Title: Unliving in Fear 1/4
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: What if it was Spike that got hit with Toth's power instead of Xander? What if he didn't get the same effects?
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5 'The Replacements'
Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part One

Buffy, Xander, Willow and Riley were in the city dump looking for a demon named Toth. He had charged into the Magic Box in search of Buffy but only found Giles. Giles had tried fighting him off but was unsuccessful and was knocked out. When he came too he was alone. Buffy ordered him to stay behind just in case he had a concussion.

"So anyway, how great is my new apartment? I'm still shocked that I was approved and I am in my very own place!" Xander said excitedly. He had an axe swung over his shoulder.

"Very grown up of you," Buffy commented.

Riley looked around the dump sadly. "People say they're recycling… they're not."

Willow patted his shoulder. "I found a spell so you can't smell anything. But it does it by taking your nose off. So, no."

They rounded a corner and startled Spike, who is rummaging through some discarded items.

"What are you doing here, Spike?" Riley said with a sneer forgetting about the recycling problem.

"Oh, there's a nice lady vampire who's set up a charming tea room just 'round the next pile of crap - what do you think I'm doing? I'm scavenging, ain't I?" Spike said in disgust and pointed to a small pile of salvaged items. There was a broken table and part of what might have been a mannequin. Spike held up an attractive old oil lamp.

Willow had to comment on it. "Very pretty."

Buffy was tired of the small talk. All she wanted was to find this Toth and kick its ass. "Spike, we're looking for a demon. Very tall, robe, skin kinda hanging off, deep voice…."

"What, you mean a great tall robe-y thing like that one?" Spike pointed behind them.

The Scoobies turned and looked behind them. Toth loomed over them from a nearby hill of garbage, and he held a black rod.

"Die well, Slayer." Toth rushed forward as Willow and Riley circled around behind him, axes ready as Toth raised the rod.

"Hey, big guy! Kick 'er ass!" Spike cheered. He didn't mind the Scoobies so much. He hated farm boy though. He wouldn't shed a tear when he died. Hopefully it was soon!

Buffy saw the rod in Toth's hand. She picked up a length of pipe. But Xander saw that Toth aimed the rod at her.

"Watch out!" Xander yelled before a blast of sparks erupted from the rod and a pile of garbage next to Buffy exploded.

"Take cover!" Riley grabbed Willow's arm and pulled her away from the action. Toth fired the weapon again. Spike's new lamp was hit and shattered in his hand.

Spike dropped the remaining pieces of lamp to the ground. "Oh, very nice. I was on your side!" he rushed at Toth just as he raised his rod again, his sights on Buffy. A blast of magical force erupted again from it. Instead of Buffy being hit Spike was flung into a pile of garbage.

"Shit, Spike!" Xander called out. He rushed over to Spike who was looked dazed and confused.

Spike struggled to his feet. Buffy looked around for Toth, but he was gone. Spike allowed himself to be supported between Xander and Willow. The group moved away slowly.

"Are you all right, Spike?" Willow asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," Spike said but stumbled when he pushed away from them. Xander refused to let go though. "Said I'm fine," Spike growled but didn't pull away again.

Xander ignored Spike. "You're going to stay at my place tonight.

"I don't want to stay in the basement," Spike said with a pout.

"Xander doesn't live in the basement anymore. He has this swanky new apartment!" Willow said excitedly. She couldn't wait for Xander to let her and Buffy throw him a party.

Buffy wrinkled up her nose. "Xander, do you really want the evil dead staying with you on your first night at your new place?"

"Yeah, he can go back to his crypt and lick his wounds there," Riley agreed with Buffy. He always agreed with Buffy.

"It will be nice to have some company. New place and all. Besides I had some extra plasma left over that Spike can have," Xander explained. "It's all good."

Spike's legs wobbled and his vision blurred. "Let's get a move on." Before I pass out, Spike thought.

"Sure thing. My place is close by, only a few blocks," Xander said and turned to the rest. "We can make it on our own. You guys head home. We can regroup tomorrow and figure out what to do with this Toth guy."

"That's my line," Buffy pointed out. "But what Xan said. You sure about Spike?"

Xander nodded and said his goodbyes. He and Spike made off in the other direction. "You sure you're okay?"

Spike turned his head making sure they were alone. "I feel like I'm going to barf," he admitted. He would be that honest with Xander only. They had some weird bond; Spike didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. "Just need some rest."

"We'll be home in a few. Just lean on me, no one's around," Xander assured Spike. He never wanted Spike to feel less than he was. Who would have guessed that Xander Harris would care about Spike's reputation? Life on the hellmouth was strange.

Xander was sprawled out in his bed. He'd only been asleep for two hours after coming home, making sure Spike was all right, no visible injuries and feeding him a couple cups of blood before bidding him a good night. Xander was enjoying his dream, the biggest Twinkie he'd ever seen. He'd struck gold, golden goodness! As soon as he reached the cream filling about to take the first bite he was driven from his dream. A scream echoed his apartment; it took him a minute to remember that he wasn't alone.

