Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Summary: Spike watches over Xander and then wonders just how obvious about it he's being.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, it belongs to Joss Whedon.

A Little Obvious

Blue Icy Rose

Xander fought to keep from slamming the door as he left his house, his father’s words still ringing in his ears.

You’ll never amount to anything, boy. You’re worthless.

He took a deep breath, feeling the sting of tears as he leaned against the wall next to the front door.

“Ignore it,” he muttered. “Ignore him.” He sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. There was a Scooby meeting and he was already running late. He let out a breath and opened his eyes, pushing off the wall. As he walked, he ignored the gnawing feeling in his gut and swallowed, slowly pushing away anything but the image of a happy and goofy young man.

He never noticed the blond vampire watching from a distance, a frown on his face.


Spike watched the boy walk in the direction of the Watcher’s house and shoved his hands into the pockets of his duster. He studied the slump of his shoulders and fought back the wave of sympathy that threatened to wash over him as he thought back on what he’d heard.

He didn’t like Harris. Harris didn’t like him. It was one of the few constants in both their lives. He wasn’t going to mess with that.

Still, it didn’t mean he couldn’t watch out for the boy and make sure he got to the Watcher’s place in one piece, did it?

“Going soft,” Spike muttered to himself as he set out to be sure the boy didn’t get eaten by a demon or something on the way.


“So, donuts,” Xander said, standing up. “Who wants what?”

“Oh, jelly!” Buffy practically bounced in her seat at the thought and Willow grinned, nodding.

“Okay. Jelly. It’s already a given that I’m getting chocolate so if you want some other type of sugary goodness, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Is there going to be a wedding I don’t know about?” Willow asked, laughing a bit.

“Well, you know, me and the donuts, we’re close.” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned in satisfaction when he got a snort of laughter out of Buffy. “Come on, you know one of you wants to be my best man.” He walked backwards towards the door. “Last call for different kind of donuts.”

“I’m standing firm on jelly.” Buffy nodded to emphasize her point.

“Then I’ll be back.” Xander turned towards the door.

“I’m going,” Spike said, pushing away from where he was standing against the door. Everyone turned to look at him, surprise and a bit of suspicion on each of their faces. “What? There’s bound to be a demon on the way to the donut shop and you lot are more boring than Peaches on a Sunday night.” He smirked when he noticed the way Xander had to hold back a laugh at that.

“If anything happens to Xander—“ Buffy started.

“Relax, Buffy,” Xander interrupted. “It’s the only action Blondie is going to see anyway.” The corner of his mouth tilted up in a half smile and he lifted a shoulder at Spike, who just nodded.


“Whatever. I’m in need of some violence.” Spike rolled his eyes as he followed Xander out the door. They walked in silence for a few minutes before Xander spoke.

“So are you really coming along because you’re hoping to kill something?”

Spike glanced over at him, wondering if he was really that obvious. “Of course. What other reason would I have?”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured.” Xander smiled and glanced at the ground.

Neither of them said anything else as they walked to the donut shop. They were still silent as Xander got the donuts and began to walk back to Giles’ place.

Suddenly Xander stopped and held out the smaller of the two bags. “Here.”

Spike stared at it. “What is it?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a bag. With donuts in it.”

The look Spike gave him was one of pure frustration. “I know that. What’s it for?”

Xander shrugged, uncomfortable. “Nothing. I just remembered that you complained when we ran out of the ones with sprinkles last time so I got a couple extra for you.”

Slowly, Spike looked from the bag to Xander and back again before he smiled and took it. “Thanks.”

Xander nodded as they began to walk again. “You’re welcome.”

The End

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