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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Willow bolted awake from her light slumber, frantically searching the darkness for the cause of her terror. Something was VERY wrong, she just didn’t know what. Asher sat up next to her and tried to pull her into his arms, but she resisted. Reaching out with her senses, she felt her way using her bond with the earth, trying to locate Spike, to verify that he was unharmed, and came back with nothing. Fighting the fear that paralyzed her, she leapt from the bed and rushed to dress, ignoring Asher’s protests.

By the time Jason arrived she was rushing out the door that led to the employee parking behind the Circus, Asher close on her heels, trying to talk some sense into her.

At the sight of Jason her breath caught in her throat. There was blood on his clothes and without a word; she knew who it belonged to. “Is he okay?” she asked softly, afraid of the answer.

Jason gave her a sympathetic look that spoke volumes, and ushered her to the car, then attempted to do the same with Asher, but he resisted.

“Non, I must stay here. The Council will be here any moment, c’est impossible,” Asher protested, failing to mention that the look in Willow’s eyes was breaking his heart. He knew she was in love with Spike; he had tried to deny it to himself before, but there was no way to deny it now.

“Sorry, man, but Jean-Claude needs you,” Jason replied apologetically. He could guess the real reason for Asher’s hesitance, but Jean-Claude needed to settle the dispute with Anita once and for all and for that Asher had to be there. “Don’t worry about those old vampire fuddy duddies. I’ll take care of everything,” he said with more confidence than he felt.

Asher arched an eyebrow at the fuddy duddy comment. “Non, they will not only see it as a weakness, but also an insult. I cannot…”

“Asher, I don’t ask this of people often, because I know that around here I’m just another pretty snack for the master, but I know what I’m doing, so will you trust me?” Jason’s sky-blue eyes were devoid of all amusement. It was rare for him to be serious, but he wanted Asher to know that he meant business.

Just then a breeze came up, blowing back the hair from Asher’s face to reveal his restored perfection. Jason gasped at the sight. He had hoped before that the vampire would be healed when he had walked in on he and Willow in bed, but he hadn’t had the chance to find out. On some level Jason had been afraid that such healing was beyond even her. He reached his hand out unconsciously and lightly stroked the smooth cheek with reverence. Then, remembering the situation, snapped himself back to attention. “Great, like you weren’t stunning enough already,” he said with a smirk. “Now, get out of here. I’ll take care of everything.”

Asher couldn’t help but smile at the renewed lightness in his heart. His dark days as a monster were over as Jason had just reminded him. It seemed like insanity to leave under these circumstances, but he would trust the young wolf. There was determination in those blue eyes, and Asher knew he would not let his master down. With a nod to the boy he climbed into the car with Willow and the driver whisked them away into the night.

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As the car pulled up outside the temporary location of the shifter clinic, somewhere in the warehouse district, Asher could hear Jean-Claude and Anita screaming at each other. It caught him a bit off guard. Anita may be prone to letting her emotions control her, but Jean-Claude saw such displays as a sign of weakness. Over the centuries he had seen his friend kill without hesitation, but he couldn’t recall ever seeing him reduced to yelling in a parking lot like a common human. It was beneath him. When he and Willow emerged from the car, the pair didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed by their behavior. As much as he adored Jean-Claude’s mate, Anita could really bring out the worst in a man at times.

“Really, mon ami, perhaps you should take this matter inside,” Asher suggested in a condescending manner as he gracefully stepped out of the vehicle, but regretted it as their hostile gazes turned on him.

Jean-Claude pushed the hair back from his face, his eyes blazing. “The doctor asked us to leave. She says our fighting is bad for her patient.”

“Oh god, Spike!” Willow squeaked out and ran for the door, panic again flooding her heart.

Anita growled at her as she went past. “That’s right sweetie, I’ll settle up with you after your OTHER lover is out of danger.” Willow shot her a confused look, but continued inside.

“Like you’re one to speak on fidelity,” the dark-haired vampire spat out. Then, addressing Asher in exasperation, “Now that you are here, perhaps you can explain to this stubborn mule what really happened before in your bedroom.”

Asher’s opened his mouth to answer, and his face took on an expression of wonder as he remembered. “The petite sorciere, she and I made love. She healed me.”

