Title: Cure for Love
Author name: Jacob M. Bosch
Author Email: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui, Sandollar, and David Greenwalt Productions, 20th Century Fox, and whoever else may have a hold upon them. The situation is wholly mine, and I do not mean to infringe upon any copyrights. I borrowed them. I intend on giving them back, but not before I have my fun. Don't sue me. Nobody's paying me to write this… and I really need the cash, too…
Summary: A spell cast on Angel causes some problems for Xander.
Couples: X/Angel, B/Angel
Spoilers: Quasi-season 2.
Rating PG-13—kinda slashy.
Author's comments: This fic is inspired by another story written by saone called A Dream is a Wish Your Demon Makes - a series, which can be found here: . Permission was given to post this story.
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Cure for Love
What the Hell Does Love Have to Do With It?
Xander pushed through the Library's doors and calmly, purposefully, walked over to the book cage.
Buffy Summers and Willow Rosenberg sat side by side at the largest reading table in the Library. A half dozen texts lie open in front of the two girls as they carefully scanned through the respective books in their hands. They were in full research mode. And they'd been that way for the last few months. Rupert Giles, Sunnydale High's Librarian, stood behind the checkout counter several feet away from the Library's entrance cataloging a batch of new reference books delivered earlier that day.
All three looked up from their activities and followed Xander's progression with their eyes.
Willow Rosenberg looked on her oldest friend with pity. She couldn't begin to imagine the amount of craziness Xander endured over the past three months. But she did know Xander was to the point now where he stopped going out at night and stayed barricaded in his house.
If it weren't for school Willow doubted she'd see Xander at all.
Willow also knew it was only a matter of time before he cracked under the pressure. Which is why she wasn't all that surprised by his next words. Just adamant he shouldn't go through with what he planned.
Buffy's face was a battleground of expressions, warring between wariness and anger. She knew it wasn't fair to blame Xander but there it was. Or maybe it was just the situation she hated? At first when it all started Buffy remembered laughing herself silly, but over the weeks it became less and less amusing. She wanted to help Xander through this but it was hard to get past her own hurt.
Giles watched the young man with an interest not unlike scientific curiosity. Perhaps a smattering of concern, but mostly it was inquisitiveness. To say it amazed Giles that the young man had managed for so long without going mad was an understatement. He often wondered if he could have dealt with Xander's predicament half as well.
"Xander, what are you doing in there?" Giles asked when the boy went straight for the weapons cabinet inside the book cage.
Xander opened the armoire and began selecting weapons. First, he pulled out an unsheathed Dagesse short sword, then a vial of holy water, which he stuffed into the front pocket of his baggy denim pants. And finally he removed two wooden stakes and slid them into the waistband of his pants behind his back.
"Xander, where are you going with all those weapons?" Willow called out to the young man, her voice teetering on panic.
Xander had taken off his jacket and wrapped it around the sword and tucked it under his left arm, then he closed the cabinet and started out of the cage. Willow didn't know what was scaring her more: Xander's arming himself for a siege or the serene demeanor that comprised his appearance.
"Xander!" Both Willow and Buffy shouted jumping to their feet when it looked like Xander was going to leave the Library without answering them.
Xander stopped and turned to them and said, "Oh, I'm just gonna go kill Angel."
"You can't!" Willow exclaimed.
Xander smiled. "Can, will, gonna. See I've given this a lot of thought and I don't see any other way out. Angel has to go poof!"
"Xander, we all know this has been increasingly difficult on you, but--" Giles began.
"Difficult? Difficult he says! You don't know the half of it! Do you know what that lunatic did last night?" Xander pointed back at the Library doors as if Angel was standing behind them. "Angel came to my house stood outside my window and serenaded me! It was two o' clock in the morning and he sang, or tried to sing, 'Are You Strong Enough to Be My Man?' He has to die!"
No one said anything for a moment as they all pictured the event Xander described in their minds.
It was Willow who recovered first. "Xander we're still searching for the spell that's going to reverse--"
"We've been looking for three months and nothing, nada, zippo!" Xander interrupted. "No more magic, I got the perfect solution right here." Xander tapped the camouflaged sword under his arm, smiling. There was something slightly manic to his grin causing Willow and Giles to exchange worried glances.
