a thought I had
Xander spent nearly an hour tracking Spike through the halls of the new Watcher's Building. He wasn't in his room, he wasn't loitering on the loading dock smoking with the Malaysian crew, he wasn't lurking near the Watcher interns freaking them out, he wasn't in any of the corners of the library. He wasn't even under any of the library tables--and don't ask why Xander thought to look.
He finally found Spike on the roof, of all places, tucked up in the easterly shadow of a chimney. Xander started to make some smart remark, until he noticed Spike's position. The vampire's knees were pulled up tight, his arms wrapped around them, and his head was tucked down as far as only someone who didn't breathe could get it.
Xander hesitated. Not even when Spike had his uncomfortable fits of Angel grieving did he look this . . . down.
"Spike?" he said softy.
Spike pulled in impossibly tighter. "G'way."
"Uh . . . it's me. I'm alone."
"I know. G'way."
After a moment, Xander went to the sunny side of the chimney and sat down. To a California-bred man late come from the endlessness of Africa, English sun didn't hold any discomfort.
"Said go away," came from the other side of the chimney.
"I'm not bothering you, Spike. You do your brooding and I'll do mine."
Minutes went by.
"What's your problem?"
Xander hunched his shoulders. "Nothing you need to worry about."
"Human gits."
"So what's up with you, oh immortal one?"
There was something like a sniff from the other side of the chimney. "Nothin'."
Xander stared off over the rolling Windsor countryside, thinking about the Great Barrier Reef. "We fight gods and evil and monsters, and we forget that simple Mother Nature is just as dangerous. Going about your business, doing what you do, then ten seconds later, gone."
"Should be the sheep that die," Spike said. Xander wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear the soft words, but his ears had gotten keener. "Too many sheep. Not enough men."
Memories from the Basement of Doom came back to him. "I remember that episode where Bindi was born."
"Terri bein' pissed he brought the camera crew along."
"'He named you after the dog.'"
A snort of laughter that changed into a growl. "Idiot git. Shoulda been et a long time ago. No reason to be sad he got taken out. I was always rootin' for the crocs anyway."
Xander didn't comment on big bad vampires being sad about TV wildlife people. He just sat and watched the sun go down, sniffing occasionally, and he didn't comment when half a handkerchief came sailing around the chimney and landed in his lap.
I'll miss you, Steve Irwin