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This story is No. 14 in the series "Childhood Lost". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Vin finds out the truth and a visitor returns. Part of the Childhood Lost series

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Television > Magnificent Seven, The(Past Donor)HiltonKFR1568,51547722,1175 Sep 1116 Sep 11Yes

Chapter One

Disclaimer: Mag 7 & BtVS still not mine.

“What!” Xander’s attempt at a fierce growl, aimed at whoever had knocked on his door, failed miserably and came out as a broken croak.

“Blimey, must have been one hell of a bender.” As the door opened, the blond vampire took in the one-eyed man’s dishevelled state with a smug grin.

“Spike?” Xander rubbed a tired hand over his eyes. A sound from further in the apartment made him turn his head. Vin had dragged himself in sight of the door and stood with his weapon ready, one eyebrow raised in question.

“Friend,” Xander grunted. Spike felt the other man’s appraising gaze, noting the weapon hadn’t lowered.

“Vampire,” Vin stated, drawing a surprised reaction from Spike.

“Yep. Stand down, Vin,” Xander said before shuffling back into the apartment to crumple on the sofa. Vin tucked the gun away and collapsed beside him.

“You gonna invite me in?” Spike asked, intrigued by the by-play between the two men.

“Don’t need to. Told you you were always welcome,” Xander said as he laid his head on the back of the couch.

Spike was glad that the pair on the sofa weren’t paying attention to him at that moment. His shock probably showed on his face as he stepped over the unrestricted threshold. While they had parted on good terms, deep down he’d expected that Xander would change his mind once Spike had left.

Angel had been dismissive of the events here, claiming Xander hadn’t known what he was doing and generally undermining the new connection that Spike, now, chose to fully acknowledge. He’d realised that Angel’s attitude was more about his control over Spike, rather than what he actually thought about Xander and his claim.

The phone call he’d received clinched it. After the events of the poker game, the last person he’d expected to hear from was the Reb. The southerner had been concerned about Xander’s state of mind since his boss’s verbal attack; yet another man-in-black who liked to ride on a high horse.

So Spike had said his goodbyes in LA -- the look on the pouf’s face was priceless -- and packed up the few things he considered important. The rest was just stuff; he’d buy, borrow or steal it later.

Thanks to a late night flight here he was, ready to pull the Whelp’s head out of his ass. He’d deal with the Larabee fella later. However, with his unexpected welcome and now sitting across from the worse for wear duo, he wasn’t sure where to start.

“Abby’s in your old room, so we’ll have to work out alternate sleeping arrangements.” Xander cracked an eye open. “You are staying, right?”

“‘Til I can find somewhere better.” Spike wasn’t about to ease up on the bloke just because he… Spike shied away from the strange feeling of acceptance Xander’s actions had given him.

The long-haired man glowered at the vampire’s words. “S’okay, Vin. Spike believes in tough love.” Xander hadn’t needed to look at Vin to guess his reaction.

“Don’t start with that shit. I don’t fancy your pansy ass,” Spike barked.

“Ow. Shhhh. Keep it down.” Xander groaned.

“What happened to you two?” Spike was slightly impressed: four in the morning, and they were still at it. The boy didn’t let go very often.

“Vin had his introduction to my other life,” Xander muttered.

“So he heard you out, then you two got wasted?” Spike figured it was as good a way of dealing as any other.

“In a bar. With demons,” Vin mumbled.

“Are you crazy? You don’t take a newbie somewhere like that!” Spike couldn’t believe how reckless the one-eyed man had been. No wonder his Da was worried about him.

“Was fine. Kelfic stag do. Non-violence spell,” Xander grunted. He just wanted Spike to stop yelling, his head was killing him. The alcohol was wearing off and it looked like the hangover was starting early.

“Proof and a party,” Vin added with a grin.

“Vin scored.” Xander elbowed the man beside him. “Still got her number?”

“Maybe you should let me check her out before you call.” Spike wasn’t about to let a member of his new pack… clan… whatever the hell this thing was, go off into an unknown situation.

“Ease off on the backseat mothering there, Blondie. She was human.” Xander smirked at Spike’s spluttering. “Actually it’s pretty amazing: Vin’s almost better at spotting non-humans than Buff was when she first came to the ‘dale.”

“Always noticed there was some odd folk but just never had a name for them before.” Vin tried to downplay his knack.

“You’re taking the whole thing pretty well,” Spike pointed out.

“Still drunk.” Vin snorted. He couldn’t deny a part of him was freaked out and downright horrified about the whole thing, but there wasn’t much he could do about it and he couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned. Ezra was right, though: Xander needed all the support he could get. “Besides, always knew Lance was weird. Now I know why.” Vin dodged the half-hearted punch Xander threw at him.

“Enough! I’m tired and soon to be very hung over. Vin, you alright with the couch?” At Vin’s nod, Xander continued, “I’ll take the cot in my workshop. Spike, you can take my room for today.”

“Where’s the slayer?” Spike asked.

“Girls’ night.” Xander pushed himself to his feet with a groan. “Don’t wake me unless it’s an apocalypse.”

“Suddenly that joke’s not funny anymore,” Vin muttered. Xander gave him a sympathetic pat before stumbling away to try and sleep it off.

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