Buffy inched her way closer to Xander. "Xand, listen. I know this thing with Angel sucks but it's really not his fault it's happening." Buffy was standing right in front of Xander now. She was smiling at him, she hoped, reassuringly. "Angel can't help how he feels."
Xander's face fell away from his grin so fast Buffy took an unconscious step backwards. She never thought a human being could possess such a cold expression.
"Sounds like a personal problem to me," he said.
Giles cleared his throat and stepped from around the Library's checkout desk. "Buffy is right, Xander. Angel is an innocent--" a snort from Xander, "--bystander. It wouldn't be right to, ah, kill him for actions he has no control over just to make your life more comfortable."
Xander, his face turn down and a little to the side, seemed to think over Giles words then, before even Buffy could react, the boy turned and shot out of the Library.
"Damn!" Buffy said launching after him.
"Xander!" Willow moved to follow behind Buffy, but Giles stopped her.
"Willow, wait! Buffy can handle Xander for the time being, we need to find that reversal spell!"
Willow found it hard to not alternate her attention between Giles and the still swinging Library doors.
"Giles, what are we going to find tonight that we haven't been able to find in the past three months?"
"I haven't a clue," Giles conceded. He snatched his glasses from his face and brutally rubbed the fingers and palm of his other hand over his eyes. "Though I loathe to admit it, I'm very much hoping we might strike upon something by luck," he said.
Willow shot one last glance at the doors before following Giles into the stacks.
"Yeah, because luck is in such good supply on the Hellmouth."
If Xander could've avoided going to the Library he would have. But he didn't have any hard-core weapons at his place. And in all likelihood Angel wasn't going to stand there and take it like a man when Xander tried to give him a deep chest massage with a stake.
No matter how—gah—in love he was.
Xander was already speeding from the students' parking lot when Buffy made it out of the school. He'd left the car's motor running and the doors unlocked—because it really helps in these situations if you're prepared. That's why he borrowed his dad's car in the first place. Actually, stealing was a more apt description, but Xander needed wheels. He was a fast runner, but not fast enough to outrun a slayer on a mission.
Case in point.
He saw Buffy running after the car in the rearview mirror. She was keeping up pretty good until Xander revved the car up to fifty miles per hour and left her in his dust. Well, what did she expect?
Sure she looked hot in those knee-high boots and mini skirt, but they really weren't the stuff you wanted to wear while chasing down a motor vehicle. Nodding with satisfaction, Xander settled back in the driver's seat and slowed down to the legal speed limit. No use getting pulled over. He was on borrowed time as it was.
Cruising down Credence Avenue Xander felt an ever-present tension in his neck begin to ebb. Even his stomach felt a calmer, except for the flutteryness that came with anticipation. Three months of looking over his shoulder and avoiding secluded places—and public places for that matter—at night would finally be behind him. And the answer to his problem had been so simple. Xander could slap himself for not thinking of it sooner.
Xander parked right in front of Angel's apartment door, killed the engine, and grabbed the bandaged sword lying on the passenger seat. As he got out of the car Xander un-wrapped the sword and tossed his jacket back onto the seat. Angel's apartment building was in a seedy part of town so a guy walking around with a big ass shiny sword probably wasn't as crazy a sight as it should be. But when he walked up to Angel's front door he hid the sword behind his back before knocking.
It was three hours before sundown and Angel should be home. Although Xander really didn't know the vampire's habits other than his penchant for following Buffy around to deliver ominous warnings. And lately Angel didn't even do that anymore. He now directed his dire warnings to Giles.
After a few moments Xander heard a muffled response that could have been a 'who is it?' from behind the door.
An instant later the door opened into a dimly illuminated space. Angel stood several feet away from the doorway, well out of reach of the afternoon sunshine. He stared at Xander with wonder, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. For a second, Xander saw that innocence Giles was harping on back at the Library shimmering through Angel's eyes.
"My love," Angel whispered. With those words any doubts Xander might have had about offing Angel disappeared. Xander came into the apartment swinging.
