ext_2786 ([identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] reality_bends2004-04-13 01:12 pm

Brand New Day

Continued from here.

When Wesley woke up, he was flat on his stomach with his head nearly underneath the pillow, and he was cold. In the middle of the night he'd woken enough to pull the covers up over both of them, but obviously at some point he'd kicked them back off again. He turned his head and saw that Spike was wrapped up in the ones that he'd discarded, an arm over his face as if even the small amount of sunshine coming through the closed window shade was too much.

He turned slightly and, trying not to disturb the sleeping vampire, untangled enough of the blankets so that he could cover himself again.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
Spike whimpered in his sleep as the world quaked around him, and he curled more tightly into a ball of misery.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
There was noise, movement, and a steady pressure in his head like his skull was being pried apart from the inside. It was enough to drag Spike out of the comfortable blackness of unconsciousness into a far less pleasant doze. There was warmth near him, though, and without opening his eyes he moved slightly in search of more of it. If he was lucky, it was coming from sunlight, and his pain would quickly be over.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
Spike didn't find the familiar sizzling heat of the sun, but when he moved his arm from over his face it collided with something warm, solid, and most definitely alive. He cracked open one eye, wincing at the dim light, to find Wesley lying next to him. Curling his hand over Wesley's shoulder and trying otherwise not to move, Spike shut his eye again.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Spike clung to Wesley gratefully if lightly; his mere presence was soothing, even if the sounds of his heartbeat and breathing were painfully loud in Spike's ears. "I can hear you thinking," he mumbled.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
Spike snorted, which hurt and caused him to groan. He squeezed Wesley's shoulder. "Do me a favor, pet?"

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Go get one of those stakes on your dresser and put it right through my heart, would you?" There was a part of Spike that wouldn't have minded at all if Wesley were to agree.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it was nice being dust. Peaceful," Spike said, but he relaxed just a bit at Wesley's touch.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
Spike kept his eyes shut and tried manfully not to whimper. "Let's put it this way; I'm thinking fondly back on my eyeballs melting."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike's stomach roiled at the thought at putting anything in it, and he shook his head. The movement only added to the unpleasant pressure behind his eyes.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm still waiting for the stake," Spike said, but he opened his eyes and gave Wesley a wan smile. "How much did I drink?"

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike grimaced. "Is that a quote, then?"

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're lucky I can remember my own name around this headache," Spike said, but he tried to pull his brain together enough to think about the previous night. It started to come back in odd impressions: seeing Wesley across the bar, drinking blood in the kitchen, dusting two annoying vampires, shuddering with pleasure as Wesley sank down on him, feeling sad and lost in the bar, feeling even more battered and exposed in the flat. "Oh, hell," he said, closing his eyes again.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Admitting to his insecurities, quoting Shakespeare, talking about what had happened with Buffy. Spike rolled onto his back, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Oh bloody..." The sudden stabbing pain in his head from his rapid movement was actually a relief.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't suppose there's anything to drink in the flat, is there?" Spike said, not wanting to face the memories at all but especially not feeling like he did.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not if I just kept drinking," Spike said with a heavy sigh. "But then god knows what else I'd end up saying."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You didn't force me to drink, pet, and it's not like you..." Spike trailed off as he remembered what - or, more precisely, who - had made him talk about things that he normally wouldn't have admitted under torture. "Oh."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike opened his eyes and tilted his head just far enough that he could look at Wesley. "You honestly think you gave me a choice? The details might still be a bit fuzzy, but I haven't forgotten that much."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
That was enough to halt the rising tide of Spike's anger, though it did little to calm the uneasiness in his heart. "Didn't think you were apologizing for that," he said after a moment.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-13 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, but I didn't think you'd be sorry for that," Spike said, putting new memories in their places as they appeared. He cringed internally at the image of needing to lean on Wesley to walk into the bedroom. "You seemed determined enough."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-14 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I've noticed." Spike shut his eyes again to try to soothe the ache in his head; it didn't work at all, but he was treated to the more pleasant memory of the look of uncomfortable delight on Wesley's face when Spike had listed some of the many things that he liked about him. Though the reasons for liking Wesley hadn't changed, Spike wasn't feeling nearly so kind in the morning. Looking back at Wesley, he said, "Then why are you apologizing? Don't like the idea as much now, or just what you learned from it?"

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-14 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Spike snorted and then winced as the ache in his head actively protested. "You thought it wouldn't?" he asked in disbelief.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-14 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Then what did you want, if it wasn't to play a few rounds of 'kick the Spike' when I wasn't able to fight back?" Spike knew that that was an unfair accusation, and he immediately continued. "Sorry. Never mind. You wanted to know something I didn't want to talk about, and you saw a way to get it out of me. It's my own fault for drinking so much." Or, at least, drinking so much somewhere you could find me. Spike pressed his fingers to his temple, trying to dull the pain, but it didn't feel nearly as good as it had when Wesley had been touching him.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-04-14 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/27195.html).