By: Broodus Foreheadus
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series, nor do I make any money from these stories. I am just borrowing the guys, but I can't promise they will be clean when I give them back. ;)
Warnings: At this point you should know….
A/N: *dodges flying produce* Ok I don't think there's really anything I can do to apologize properly. All I can really say is: I'm sorry! First there was life stuff. Then, when I would sit and try to write, it just wouldn't come. Maybe I need someone to help me out a bit? I don't really know how all that works but I'm open to learn if you want to school me in the ways of Fanfic Etiquette. Anyways, feel free to give me hell for being away. I'll be over there, in the corner, eating bugs and typing away on my laptop while mumbling quietly to myself... ^_^ By the way... I'M BACK!
Last time on Convulsus... (Hehe I've always wanted to say that)
Spike was having a very pleasant dream when he was awakened by being thrown through a wall. Once he recovers, he realizes the threat is not some slimy monster... but Xander.
Now back to the boys.
With a feral roar that would make most vamps piss their pants and run, Xander launched himself exhibiting speed that no human could match. Spike, having expected the move, rolled forward across the tiled floor to trade places with Xander. Fuck! Bloke's pretty spry for a bloody coma patient. He wasn't given much chance to recover as Xander hurtled across the small space barreling into Spikes midsection sending them both to the floor in a flurry of limbs. Spike struggled to block lightning quick blows and keep Xander's teeth out of his flesh, while at the same time, bringing his feet up as a barrier between them.
Suddenly Xander's gone. Spike looked up in time to see Xander leap through the hole in the wall before speeding away. Whithout another thought, he follows, diving through the hole and following his Love down the hall at top speed. Even a human could have found him eventually just by following the trail of overturned hospital equipment and the frightened screams of patients, visitors and orderlies alike. He rounded the corner and came upon the first body. It looked almost human but with less features, like an unfinished clay model dressed in scrubs. It looked as if two hands reached in and ripped out the front of the demon's ribcage. Xander, what the hell happened to you?
Spike took this all in with barely a glance as he sped past in his pursuit. He followed the carnage up a flight of stairs to the ground level. He burst through the stairwell door into a lobby area in time to see Xander savagely rip the head off a demon from behind and throwing the decapitated head like an oversized softball at another advancing demon. Xander didn't seem intimidated by the four demons advancing on him. He ducked a punch by one demon and swept his legs out from underneath him. As that demon fell to the ground, Xander rolled backwards onto his shoulders and drove his foot up into the next demon's neck. Xander sprang to his feet and started advancing on the demon, but he was rocked to the side from a blow to the ribs by the third demon.
Spike Seized the opportunity to leap onto Xander's back and wrap himself around him with an iron grip, effectively pinning the struggling former-human to the ground. Out of nowhere, the doctor pushed through the crowd and stuck Xander with a syringe. Slowly, Xander's screaming and struggling died down until he was unconscious. Kneeling over Xander's sleeping form, Spike trailed a finger down his, once again, innocent face, pondering the confused mix of emotions roiling inside him. What happened to his Xander with the goofy smile and the incessant babbling? Is it even Xander in there anymore?
Snarling, Spike rounded on the doctor and grabbed him by the front of his scrubs. "What the hell did you do to him?" The words were roared in the doctor's face calm and collected face.
"I can assure you I have done nothing to the boy. You should know. Ever since he was brought to me, you've questioned everything I've done. When would I have had time to do anything?"
Spike took a deep breath and released the doctor. He'd vigilantly watched over Xander for so many months, and to suddenly have him wake up as this snarling vicious creature was playing hell on his emotions.
"So what are we going to do now doc?"
"Well first, he needs to be strapped down to a bed, and moved to one of our reinforced rooms. Once he's secure, I'll have to do some damage control before I can even think about how to figure this out. So with your permission..." He motioned to a gurney that had been wheeled in. It was one of those with straps everywhere to hold a person down. Spike clenched his jaw to keep himself from growling and reminded himself that this was necessary. He lifted Xander's sleeping form onto the gurney and did up the straps himself. With a passing thanks to the doctor, he followed as an orderly wheeled Xander toward an elevator.
The room they brought Xander to a small, sparse, room. The walls were concrete, at least a foot thick, and probably steel reinforced, with a heavy reinforced steel door built into the wall. There was nothing in the room except a chair, and the bed Xander was strapped to. After, a few questions to the orderlies, Spike was reassured that the restraints had spells on them and it was unlikely that Xander would be able to break them. Spike really didn't want a repeat of tonight's activities if he could help it.
Spike sat in the lone chair which he moved to his usual spot by the bed. He'd been deep in thought for two days now. It had been almost two hours before the doctor came, a team of nurses and whatnot in tow, to do the poke and prod routine for the tests. The doctor said that It would be a day or two before the results would be in. Xander awoke from his drug induced slumber with a vengeance. For a while, Spike had tried to talk to him to see if he could find a spark of recognition, but it was as if his boy had gone wild and feral. Xander had spoken no words or even showed signs that he could communicate. He just screamed and snarled and thrashed like a trapped and furious wild animal. Finally they made the decision to sedate him so he wouldn't hurt himself. Spike couldn't forget his eyes as he snarled. There was nothing human behind those eyes. Spike couldn't help but wonder about Xander's future if he was stuck like this. Could he be taught what it was to be human again? Would he ever be safe to be around his friends again? Spike had decided long ago that he would care for Xander no matter what state he woke up in, and this didn't change that plan.
The screeching metal sound of the door opening broke him from his musings. The doctor walked in flipping through papers on an overflowing clipboard with a confused look on his face.
"Hello Master Spike. If I didn't think you'd attack me, I'd ask how you're holding up."
"Just tell me what you've got...Please."
"Well that is something that's got me confused. We've scanned his brain, and tested his blood, and conducted numerous other tests and they all say the same thing. I've double and triple checked my findings and even sent them to a colleague to be sure. There is nothing medically wrong with this boy. There's not even any evidence to show he was in a coma at all."
"What are you saying? This is all in his head?"
"What I'm saying is: Whatever happened to Xander, it was not medical. My best educated guess is that Xander came across some bad magic, but I'm just a doctor. I don't know anything about magic."
"Is that it then? You tell me you can't do anything and pat me on the head and send me away?"
"I've told you everything I know Master Spike. If you know anyone who deals in magic, I would suggest you bring them in to have a look."
Spike took a breath to try to calm his rage at wasting all this time looking for something medical when it was something mystical all along. Please don't make it too late.
"Thanks Doc. I know some people I can call."
After the doctor left, Spike checked on Xander once more and left to find a phone. It took three tries, but finally, Giles picked up the phone.
"Magic Box. Gi-"
"Giles. It's Spike. Xander's awake."