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Good Guy, Bad Guy: A Spike And Xander Adventure - 7/? Spike/Xander Mature

Title: Good Guy, Bad Guy: A Spike And Xander Adventure
Authors: cordelianne and reremouse
Chapter: 7/?
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Martinis, a cemetery, a small town.
Summary: In a post-Chosen, post-NFA, non-comic canon compliant world, Xander's working with the Council and Spike's working with Angel. Somehow they keep running into each other.
Notes: Sincerest thanks to John Berendt for writing Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil. Good guy and bad guy meet up there.




A man sits next to another man on a stone bench overlooking the Wilmington river.

"Martini?"

It is a martini. With an olive.

Shaken, not stirred.

"It figures you read the book too," Xander says but he takes the martini. This isn't the kind of place where a man refuses hospitality.

"Don't know what you're talking about," Spike answers, pours himself the other martini and puts the shaker back in the picnic basket. They lean back side by side.

Sip.

Only one of them coughs. "Eugh." But the last few years have taught Xander nothing if they haven't taught him to take the alcohol where it comes. He tosses back the rest and clears his throat until his eye stops watering. "Thank you. That was disgusting."

"Oh, I dunno. Kind of like the olive." Spike's sipping. Of course he's sipping. "Gives it a little kick."

There's little sandwiches in the basket too. Xander leans down and helps himself to one without asking. They have egg in them - unlike the martini, they're pretty good. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Town like this?" Spike waves. Could be indicating Savannah. Could just be indicating the cemetery around them. With Spike, you never know. "Word gets around."

"You so read the book," Xander accuses. But it's hard to be that accusatory with a mouthful of really good sandwich.

"Haven't the faintest notion what you're talking about." Spike sips his martini; it smells like turpentine and olives. "Might want to avoid the Six Pence Pub, mind."

The martini is working its alcoholic magic so Xander just stretches his feet toward the headstone and says, "That's pretty much what I'm doing here, yeah."

Because it's not every day a new slayer's waiting for you at the airport.

Plays tour guide.

Drops you off at a little bed and breakfast with a room waiting.

Xander's invited to stay in town as long as he likes.

She's not going back to England with him but - well - nice of him to visit.

And her daddy runs the Six Pence Pub.

Xander doesn't argue.

"Haven't figured out what to tell the Watcher yet?" Spike asks the river. He's almost down to the olive but in no apparent hurry to get there.

Xander has another sandwich. "Not really, no."

They watch a boat glide by from their cemetery vantage point.

"Planning to get eaten as an alternative?"

Xander sneaks a glance at Spike. He's doing obscene things to the olive.

It disappears into his mouth with a pop.

"Was that an offer?"

"Might've been," Spike says to the tombstone. "Truce for the night?"

"Seems like the right place for it," Xander agrees.

Neither of them's said anything about London or L.A.

It occurs to Xander that's because there's nothing that needs saying.

And when Spike offers an arm, Xander takes it.

Savannah is that kind of place.

An old green Packard coasts past the cemetery gates.

"You so read the book," Xander accuses.

Spike pretends not to hear him.



End note: This scene took place in the Bonaventure cemetery, famously featured in the book 'Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil' - more specifically, on the tomb of Conrad Aiken. The book Xander keeps referring to is - of course - Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil. Which Spike did so read.
Tags: creator: cordelianne, creator: reremouse, media: fic, pairing: spike/xander, rating: mature
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