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Jul. 15th, 2008 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedemonmagnetThe day after Clark's drinking binge on the beach, Xander happens upon the hungover teenager sleeping on the beach. Despite the uncomfortable feeling still between them, Xander tries to get him to the Compound, but only manages to get Clark to the hut he shares with Buffy. Before he passes out on Xander's bed, Clark reassures Xander that despite everything, they're still friends.
The mornings were beautiful on the island. Sure, Xander had grown up near the beach in Sunnydale and had seen many a beachy sunrise, but there was something truely tropical on the island. Of course, he also wasn't normally awake this early to see the sunrise. But he'd been restless lately, despite joining the building crew. It was most likely due to the fact that he saw Jill less and less it seemed. He hoped maybe this morning he could catch her after Titans training, before she went to the psych office.
That was, until he saw the body laying on the beach. A very familiar body. Eyes wide with worry, Xander ran the last few steps before falling to his knees beside it. "Clark? Clark!"
Clark was dead to the world. Plain and simple, dead. It took him a while to register the sound of Xander's cries, and he let out a groan. Blech, he thought, a foreign and gross taste in his mouth. His eyes felt heavy as they flutter open and the bright sun hurting his eyes. "Shhh," he said hoarsely. Then came the dreaded headache he probably should've thought of before deciding downing a bottle of rum was a good idea.
Xander couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief when Clark finally opened his eyes. "Clark? What's wrong? Did you sleep out here?" He rambled quickly before he heard Clark's hoarse shushing and smelled his breath. he sat back hard, his eyes wide. "Your hungover."
"I think so," he said, his brow furrowing as he tried to sit up. "Does the island make everything spin? Because you should tell it to stop."
Moving closer, Xander held out his hand to offer help in sitting up. "Clark...why are you hungover?" He really didn't want to know the answer but the shock of finding his friend like this was enough that he had to ask.
"Han Solo said it was a god idea," he said, rubbing his face and pausing for a moment to let the wooziness subside, leaning on Xander.
"Han Solo said it was good idea. That should have been your first clue." Xander bit his lip for a moment as he wrapped an arm around Clark's shoulders to steady him. He wasn't looking forward to standing up. "Good idea for what?" He ventured cautiously, because in his opinion, drinking wasn't the solution to anything. Of course, he was biased.
"Can't really remember right now," he replied. "Head kind of..." He made a wavey motion to the side of his head. "Hurts. Can't really focus." He felt his stomach flop. He let out a soft groan and placed a hand on his mouth, stopping in his tracks hoping it would subside soon.
Xander sighed. "Come on, let's get you up and to the compound. I know I'm probably the last person whose help you want but believe me, being under the sun isn't going to help." He stood up and somehow dragged Clark to his.
"Who said that," he asked as they rushed to Xander's place. Oh, Jesus, he thought, why the hell do people do this? He felt like he was going to vomit. He held it down, though. He wasn't about to toss his cookies in front of his friend. That was just gross.
"It's all about dehydration or something. That's all I got before I fell asleep when Giles was giving us the under age drinking lecture." He said as they walked. Xander had debated taking him to the compound but his and Buffy's hut was closer and he'd gotten some fresh water that morning. He could atleast get some water into Clark before getting him back to the compound. "Little farther Clark, I promise."
Clark soldiered on. "I've decided I don't ever have to do this again," Clark said as he trusted Clark, while simultaneously biting back any grunts and groans of pain. He just hoped he didn't trip and look like an even bigger fool.
"Good plan." Xander agreed as they finally reached his hut. He thanks god Buffy was out as he led Clark into his room and set him on what served him as a bed. "Here, lie down. I'm going to get you something to drink." He left the room for a minute or so then came back with a cup full of water that he handed to Clark before stepping away from the bed. "Drink it, you'll feel better then We'll get you to compound."
He sat down on the bed and finally groaned, laying back, closing his eyes, and tried to stop all the spinning. "I'm never drinking again," he said to no one in particular. When Xander returned, he took the water and drank. Jesus, the water felt good. "Go? How about sleep? Sleep is good. Lying down is good."
Xander sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You want to take a nap in my bed. Great." He gave small frustrated groan. "Won't you feel better in your own bed vice the guy who can't keep his mouth shut or lips to himself?" He'd been agonizing over that day for too long and this was adding to his frustration.
"Why do you keep saying that," he muttered, his words slurring just a little bit as he rolled onto his side and tugged at Xander's sleeve. "We're friends," he said, with a yawn, and passed out.
Groaning in frustration again, Xander followed it with a sigh as he sat down on the bed next to Clark. Great, there went his well thought out plan to get Clark to the compound. Still...Clark had said they were friends and even if he was hungover, it was a relief to Xander. Sighing again, he sat down on the floor next to the bed, not wanting to leave him along in the hut incase Buffy came home. Eventually, he too drifted off, head resting on his arms which leaned on his knees pulled up to his chest, his head turned towards Clark.
