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Chapter 9 of 10: Songs of Pain and Comfort

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-

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POV: Shifts Perspective

Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and especially the Spanderverse series. WARNING ALERT: While I usually don’t feel the need to include warnings, this story contains disturbing images of injuries sustained during torture. There will also be guy on guy romance (which should be obvious by the Spanderverse moniker), if you find that squicksome. I don’t intend to include such a warning on every story from now on so just assume Gay Content applies.

Notes: Story number eighteen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Coming Together”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.

Thanks to the authors of Fanfiction, wherever you may post. It’s probable that I’ve read at least one of your stories somewhere. I apologize for recycling concepts inadvertently from the plentitude of stories I’ve read.



Songs of Pain and Comfort

Chapter 9 – Donations


The Magic Box door opened with a slam and Xander trudged across the expanse of floor without acknowledging anyone in the room. He made a beeline directly for the back portion of the shop, Buffy’s workout room. The gang could hear the opening of drawers and the sounds of things being shuffled about.


The gang followed in his wake with Dawn leading. In the room, he was throwing items into a small sack. It appeared to be mostly bandages and cotton pads.


“How is he, Xander,” Dawn wanted; no, she needed to know.


“He’s hurt pretty bad but I think he’ll be okay. I just need to borrow these supplies for him.”


“Of course, Xander, take whatever you need,” Giles stated. “Do you know if he told Glory anything? If Dawn is being tracked down….”


“Buffy’s talking to him. She was wearing the ‘Bot’s clothing. Your idea?”


Giles nodded.


Xander next yanked out tubing and empty plasma bags. As he grabbed a large needle from Giles’ emergency kits, the Watcher frowned.


“Xander, what the hell are you doing,” he asked. The Scooby had sat down on a hand-me-down sofa kept against a wall and was trying to line the needle up with a vein in his arm.


“He needs blood, Giles. And the butcher’s hand-outs aren’t going to do it this time. I’m donating.”


“I’m next,” Dawn immediately exclaimed.


“Dawn, I don’t think that’s wise. Feeding Spike human blood could have longer term consequences.”


“Giles, I caused this! He was… he’s hurt because of me. I owe him this.”


“I’m afraid I must insist that you at least wait for Buffy to return. And my concerns go toward you as well, Xander. This doesn’t seem like a wise move. Spike has been weaned from the taste of human blood for nearly two years, to give him some now….”


Xander cut him off harshly as the needle entered his arm. The empty plasma bag began to fill with crimson fluid. “I don’t care! He’s in bad shape and he needs me.”


Rupert sighed and turned away, re-entering the front of the shop. Xander glared after him, then turned his attention to the rapidly filling bag. Next to him, Tara sat and she took the tubing and held the needle straight that was still in his arm.


“Dawnie, there might be some juice or water in the mini-fridge. Can you check, please? I’ll donate next, but we should use clean needles. Willow, we could use a cooler and some ice for the bags, please.”


“I’ll check our herbal supplies,” Anya offered. “Maybe there’s something in stock that can help with healing.”


“Thank you, Tara,” Xander smiled when they were alone.


“Mr. Giles is just looking after you, Xan. And he’s not wrong; Spike may need human blood to heal, but that doesn’t mean there’s no danger, you know?”


“The chip is still there.”


“We don’t know that it hasn’t been damaged. I saw his face, he’s taken some strong blows to the head and much as I like Spike, I don’t think we can fully trust him. At least not if the chip has stopped working or if it’s been damaged in some way.”


“He won’t hurt us,” Xander said with confidence. “I know him; he won’t hurt us.”




Buffy arrived in Giles’ borrowed car and sat for a handful of seconds parked. She wiped at her eyes and marveled that in her life she’d found two vampires who had acted as heroes. One she loved dearly and the other that she was coming to respect.


Coming into the shop, she found Giles fiddling with the bric-a-brac on the shelves behind the cash register. He gave her a small tight smile and then turned back to what he was doing.


“Did you get your answers,” he asked.


“Yeah, we’re good. Where is everyone? Is Dawn doing okay?”


“T-they’re in the back. Dawn wants to ask you something; I’ve tried to dissuade her, but she is adamant for a fifteen year old.”


“Okay?” Buffy had a small frown as she proceeded to the back room. The vibe she was getting from Giles was disapproving of something and she was almost afraid to know what was going on now.


In her work out room, Xander was standing with a cup of orange juice in his hands. Next to him, Anya stood sipping at a cup of tea. Willow was on the sofa and was flinching as a needle drained blood from her arm into a plasma baggie. Obviously they’d broken into the Slayer emergency care kit and it didn’t take much for her to guess why.


“Buffy! Thank god you’re here, Giles won’t let me donate,” Dawn complained. “And I’m old enough to make decisions on my own about my own body. And plus, Spike protected me and he needs my help now, and it’s not fair if everyone can give something, but I can’t!”


“Take a breath, Dawn,” Buffy said as she stroked her long, brown hair. “First, Spike didn’t break, so ‘the secret’ is still safe. Second, Will and Tara we really need some magic. Just because we broke Spike out, doesn’t mean that she’s done with any of us. In fact, it probably means the opposite. Anya, if your suppliers can come up with anything, I really need you to reach out. Third, Spike is going to need all of us to watch out for him for a while until he can heal up. Xander, can you keep him at your place? I don’t think we should let him go back to his crypt right now.”


“I was already planning on moving to the fold out couch. He’ll stay in my room.”


“Cool; okay, finally, I think all of us should give up something. Dawn, you can donate if you want, and I’m going to give next. Slayer blood should give him the boost he needs.”


“Well, I’ll do what I can to help except for that,” Anya said forthrightly. “I’m sorry, but I agree with Giles; giving Spike the taste for human blood again is dangerous.”


“For God’s sake, Anya, he’s not a wild dog!” Xander was glaring at her, but she refused to back down.


“No, he worse! He’s a vampire! A vampire and a demon and without a soul. And if he’s staying, then I’m sleeping with that cross he gave you on my bedroom door.”


“Okay, guys, fighting isn’t going to help,” Buffy said diplomatically. “Everyone has to make their own decisions about this, Xan. Spike is a demon, still. If Anya doesn’t feel comfortable feeding him blood, then that’s her right. Only a month ago, maybe even a week ago, I might even have agreed with her.”


“Giles won’t give either,” Willow said as if she were almost embarrassed to be pointing it out.


“He has to have that right,” Buffy re-emphasized. “And what we’re collecting should do the trick, anyway.”


When completed, Xander carried a cheap Styrofoam cooler about a fifth full of ice cubes in the bottom. On the ice rested packets of blood.


As he made his way toward the door, he glanced over at Giles but the older man avoided meeting his eyes. He could tell by how rigid he was standing, and wiping at his glasses that Giles wasn’t at all happy.


Well, fuck him, Hyena thought harshly.





End Chapter 9


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