"Spike?" Xander rolled out of bed, not bothering to put a t-shirt on, when another wail came. He rushed out and saw Spike huddled in the far corner. "Spike? What are you doing?"

"Kill it. Kill it. KILL IT!" Spike screamed. He had his finger pointed to Xander's coffee table.

Xander looked confused but went to investigate. What the hell could have Spike so freaked out? He stood in front of the table and stared down in disbelief. "Spike, it is two o'clock in the morning. I'm tired. It's just an itsy bitsy spider. I'm going back to bed." He started toward his bedroom only to be stopped by Spike's begging.

"Please, Xander. Kill it," Spike whimpered. His entire body shook.

Still confused Xander went back to the table, rolled up a day old newspaper, the obituaries no less and whacked the spider with it. Xander wrinkled up his nose when the spider was smeared on his table. Oh well, he'd deal with that later. Gently setting down the newspaper he made his way over to Spike and squatted down in front of him. "What the hell, Spike? Since when are you afraid of spiders?"

"I'm not… I mean I wasn't." Spike's brow wrinkled as he tried to explain what he meant. "Never minded creepy crawlers before. I was just sitting there watching some telly and it scuttled across the table and I couldn't help the fear that came over me." He shook his head. "What the bloody hell is wrong with me?"

"I don't know but I'm too tired to think right now. Let's just get some sleep and we'll go see Giles tomorrow, all right?" Xander stood and waited for Spike to follow suit. "Are you going to be okay on the couch?"

Spike licked his lips nervously. "Are you sure it's dead?"

"I'll get rid of it," Xander promised. Spike watched him go into the kitchen pull, off a piece of paper towel, and wipe up the mess he made, then tossed both the newspaper and towel into the trash under the kitchen sink. "All better," Xander said.

"Thanks," Spike said and curled up on the couch, his eyes on the TV.

Xander patted Spike on the shoulder and went to his room. He left it ajar just in case he was needed again.

When Spike woke in the early afternoon Xander was on his second pot of coffee. "You up all night?" Spike asked.

"I got some sleep," Xander said and took a sip of his cooling coffee. "I didn't hear you anymore last night. Maybe it was just some kind of nightmare and when you woke up the spider being there freaked you out." Xander got up and went to the fridge, where he grabbed Spike a bag of blood. He cut it open, poured it into a mug and popped it into the microwave for a few minutes.

Spike sat at the table watching Xander putt around. "Maybe," Spike said but didn't sound convinced. When Xander placed the mug in front of him Spike picked it up and brought it to his lips but before it touched him he drew it away.

"What's up? Usually you're gulping it down demanding another cup," Xander stated.

Spike shook his head and brought it back to his lips only to pause again. "What if it's poisoned?"

Xander's jaw dropped at Spike's question. "What if… what the hell is wrong with you? I didn't poison you, Spike! I don't even know what could poison a vampire. Well, Faith was able to poison Angel with an arrow but I have no idea what it was," he babbled clearly insulted.

"Didn't mean you, whelp. Just… someone," Spike said. He set the mug down and pushed it away.

"Don't be an idiot, no one poisoned it. You have to eat. You drank it last night. Did anything happen to you?" Xander asked.

With a snap of Spike's fingers he jumped from the chair. "Bloody hell it's the blood! That's what made me afraid of the damn spider last night." He picked up the mug and marched to the sink and poured the contents down the sink ignoring Xander's protests.

"What the hell? Spike, do you know how much it costs to buy blood? It ain't cheap!" Xander moved to stand in front of the fridge stop Spike from raiding it and dumping out the remaining bags. "It's not the blood!"

Spike tried to pry Xander away from the fridge but with the chip he couldn't try very hard. "There is no other explanation," he growled.

"The demon," Xander said and pushed Spike out of his way to get to the phone. "You touch that fridge and I'm going to toss your duster out the window," he threatened as he hit speed dial.

"Don't touch the coat. Killed a slayer for it, I did," Spike said, grabbing his duster and holding it in his arms like a child did with a security blanket. "What about the demon?"

Xander waited for Giles to answer the phone. "You were whacked with the demon's rod," He said and realized how it sounded and giggled. "You were mojoed." Xander turned his attention back to the phone when Giles finally answered. "Hey G-man, we need a Scooby meeting. Did Buffy find the Toth guy yet?" "Still in the wind then. Look, I think when it smacked Spike with the mojo from its rod thing it did something to him." "It would be easier to explain once. So Magic Box at sunset." "Great, thanks. See you there." He hung up and turned to Spike who was still hugging his duster. "We've got hours to kill. Want to play some poker?"

Spike looked warily at Xander. "Not going to touch my duster?"

"No, I'm not going to touch it. Just don't toss out anymore of the blood, all right?" Xander asked. He realized just how deeply this demon affected Spike. Spike would normally threaten to pull his intestines through his nose if he ever touched his precious duster.

"Fine, but I'm not drinking it," Spike declared and pulled out a deck of cards from one of his many pockets. "What are we playing for?"

Xander snagged the cards and shuffled them himself. "Every game we win the other owes them a beer."

"Make sure you have your debit card, pet. I'm going to take you for everything you're worth," Spike said, ready to win every single hand.