The mornings were beautiful on the island. Sure, Xander had grown up near the beach in Sunnydale and had seen many a beachy sunrise, but there was something truely tropical on the island. Of course, he also wasn't normally awake this early to see the sunrise. But he'd been restless lately, despite joining the building crew. It was most likely due to the fact that he saw Jill less and less it seemed. He hoped maybe this morning he could catch her after Titans training, before she went to the psych office.
That was, until he saw the body laying on the beach. A very familiar body. Eyes wide with worry, Xander ran the last few steps before falling to his knees beside it. "Clark? Clark!"
Clark was dead to the world. Plain and simple, dead. It took him a while to register the sound of Xander's cries, and he let out a groan. Blech, he thought, a foreign and gross taste in his mouth. His eyes felt heavy as they flutter open and the bright sun hurting his eyes. "Shhh," he said hoarsely. Then came the dreaded headache he probably should've thought of before deciding downing a bottle of rum was a good idea.
Xander couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief when Clark finally opened his eyes. "Clark? What's wrong? Did you sleep out here?" He rambled quickly before he heard Clark's hoarse shushing and smelled his breath. he sat back hard, his eyes wide. "Your hungover."
"I think so," he said, his brow furrowing as he tried to sit up. "Does the island make everything spin? Because you should tell it to stop."
Moving closer, Xander held out his hand to offer help in sitting up. "Clark...why are you hungover?" He really didn't want to know the answer but the shock of finding his friend like this was enough that he had to ask.
"Han Solo said it was a god idea," he said, rubbing his face and pausing for a moment to let the wooziness subside, leaning on Xander.
"Han Solo said it was good idea. That should have been your first clue." Xander bit his lip for a moment as he wrapped an arm around Clark's shoulders to steady him. He wasn't looking forward to standing up. "Good idea for what?" He ventured cautiously, because in his opinion, drinking wasn't the solution to anything. Of course, he was biased.
"Can't really remember right now," he replied. "Head kind of..." He made a wavey motion to the side of his head. "Hurts. Can't really focus." He felt his stomach flop. He let out a soft groan and placed a hand on his mouth, stopping in his tracks hoping it would subside soon.
Xander sighed. "Come on, let's get you up and to the compound. I know I'm probably the last person whose help you want but believe me, being under the sun isn't going to help." He stood up and somehow dragged Clark to his.
"Who said that," he asked as they rushed to Xander's place. Oh, Jesus, he thought, why the hell do people do this? He felt like he was going to vomit. He held it down, though. He wasn't about to toss his cookies in front of his friend. That was just gross.
"It's all about dehydration or something. That's all I got before I fell asleep when Giles was giving us the under age drinking lecture." He said as they walked. Xander had debated taking him to the compound but his and Buffy's hut was closer and he'd gotten some fresh water that morning. He could atleast get some water into Clark before getting him back to the compound. "Little farther Clark, I promise."
Clark soldiered on. "I've decided I don't ever have to do this again," Clark said as he trusted Clark, while simultaneously biting back any grunts and groans of pain. He just hoped he didn't trip and look like an even bigger fool.
"Good plan." Xander agreed as they finally reached his hut. He thanks god Buffy was out as he led Clark into his room and set him on what served him as a bed. "Here, lie down. I'm going to get you something to drink." He left the room for a minute or so then came back with a cup full of water that he handed to Clark before stepping away from the bed. "Drink it, you'll feel better then We'll get you to compound."
He sat down on the bed and finally groaned, laying back, closing his eyes, and tried to stop all the spinning. "I'm never drinking again," he said to no one in particular. When Xander returned, he took the water and drank. Jesus, the water felt good. "Go? How about sleep? Sleep is good. Lying down is good."
Xander sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You want to take a nap in my bed. Great." He gave small frustrated groan. "Won't you feel better in your own bed vice the guy who can't keep his mouth shut or lips to himself?" He'd been agonizing over that day for too long and this was adding to his frustration.
"Why do you keep saying that," he muttered, his words slurring just a little bit as he rolled onto his side and tugged at Xander's sleeve. "We're friends," he said, with a yawn, and passed out.
Groaning in frustration again, Xander followed it with a sigh as he sat down on the bed next to Clark. Great, there went his well thought out plan to get Clark to the compound. Still...Clark had said they were friends and even if he was hungover, it was a relief to Xander. Sighing again, he sat down on the floor next to the bed, not wanting to leave him along in the hut incase Buffy came home. Eventually, he too drifted off, head resting on his arms which leaned on his knees pulled up to his chest, his head turned towards Clark.