Angel ducked under Xander's first wild swing at his neck. Xander swung again and completely lost control of the arc and the short sword bit into the doorframe, jarring his arms with teeth rattling force. He almost dropped the sword, but managed to keep a weak one-handed grip with his right hand.
Xander jerked the Dagesse from the wooden frame and cursed when he saw that Angel had retreated further into the apartment.
"Xander, why are you trying to get me with that sword?" Angel asked, backing away over the stone platform leading towards the bedroom area.
"Never mind," Xander replied pursuing the vampire." Can you stand still for a second?"
"Will you try and cut me if I do?"
"I won't cut you."
Angel pointed at the sword. "Could you put the sword down?"
"No, I need it to lop off your head."
"But… but, I love you!"
Angel stopped moving and placed his hand against his chest. "I don't understand. How can you kill me for loving you?"
"Because you won't leave me alone, you moron!"
"I can't help it. I need you."
"No, you don't! You're under a stupid, life wrecking spell, genius!"
Angel shook his head violently and declared passionately, "My love is pure and true!"
"That's it! Dead boy, get ready to meet your inner dust bunny!"
Xander brought the sword up again, holding the Dagesse like a batter and ran at Angel. This time his swing was more conservative than the overextended swipe he'd taken earlier. He aimed the blade at Angel's midsection, hoping for greater success with a larger target than the vampire's neck. Angel leaped backwards, avoiding the attack, but Xander was ready for the vampire's agility this time. He quickly lunged forward and nearly whooped when one of the Dagesse's edges made contact with the left side of Angel's ribcage.
It was a glancing wound, but Xander didn't even expect to land that much on a forewarned Angel.
"You know, if you really loved me you'd obey my every command and hold still," Xander said.
"Sorry, my love, but I have to put my foot down when it comes to decapitation," was Angel's amused reply.
Growling, Xander took another swipe at Angel with the sword. "Don't call me that!" And missed his quarry completely.
"What would you prefer I call you? Shmoopie? Blood muffin?"
Xander's left eye began twitching. "Don't you dare."
"Then I won't. All I want to do is talk to you. Get to know you. We haven't said much to each other since we—I—fell in love with you, Xander. You always run from me."
Suddenly, Xander's face sported a shy smile and downcast puppy dog eyes.
"You're right—I'm sorry. It's just that I'm not used to anyone showing me that kind of affection."
Angel smiled back at the young man. "I understand. And don't think I'm not proud to be the first to do so."
Xander lowered the sword to his side and looked down at the floor, kicking the tip of his tennis shoes at the surface of the floor.
"I've had people tell me that they loved me before, Angel, but when it came right down to it they always let me down."
Angel emitted a sound in his throat that was very pitying, and he took a step closer to Xander, extending his arms. "I won't disappoint you, my love. Never you."
"I know you won't," Xander said.
As Angel moved to close the distance separating them Xander brought the sword up and pushed the point into Angel's gut. And kept pushing until it came out through the vampire's back. Xander's nostrils flared as the scent of blood tainted the air. The blade's journey took it through Angel's backbone and pried apart his vertebrae. Slicing his spinal cord in two.
Xander raised his head to find Angel's dark brown eyes, widened with shock, staring back at him. Xander's eyes were hazel pools of apathy as he twisted the blade around, making sure he totally severed Angel's spine. Angel moaned as Xander withdrew the Dagesse with one slow pull.
"Man, you're a complete sucker when you're in love," Xander said as the vampire dropped heavily to the floor.
"Smarter than the average bear you are not. I mean… come on!" Xander exclaimed, then his voice became high-pitched, mimicking his earlier proclamation to Angel. "'I've never had anyone really care about me like that before.' For the love of God Angel, you actually bought that crap? Hel-looo! Willow, remember her?"
Xander walked around Angel's paralyzed body. He maneuvered the sword over Angel and lined the bloodied blade up with the vampire's neck.
"Don't worry," he said as he lifted the sword over his head. "I'll make it quick. Lickety-split."
