk thing he couldn’t exactly answer.
            Suddenly he felt a sharp tug on his shirt, and he was in Giles’ house and Willow was sobbing, so happy to see him back, and Buffy was saying something about having to come after him, and he just couldn’t stand it.
            “No!” he screamed at them, and they started to fall silent.  “No no no no no no no no no no no!”  He could hear the ghostly whisper of his beautiful Spike in his ear, telling him he was acting like a kid on a tantrum and could he please act mature for once, like she could talk, although in more English words, and more with the babble.  “You do not get to do that to me!  You do not leave me for that long, and then pull me back just as things are going good for a change!  That is a thing that is majorly not of the good variety!”  He was practically screaming at them, and they were all really confused, and then he was diving at the necklace before they could think of destroying it, because really, the one chance he’d had at a…well, not a normal relationship, but a good one, and they just had to pull him out of it before he got anything real out of it.  He heard the screaming, and then he was falling and it was easier this time.

            He saw Spike, walking home staring at the ground, kicking at the sidewalk, and then he saw drunk humans heading in her direction and now he knew what the Buffster was talking about with how the fighting felt good.  He practically charged in their direction and was on them before they realized anything.  Xander before the hop wouldn’t have known what to do, would probably have run the other direction with a girlish scream, but Spike had insisted on the fighting lessons, and his kicks and punches slid smoothly into place, and he felt a burning satisfaction as he saved His Girl.
            “Finally get wot ya wanted and ya’re back.  Absolute nutter,” she muttered under the breath, but that long, slow snog showed that yes, she missed him, and was grateful for the save even though she’d never say anything.  He understood.  Bloody chip.  Probably literally, actually, since it was in his beautiful girl’s brain.