Anita looked up into his perfect face as he held his hair back for her inspection. Jean-Claude had already told her this, explained the unusual circumstances that had put him naked in bed with Asher and Willow, but it was all too far fetched for her to believe. Not the part about the healing, that she could accept, but finding her boyfriend without a stitch on in the arms of another man, that was too much. Still, seeing Asher restored, and not just physically, but seeing the hurt gone from his eyes, it was a miracle. She would have to remember to thank Willow for helping him, after she kicked her ass of course.

“I’m happy for you, Asher, but that proves nothing.”

Both men looked shocked, but it was Jean-Claude who spoke. “What more evidence do you need, ma petite?”

“I never doubted that Asher had been healed. I’ve seen what that redheaded tramp could do when she was practicing on Jason.” For a second a look of pain flashed acroshersher’s face. Anita glanced over her shoulder at Jean-Claude, surprised he hadn’t told his friend. The dark-haired vampire gave her a silent shake of his head in answer. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew. It was nothing on this level,” she indicated his face with a wave of her hand. “I was there to chaperone, to make sure they didn’t end up going all the way while she practiced.” She was happy to see some measure of relief in Asher’s eyes. “But this doesn’t change anything. I know what I saw.”

“Mon Dieu, woman, you are beyond infuriating!” Jean-Claude exclaimed, and then digressed into a string of French that Anita couldn’t understand, but based on Asher’s expression was not too flattering.

“I’m sorry,” she said, hands firmly on her hips, “…but after what I saw, how can I believe anything you say?”

“After what YOU saw?! I walked in on you and Spike fucking on MY desk!!!”

“Anita!” Asher gasped with surprise, “Is this true?”

“Yes it’s true, and it’s also none of your fucking business!” she hollered.

“It is worse than that. Look at her neck…”

Asher moved close enough to see the vicious bite just above her collarbone, and stared at it in disbelief.

“…She let him bite her,” Jean-Claude said with disgust.

Anita whirled to face him. “I told you, I did not LET him bite me, he just bit me. And you didn’t seem to care about any of this when I was saving your life!”

“What is she talking about, mon ami?” Asher asked in confusion.

“She shot Spike because she thought he was trying to stake me,” hswerswered, a bit gentler.

“You shot Spike?”

“What? Don’t look at me like that. How was I supposed to know that he wasn’t really going to hurt Jean-Claude?”

“Non, you did the right thing if you really thought he would hurt Jean-Claude. But in the future you may want to think before taking the approach of shoot first, shoot again, and then shoot some more until there is nothing left to question,” Asher said, trying to keep the amusement off his face. “I assume that is why we are here now? Spike, he is hurt bad?” Both Anita and Jean-Claude looked at the ground, giving him his answer.

“Maybe we should, finish this later,” Anita suggested, feelings of guilt returning.

“Non, ma petite, we finish it now. You are my human servant, my mate. It is essential that we are able to trust one another. Yet, at the slightest inclination of betrayal, you take revenge on me with another man without even bothering to learn if your suspicions are true. This is not acceptable.”

“I admit that maybe I didn’t make the best choice by screwing Spike, but that doesn’t change what I saw. You were naked in bed with Willow and Asher.”

“But he was not WITH us, he had just come to see what all the screaming was about,” Asher tried to explain.

“And he just fell into your bed naked? Yeah right!”

“I am sorry, mon ami, but you are right,” Asher said looking at Jean-Claude with frustration. “She IS a sorn orn mule, and it is beyond me to make her see reason.”

“Oh! Of all the condescending…”

“SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!!” Willow interrupted, storming into their midst. “Spike is DYING in there! He won’t let me heal him, and if I try to force it upon him it will probably kill both of us. Anita, I don’t know what the hell happened, but Jean-Claude just doesn’t do it for me. No offense, but he’s just too pretty for my tastes. So believe me when I say that I DID NOT FUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND AND NEITHER DID ASHER!!! Now, about you shooting Spike…” at this Willow’s eyes went an inky black with other worldly power “…you better hope that that Raina bitch living inside you CAN heal him, or the word flambé will take on a whole new meaning for you.” She watched with satisfaction as Anita shuddered in response, then turned on her heel to head back inside, calling over her shoulder, “Are you coming?”

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