Buffy was tired and sweaty and pissed off. And she was all three because she let Xander dupe her. Xander of all people! She'd really thought they were getting through to him, but instead she ended up having to run all the way from Sunnydale High to the apartment, praying she wasn't too late to save Angel—from Xander. Who shouldn't have been the slightest threat to the two hundred and forty-ish vampire, but was probably the biggest threat Angel had ever faced.
A wave of dread went through Buffy when she saw the car Xander used to drive away from the school parked in front Angel's place, and that Angel's door was hanging wide open. Muting her footsteps against the sidewalk Buffy cautiously made her way up to the doorway. Xander was already skittish and paranoid, so barging in would only make matters worse.
She made out the voices of two guys. The voices were speaking in subdued tones making Buffy's "uh-oh" radar go off. Xander and Angel talking to each other in a calm, rational manner—okay, what wacky universe are we in now?
Then Buffy heard a carrying "Thuck". The kind of sound flesh makes when it gets run through… with a sword. She rushed inside the apartment, the spare lighting coming from behind the milky white skin of an oriental screen near the door allowed her eyes to adapt quickly and take in the scene inside the apartment. She was already running when she screamed:
Xander, sword raised overhead, stood over a man who was lying on his back wearing a white tee shirt and faded blue jeans—Angel. Her quasi-boyfriend held his stomach together with both hands, blood pouring out from under his fingers. His white shirt made the wound that much more shocking as blood stained the material.
Angel's eyes were glassy, and he gazed up at Xander with hurt and such wanting…
Xander gave Buffy the briefest glance before he started to bring the sword down. Buffy collided with him before the blade came within mere inches of Angel's neck. They both went down in a tumble onto the hardwood floor away from Angel. Buffy grabbed a hold of Xander's wrist and slammed his hand into the floor and he lost his grip on the sword. Buffy scrambled on top of Xander and sat on his stomach and pinned his arm to the ground with her left hand, while her right forearm pressed firmly against his chest.
"I can't believe you tried to do it!" Buffy screamed down at him. "Well, actually, I can, but… still!"
"Buffy, I know you're jealous an' everything, but I'm in the middle of something here. If you wanna pick this up some other time…"
"It has to stop, Buffy!"
"Not like this. Just give Giles a little more time to find the counter spell."
"How long exactly? A day, a week?"
"Xander, come on!"
"I love him, Xander. And this spell is hurting me just as much as it's hurting you. How do you think it makes me feel to see and hear him proclaim his undying love for you? It-it's like my heart's being stomped on every time he does it!"
"If you care anything about me you'll give us a chance to make things right again. I know Angel was never your favorite person but he doesn't deserve to die like this. Not while he's under the influence of Spike and Drusilla's spell."
Xander really seemed to mull what she said over, but Buffy didn't relax her hold on him. He was way trickier than she ever gave him credit for. After a several moments of silence, Xander finally nodded.
"Okay, okay, I'll hang in for a little while longer."
Buffy closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief. Slowly, she released her pin and helped Xander to his feet. Then she went over to Angel, whose gut wound had yet to heal. Angel stared up at the ceiling distraught. Buffy's heart lurched when she saw tears spilling from the corners of his eyes, she knew they weren't flowing because of his injury.
"Angel, are you going to be okay?" Buffy asked as she knelt down beside him, inspecting the gaping hole in his mid-section. Angel could survive such a wound, but Buffy wasn't sure if the blood loss wouldn't kill him. And judging by the amount soaked into the carpet under him, Angel lost a great deal of blood.
Angel shook his head. "He hates me."
"You got that right, pal," Xander ranted behind her. Buffy threw a quick, but scathing glare at the boy before turning back to Angel.
"No, Angel, Xander doesn't hate you," Buffy thrust her hand out behind her and cut off any remark coming from Xander. "He's just… just wigged."
Angel seemed to really focus on her for the first time. "Really?"
Buffy gently pressed her hand to Angel's face and caressed his tears away with her thumb. "Really. Now we're going to take you back to the Library and get you patched up."
"I-I don't think I can make it that far," Angel said.
"We'll take Xander's car."
"What! Are you crazy? My dad's already going to commit infanticide because I took his car in the first place! I don't even want to think about what he'll do if I bring it back with blood all over the upholstery!"