Title: Mr. Sensitivity 1/5
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Willow and Buffy are tired of how Spike treats Xander, or how they think he treats him.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5. No Dawn or Glory.
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Xander was tossed through the air the second time that night while Spike and Buffy fought off the gang of vampires. He never understood why they continued to come after him. It wasn't like he was a real threat to them was he? By the time he got back on his feet Buffy had finished staking the last one.
"You all right, Xan?" Buffy asked, concerned, and she brushed the dust off of her hands.
"The boy's fine," Spike said as he lit up his last cigarette. He needed to remember to steal a pack before he went home.
Buffy glared at Spike. "You don't know he's fine. He could have broken something. God what does Xander see in you?"
"Want to have a peek?" Spike asked with a leer, his fingers splayed around the zipper of his black jeans.
"You're such a pig, Spike," Buffy said with disgust. "Xander, I'm taking you to the hospital."
Xander held his arm in front of him. "It's fine, Buff. It's just a sprain. When I get home I'll ice it."
"Then come home with me. Willow will take a look at it," Buffy tried to convince him. "You shouldn't be alone."
"I won't be alone. Spike lives with me, remember?" Xander said as he walked over to Spike's side. "We're going to get home. I'll talk to you later."
Buffy looked like she was about to protest. "Just call me if you need to talk… or have someone around that actually gives a damn about you." After Spike gave her the two finger salute she turned and walked away.
As soon as she was out of the graveyard Spike gently took hold of Xander's arm, examining his wrist. "How sore is it, luv?"
"All right, nothing a few aspirins won't cure. Maybe a hot bath," Xander suggested and wrapped his uninjured arm around Spike's slim waist. "You know one of these days Buffy is going to really beat you up because she thinks you don't care about me."
They walked out of the graveyard and through the streets to their apartment. "The last thing I need is the slayer and witch knowing you have me wrapped around your sodding pinky. As long as I don't hurt you I doubt either of them would do anything to me except bitch at me."
"Willow, I am telling you he doesn't give a damn about Xander!" Buffy said as she paced in front of the couch for the tenth time. "I don't understand why Xander is still with him."
Willow worried her bottom lip. "He obviously sees something we don't or he hopes there is something there that isn't."
"Well whatever it is we can't let this go on anymore." Buffy declared. She went and grabbed her trusty Mr. Pointy.
"Buffy, you can't kill him!" Willow rushed over to stop her. "You would break Xander's heart."
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you have a better plan then?"
"Well…" Willow said as the wheels in her head turned. "I have an idea."
"Are you going to share?" Buffy probed, wanting to know what would be better than dusting Spike because that sounded really good to her. Willow rushed out of the living room and ran up the stairs taking two at a time. "Was it something I said?" Buffy called out.
Minutes later Willow came back down with a small chest. "We… well I am going to make a
Buffy watched as Willow pulled out multiple types of herbs and bottles of liquids. "What kind of potion?"
"Xander likes Spike but we don't because of the way he treats him right?" Willow asked as she began to throw stuff into a wooden bowl. "So all we have to do is make Spike nice."
"And how are we going to get him to drink it?" Buffy asked seeing a big flaw in Willow's plan.
Willow looked at a book that Buffy had noticed before, throwing the last of the ingredients into the bowl and mixing until it was a red liquid. "We'll spike his blood. I have a syringe, when we get to the Magic Box tomorrow before Xander and Spike get there I'll inject it. He'll never know."
"You're sure it's going to work?" Buffy enquired, worried that Willow's magic was going to blow up in their faces.
"Of course! What could go wrong?" Willow asked; she refused to believe that anything could go wrong.