Title: Whispers
Author: Robin the Crossover Junkie
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Because sometimes you feel like writing something depressing
Characters: S/X, Xander’s POV
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the depressing mood I’m in.



“Don’t leave me,” I gasp out, my voice hardly more than a hush. I tried to be strong, to let him go to her, but I can’t lose him. I only just found him, it seems. I want more time.

“I love you,” Spike whispers in my ear, suddenly crushing me to his chest in a fierce embrace. “I love you more than anything. More than her.”

“Then why do you go?” My voice breaks, and I can’t raise it to normal levels, but he’s a vampire, so he can hear me anyway.

“I don’t know how to make you understand. I can’t refuse her, love. She does it to hurt me.”

“Does what to hurt you?”

“Makes me come to her. Because she knows I just want to be with you. And how much it kills me to be with her.”

“Let’s go away,” I whisper, searching his tearful blue eyes. I sniffle loudly, the sound breaking the near-silence in the room with deafening noise.

“She’ll find us.”

“I can’t…”

“I love you.”

“I won’t let you go again,” I whisper into his neck. My lips graze his skin.

“I don’t know if I can stop,” he whispers back into my hair.

“Then I’ll make her stop,” I reply.

Suddenly the door is kicked in.

“Naughty whispers in the wind,” says a lilting voice from the doorway. She can’t come in.

“Not polite to listen in on other people’s conversations,” I say, trying to sound brave. She can’t come in.

She turns to Spike.

“My boy doesn’t want to play with Mummy anymore?” she asks him, sadness in her voice.

“Dru…” he whispers, trying to take a step towards her. My body tenses, and he looks at me, torn.

“I love you,” I whisper, too low for anyone but Spike to hear, if only because he’s closer to me than she is.

“Dru… pet, you have to go,” he whispers weakly, turning away from her, head down. I touch his hand lightly, letting him know with a whisper of a touch that I’m here, to help him be strong.

“Little boys go away forever, Spike,” she growls at him.

“But only once,” he whispers, looking straight into my eyes. My throat tightens, and I offer him a tremulous smile.

I know she’s glaring at us, but eventually, she leaves, while Spike and I continue to stare at each other.

“Love you,” I whisper.

“I love you so much,” he replies, his voice breaking, and we embrace roughly, our mouths meeting with a passion built from fear and relief.

END



A/N: See? Happy ending. So quit bitchin. *g*