Title: Weekend Stuck Together 1/6
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: The girls decide it's time for Spike and Xander to bury the hatchet so the force them to spend a weekend together in hopes that they might get along better
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Plot Bunny by Lady Q: The girls decide it's time for Spike and Xander to bury the hatchet so they force them to spend a weekend together in hopes that they might get along better.

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part One

"Bloody hell, Harris. You're just a fucking waste of space!" Spike snarled after he was finished pulling a newly risen fledge off Xander.

"Fuck off, Spike. I was doing just fine!" Xander shouted back as he kicked the fledge in the groin. Cheap shot but in battle everything goes. He then staked him before Spike had the chance.

Spike glared at Xander and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Yeah? What was your plan? Get turned and then when you actually were useful you'd kill him?"

"If you didn't notice, Bleach-head, I did kill him!" Xander said, stepping into Spike's personal space.

"Well bully for you, you staked a pathetic minion. Why don't you try staking a master?" Spike growled in Xander's face.

Xander smirked. "Just point me in the direction of a master and I'll do it!"

"Why you…." Spike moved to strangle Xander, the chip be damned. Buffy yanked him back by the collar of his duster.

"I am so sick of you two bitching!" Buffy declared as she held Spike back and Willow pulled Xander a couple feet away. "Like it or not we are a team! You might not like each other but you'll stop this damn bickering! Spike might only be in this for the kill and that's fine, we need all the muscle we can get, but Xander we need you to have our backs. If you're too busy arguing with Spike you're not doing your job. If you're not going to help then I don't want you out in the field."

Xander huffed in annoyance. Buffy was right. "I'm sorry, Buff. He just irritates the hell out of me."

"We know that, Xan but he has also saved all of our butts a time or two," Willow intervened. "Now why don't you go home and cool off?"

"Yeah, okay." Xander turned and walked away.

Spike snickered. "Past your bedtime anyway, boy." He grunted when he received an elbow to his ribs.

"You can go too, Spike. Go to Willy's or back to your crypt. Anywhere but here!" Buffy ordered. She then looped arms with Willow and they wandered off to find a few more fledges before they called it a night and headed back to their dorm.

"Fine, I'll go to Willy's but only because I want to!" Spike shouted after them. "That's right, I'm still the big bad."

"I can't take it anymore, Wills." Buffy complained as she paced in their dorm room. "They are going to kill each other! I don't think this chip is gonna stop Spike from killing Xander."

"I know," Willow sighed and set aside her laptop. "But what are we supposed to do? We can't make them get along."

A slow grin spread over Buffy's face. "No, but I'm sure if they were to spend a lot of time just the two of them they'd find common ground."

Willow nodded; it made sense. "They'd never spend time together willingly though."

"They just need a little nudge." Buffy continued to grin.