Fun With Scalpels

Fun With Scalpels

 

Spike watched his beautiful new childe hunting. Xander was stealthy and silent, like a panther. When Xander went for the kill, it was clean, no mess, very little screaming. Spike was proud.

 

Spike had also discovered that Xander’s friends had yet to notice Xander’s disappearance. He’d thought after the boy’s house burned down and no one living was recovered from the rubble that the Scooby gang would be everywhere: trying to find out if Xander had been home that night and if he had been in the house. But, no. They weren’t really even aware that the house had burned, let alone that Xander could’ve been a pile of blackened bones right now, instead of a vampire.

 

Xander wandered back over to Spike, “Sire, what are you doing? You look like the brooding poof.”

 

“I was just thinking about your friends, pet.”

 

“We’ll worry about them once you get your chip out. C’mon it’s New Year’s Eve! I wanna get drunk!”

 

“Alright, pet. Lead the way.”

 

 

Several hours later, the two were roaring drunk. Xander suddenly had a an idea, “We should kidnap a doctor for you.”

 

“A doctor? Why? ‘M fine,” grumbled Spike.

 

“A brain doctor, to get the chip out, silly,” said Xander, lightly smacking Spike on the arm.

 

“Oooo, what are we waiting for?” Spike grabbed Xander’s arm and pulled his childe out of the bar. After a few minutes of searching, Spike located his DeSoto.

 

“Let’s get some more alcohol before we go, ‘k?” asked Xander, looking at Spike with puppy eyes.

 

 

Soon the two were on their way to Los Angeles. Once they reached the city, having seriously depleted the alcohol stores they had gotten, they pulled up in front of one of LA’s hospitals. “How we gonna’ get a brain doctor?” asked Xander.

 

“Good question, pet.” Spike studied the building for a minute. “Guess we’ll just wing it.”

 

They went into the hospital and Spike headed them toward the large floor map. “Lessee, neurosurgery, eighth floor. Let’s go, pet.”

 

They rode the elevator up to the correct floor, then walked over to the nurses station. “Need to see a doctor,” said Spike, swaying a little.

 

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to return to the...” the nurse looked up and noticed the man swaying. “Oh, dear! How long has he been this way?”

 

“Few hours, can’t remember. He’s got somethin’ in the back of ‘is head. Needs to get it out. It’s killing him.”

 

“We’ll get him admitted immediately.”

 

 

Xander couldn’t believe this hospital, surely they don’t just randomly admit people and then immediately perform surgery. But here he was in the recovery room with Spike. With the chip in his hand. The doctor said as soon as Spike woke up, they could leave. Xander figured they could get to Angel’s hotel in time to see the ball drop.

 

Spike woke up slowly, feeling very strange. He opened his eyes to see Xander staring at him. Carefully Spike sat up and then Xander handed him something. The chip. “They really did it!”

 

Xander nodded happily. “Now we can kill my friends in style. But I thought we could go see Angel first.”

 

 

Angel heard the elevator coming down toward his apartment and frowned. No one should coming down. Cordelia, Wesley, Gunn, and Fred were all upstairs bringing in the New Year. Almost angrily, he turned to see who had dared to intrude. His jaw flopped open when Xander stepped out and said, “Hi, GrandSire. Long time, no see!”

 

Spike stepped out of the elevator and smirked at Angel, “Missed you, Peaches. Thought you might want to meet MY boy. A right beautiful demon he is. You should see what he did to the cheerleader and your ex-watcher. Don’t worry about the other two. I got them covered.”

 

Angel stared open-mouthed at his errant childe for a moment. Then his demon was struggling to get free, to show his Childe and GrandChilde who was in charge. The demon was strong, too strong for the soul and with a triumphant howl, his demon regained control, banishing the soul permanently.

 

Spike watched his Sire’s inner struggle with an amused grin, knowing Angelus would gain the upper hand and complete their family. Then Xander said, “Spike, I wanna go kill my friends now.”

 

It was Angelus who answered, “You’ll get your chance tomorrow. We have a little family business to attend to first.”