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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake series, nor BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It was several hours before Willow was close to being able to go home. The doctors were astounded by her unexplained recovery, and insisted on running several tests. While they were waiting, Jean-Claude called the Circus to check in and discovered he had to leave because of a problem with the sound system at his strip club, Guilty Pleasures, and so he went taking Jason with him. Anita finally just got fed up with delays and called Micah to come help keep an eye on things so she could go into work for a few hours.

When he arrived, Willow was struck by his appearance. He was a small man, fine-boned, with dark curls falling around his shoulders. His skin was well tanned and he had wide, pouting lips. However, what was most striking were his eyes. They clearly were not human with their yellow color and unusual shape, more like a cat maybe. Thinking about it, it made sense. He was after all Nimir-Raj, leader of the wereleopards.

Following him was a large man, over six feet tall, with long grey and white hair and matching goatee and mustache. His grey eyes quickly scanned the room and then did the same to Willow. She was left with the feeling of being sized up, as if he was determining whether or not she would be a threat. Willow didn’t know a thing about this but but she could already tell he was dangerous and she determined that she would never put herself between him and whatever it was he valued.

The shorter man, embraced Anita, giving her a quick kiss, and rubbing his cheek against hers in a feline fashion. Willow saw the tension in the dark-haired woman visibly decrease. Much like Jean-Claude, this man seemed able to break through her tough exterior, and it made Willow happy to know that the hard as nails woman had a little comfort in her life.

Looking up at Willow with those cat eyes, he gave her a warm smile, and headed in her direction, hand extended. “Hi, I’m Micah. It’s nice to meet you finally.”

Spike intercepted him before he could reach his target, a look of warning on his face. His own hand was extended, in a mock friendly gesture. “I’m Spike, and she’s with me, mate.”

Micah smiled as he shook the offered hand, trying not to chuckle. He was used to dealing with other alpha males and didn’t want to cause an unnecessary fight. There was no real reason he needed to shake the girl’s hand also. “Well, Spike, Willow is lucky to have someone like you looking out for her,” he answered very diplomatically. “This is Merle.” The man next to him nodded.

Willow gave a nod to both of them. She knew she should say something to Spike about his behavior, but she was still feeling a little tired, and frankly she didn’t want to risk bruising his fragile ego by chastising him in front of the others. She could wait to speak to him until later.

As Anita was getting her coat to leave, Merle stopped her with a hand on her arm in a cautionary manner, looking out the door. “That man,” he said softly, nodding at the janitor mopping the hallway floor, “he has cleaned that area three times since we got here.”

A ins instantly went on her guard, her hand resting on the butt of the Firestar tucked away in her inner pants holster. “Hey, you there…” The man turned to look at her, the picture of innocence. Spike moved up next to Anita, blocking the path to Willow. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m mopping the floor.” He pushed the rolling bucket just inside the door so they could verify the accuracy of his words, then bent over it as if to use the ringer on the mop.

Anita felt her guard drop slightly as she leaned forward and saw that there was nothing more than dirty water within. Then, before she could react, the man grabbed the large bucket, hefted it off the ground and hurled the contents onto her and Spike. She had a brief moment of panic before she realized that it was only cold water. That’s when Spike fell to the floor smoking and screaming in pain.

“Holy Water,” Anita screamed, drawing her gun.

However, before she could take aim on her target, a blur flashed by her, and saw Aaw Asher pinning the now terrified man to the wall. His fangs were bared in his rage and she knew that she had only a second to act before the angry vampire killed the man.

“Asher, no! It would be murder!” she screamed, but knew he would not listen. He had suffered too much at the hands of men like this to ever show any mercy to one. With only a second to decide, she did the only thing she could; she took aim and shot Asher in the back.

The golden-haired vampire fell to the ground howling in rage. With a jerk of her head, Anita indicated for Micah and Merle to hold him down until she could get the situation under control, all the while keeping the gun pointed at the cowering man, leaning against the wall.

“Y…You…s…saved me. But you are one of the a…abominations. Why would you protect me?” the man stuttered, utterly perplexed.

“I wasn’t saving you, you dumb fuck. I was saving him. If he had killed you, he would have gotten the death penalty. This way he’ll be good as new before you know it. You, on the other hand, will have to change your name to Limpy.” With that she shot him in the knee and watched with satisfaction as he crumpled to the ground screaming.

Seconds later, hospital security came rushing through the door. Not terribly bright in Anita’s opinion, considering there had been shots fired, but she held up the marshal’s badge she used when working with the local authorities all the same and asked them to call the police. When the nurses came in to check on the wounded, Anita waved them away from the assailant bleeding on the floor and instructed them to assist the smoking vam fir first. They seemed hesitant initially, but when she again told them to help Spike, this time gesturing with gun still in hand, they did as she said.

For the most part Spike was unharmed. His skin was very red and peeling in a few places on his face and chest where the majority of it had hit him. Willow had quickly stripped off the wet clothing to keep the holy water from burning him further. She had tried to call up her healing powers to help him, but she was still too weak, and hadn’t meditated for a couple of days to rebuild her power. Every time she tried she only became dizzy and slightly nauseous, until Spike seemed to figure out what was happening to her and pushed her away from him soy coy could no longer touch. He was fortunate that vampires from his world were not as affected by the liquid weapon as vampires from this new world were. He would quickly recover.

Anita looked him over, really looked him over, for the first time since the attack and was shocked and relieved with what she saw. “It hit you,” she said, running her hand lightly over his face in awe. “I know it hit you, but your skin, it isn’t burned!”

“It bloody well DOES b you you daft woman! Can’t you see me smoking?!” he howled in pain as the nurses rushed to get various ointments, unsure if it would even help.

“Yes, but you are still whole, not like Asher…”

“Oh, god…” Willow breathed as the realization hit her. Asher’s scars were from holy water, and the man whimpering and crying on the floor had thrown a whole bucket of the stuff on Spike, thinking it would do the same or worse to him. If it had been any other vampire they probably would be dead now.

Without thinking, she moved closer to the man, glancing over at where Asher was struggling, still pinned to the ground, and imagined Spike with those horrible scars covering his entire body. She looked back at the man and wanted to hit him, kick him, beat him unconscious. But, with his leg bleeding like it was, she was afraid that her touch would heal him rather than hurt him. The redhead tried calling up her powers of destruction, but without meditating first, she was still too weak and more likely to end up doing harm to herself than to the object of her contempt. She screamed in frustration at being made so vulnerable by some evil unseen force. She needed her powers, NOW. This man had to pay.

Left without any other options, Willow did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed Anita’s gun from her hand and shot the cowering man in the other knee. Now he would have to change his name to Wheels.

To be continued…
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