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Summary: There is a hole in the wall and Xander can't get past it.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5ish
Prompt #329 from Tamingthemuse- Fixation
Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Spike was pissed and it was all Xander's fault. Alright maybe it was his fault but Xander was making a much bigger deal out of it then need be. Ever since Spike accidently put a hole in the living room wall Xander has had a fixation on it. Xander wanted it fix two weeks ago but with eight hours working at the construction site, five hours with patrol and stopping the world from ending that left eleven hours for eating, sleeping and having some sort of life with Spike. There just wasn't enough time in the day to get the damn hole fix!
"Damn it, pet! It's just a tiny hole, why are you so obsessed with it?" Spike asked, agitated.
"Just a hole? Just a hole? Spike, you put your fist through the drywall just because Manchester lost! Not to mention I just finished painting that wall a week before you did it!" Xander seethed.Again Spike didn't see the big deal. "And it was three weeks ago that I put the hole in the wall. I think it adds a little Je Nous Se Qua."
Xander pointed a finger at Spike and said, "Hey! What did I say about talking different languages during fights?"
"Whatever," Spike said with a roll of his eyes. This wasn't getting them anywhere. "How about I fix the hole?"
"You?" Xander asked. "What do you know about fixing a hole in the wall?"
Spike looked insulted. "Oi! I've been around for hundred and twenty-five years. I've done plenty of repairs in my day!"
Looking skeptical but having no other choice if he wanted it done Xander nodded. "Alright, I'll pick up the supplies on the way home tomorrow."
"Great," Spike said. He turned back to the television.
Three days later:
Xander walked into the apartment, his tool belt fell from his hands. "What the hell, Spike!"
Spike whirled around and tried to use his body to shield Xander from the hole that was now larger. "Luv, you're home early!"
"Spike, what happened?" Xander walked over to Spike as he stared at the damage.
"I ran into a bit of a problem. See I was trying to measure, you know figure out just how much drywall I needed. Anyway I forgot that I had a ciggie in my hand and dropped it. Now being the nice vampire that I am I didn't want the carpet to get ruined. So I stomped out it and lost my balance," Spike explained glad he couldn't blush.
"You fell into the wall," Xander said. He didn't know where to laugh or cry.
With arms crossed Spike glared at Xander when he heard a snicker. "Are you done?" Spike growled.
One more snicker and Xander coughed composing himself. "Are you alright?"
"No. I'm a bloody master vampire and I fell into a wall that didn't consist of me being thrown into it!" Spike said with a pout.
Xander smiled softly. Spike was adorable when he pouted. "No one's going to know. I won't tell anyone."
"Not even the other white hats?" Spike asked looking miserable.
"Not even them," Xander promised. He looked at the demolished wall. "I have some vacation time that I'll use. I should be able to get it fixed in two or three days."
Spike's jaw dropped. "Vacation time? Now you suggest using your bloody vacation time! You wanker!"
No more adorable Spike.
"I didn't suggest it before because I was hoping to use the vacation time for that trip to New York we've been talking about." Xander crossed his arms over his arms over his chest waiting to see what Spike said.
Spike looked bashful. "New York. Right, forgot about that. So when do you think you'll have this all fix then?"