Spike&Xander double drabble

[cityphonelines]

For amejisuto; she requested S/X and provided lyrics from 'Come to My Window' by Melissa Ethridge. It's not really shippy, more friendship/possible pre-slash. Takes place in the weeks post-The Gift.

All it took was a beautiful girl taking a dive, some cracks in the concrete and a sobbing vampire to completely skew his worldview. Now everything has faded and he’s having trouble finding out what made it all worth it, because facts are facts; Buffy’s dead and Hank took Dawn and now Willow makes him wary and a bit afraid. She’s up to something, Xander’s sure of it. He wonders how long he has before Anya grows tired of loving a man that has suddenly become unsteadily silent; but at this point it isn’t about her or any of the other hers in his heart.

Now that nothing makes sense he spends his nights with Spike. He can call Spike and trade his involuntary breath for Spike’s forced air as a code. They can meet on Revello Drive and stand hip to hip. They can stare at drawn curtains and mourn the lack of light flooding out from under the door. He can let his knuckles knock and roll against Spike’s and Spike can grab Xander’s fingers in his hand and squeeze tightly.

Xander’s sure this is hell and figures at least he’s holding hands with an experienced tour guide.

Comments

[trepkos.livejournal.com]

"He can let his knuckles knock and roll against Spike’s and Spike can grab Xander’s fingers in his hand and squeeze tightly."

Yes.

[adis723.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I had to rewrite that sentance repeatedly to meet the 200 word mark so I'm glad it worked ; )