Title: Testing The Limits
Fandom: Pairing: Buffy: Spike/Xander
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Xander tests the limits of his new existence.
Previous chapters: Part of the baby!vamp!Xander 'verse. Set early in the timeline.
Notes: Written for mini_wrimo day 9, and for various prompts on my badly neglected Spander Big Damn Table.
Testing The Limits
He feels the sun inching closer to the rim of the horizon. He watches clouds fade to salmon pink and rose and palest peach as light begins to filter through.
He makes a mental note not to use those words if he has to explain today's curiosity to his Sire. Prolonged exposure to teenage girls has left him with the vocabulary of a Queer Eye alumnus, and he doesn't want to hand Spike more ammo than he already has.
The first narrow spur of lightfireitch scores a line across the top of his unbooted foot. He lets the curtain drop.
"Vampire constitution, love. Not gonna get pissed on a few pints of American dishwater. Even that Old Peculier you liked from the import shop wouldn't do more than make your belly ache if you filled your boots. 'S just not possible."
"You're saying that 'cause I puked on your boots that time. I bet if I tried I could…"
"I spent four nights and five days in an old English brewery, Xander. Damn near drank the place dry and I all I got was a furry tongue and an irresistible urge to pee."
"I'm still gonna try."
"'Course you are."
"I thought vampires were supposed to be flammable. I'm sure I read it in one of Giles's old journals."
Spike's grip on Xander's wrist ground the bones together so hard Xander thought he could almost hear it. With a grimace, he dropped Spike's Zippo into his Sire's waiting hand.
"So you read that shite in one of the Watcher's books and figured you'd do a little field test of your own? What if you'd gone up like a roman candle without me here to stop you? I should flay the skin off your back for this."
"You are not spending the night in Lenny's walk-in freezer! I know he said you could, but you need to understand. You're not invincible, Xander. You're not Superman or Wolverine or whoever you're worshipping this week. You're a vampire. You'll combust if you go out in daylight, and you'll turn into a bloody great icicle if you spend the night in sub-zero temperatures!"
"Fine. Let's go."
Lenny didn't put up much of a fight until Spike tossed him into his own freezer and wedged the door shut. Five hours later, he shattered with a single kick.
"Get it now?"
Mini-nanowrimo word count: 5421