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The Sunny Side of Hell

Disclaimer #1: Logic problem: I am not Joss. Joss owns. Therefore I do not own.

Disclaimer #2: I�m just not creative enough to come up with my own OCs, therefore Sage belongs to Dimitri Aidan, who also supplied this idea.
Author: Rochelle B

Dedications: Dimitri Aidan, who needs a life in the worst way and Aloysha Star, who is God when it comes to �guy emotions� and gay sex. Because he�s a slut. Seriously, ask him, he�ll tell you.

Rating: R to NC-17

Parings: Various. Main: Xander/Spike, Faith/Gunn.

Warnings: Slash, language, sex, violence.... Alternate Universe. Child abuse, rape, angst, fluff.

Summery: Xander makes a wish and the world changes; Buffy isn�t a slayer, Spike isn�t a vampire, and he�s lived in LA half his life. But now he�s headed back to Sunnydale and learns some things never change.

Random Note: Most chapters won�t be out this quickly, but I was in a good mood.
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Chapter Two

Counting Blue Cars

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Alexander found his old room pretty much the same as he left it. A little musty, a little dusty, and the wallpaper was beginning to yellow with age. The carpet was lighter in the places where the sun had hit it, bleached by the hot California rays, and the bookshelf built into the wall looked about ready to give up the ghost.
But other than that nothing had changed. He sighed and looked around his bare room. His father had told them to leave everything, saying that they were going to start over with no reminders of their old lives, including all of their furniture and half of their wardrobes. He hadn�t even been able to say goodbye to his friends or anything.
Not that he�d had a lot of friends. But a few.
He wondered how that was going to effect them. One day he was laid up in the hospital and the next�poof. There was a �For Sale� sign in the front yard, the dog had been sold off, he�d been pulled from school and Xander Harris had just�vanished into the ether. Then again they hadn�t come to see him the few days he�d spent in the hospital after waking up or called in the two weeks he�d spent at home before moving away.
Did they even care?
Still�he was going to miss them. He was going to miss Xander. He couldn�t help but feel that with this yearlong gap in his memory and leaving behind everything he could remember that he wasn�t really Xander anymore. Maybe�he should start over.
It wasn�t such a bad idea. Almost completely new town, new high school, new people�why not a new him to go along with it. No more dorky Xan-man at least. That wasn�t such a terrible thought really. He�d never really liked how awkward he was anyway.
He leaned against the window frame and watched with a sort of detached interest as the particles danced in the streams of sunlight. He blew and watched as the dust bobbed and scattered away from the light and left his view.
�Alexander?� He�d told his parents he was leaving Xander behind and both had seemed delighted by his decision, gladly calling him by the name he�d hated growing up. (Not that sixteen really constituted as �grown up� or anything, but still.) He wasn�t sure how he felt about it, but for the time being it was okay.
He blinked and looked over to see his mother standing in the doorway of his bedroom. She looked strangely at home against the Cowboy and Indians wallpaper he�d been subjugated to as a child. He imagined he looked very out of place.
�Yes mom?�
Years ago his mother had been that girl, the one everyone fawned over, wanted to be with, or just plain wanted to be. She�d been friendly to everyone and no one had ever accused her of being shallow, but rather�above them all. That one girl who was too good to be true.
A cheerleader�no, that wasn�t right. She had been the cheerleader back in her day. Thick sand colored hair, big doe eyes, and �legs that went on for miles� according to his father. Xander always knew it was time to leave the room when his mother started giggling and his father got all starry eyes while talking about how she used to execute perfect high kicks and guys used to fall all over her.
She could have had any man she wanted and she went for a slightly geeky member of the chess club. It had amazed everyone.
Hell, it even amazed him sometimes that they were together and, after twenty still seemed to love each other. Other parents grew apart, divorced, remarried�not his though. They had something else�something lasting. He had a feeling the world could go to hell and they�d still stay together anyway.
His mother liked to worry about her fading looks but he didn�t really see it. Her hair was beginning to thin out a little bit, and she needed glasses to read, and she certainly wasn�t going to be doing any high kicks, sure. But she was still beautiful. She�d been the mom that all of his friends thought was �so hot� and it�d been embarrassing but still�nice.
�Hmm. I�d forgotten about this paper. You hated it so much.� She touched the aged paper almost reverently. He snorted.
�Still do.�
�You can paint over it I think.� She walked closer to him and put a hand on his arm, offering a small smile. He scowled at the thought.
�How about we move Sage in here?�
Sage was his younger brother. It had been strange at first, staring at the boy who looked so much like him and having no idea who he was. For the life of him he hadn�t been able to put Sage into any of the memories he had of his family. Not at first anyway. With time however that had changed. It seemed like every time he slept he gained new memories of the younger teen.
Now it was like he�d known him forever�well, fifteen years. Same difference.
Still sometimes he looked at Sage and couldn�t help but see a girl; taller than she had any right to be with long brown hair and the most beautiful green eyes (1) he�d ever seen. He felt this strange protective pull whenever she came to his mind, as if keeping her safe was one of the most important things in the world. He felt the same pull for Sage though, along with this strange feeling of�knowing that he had to keep him safe at all costs, and was trying to focus on that and not the girl.
What else could he do, really?
�I�m sure he�d love that.� The sarcasm was so thick Alexander could have choked on it. His mother had always had a very dry and harsh sense of humor, which his brother had inherited completely. Xander took after his mother and his father, landing him somewhere between obvious sarcasm and things so subtle most people just looked confused.
He sighed, rubbing at his arm almost anxiously. �He�d probably rather be back home actually.�
The gauze had come off to reveal identical scars, long and running the entire length of his arm that had been bandaged. He�d tried to get his parents and brother to confess what had happened, not that he couldn�t guess, but the most he got was Sage telling him he�d had a �rough time� after the �accident� and that he�d been really depressed.
He�d been tempted to say �no shit� to that, but had let it slide. Was it really so much to want to know what the hell had driven him to trying to kill himself?
She sighed and looked away for a moment, voice dropping to a soft whisper. �It�ll get better here, I promise.�
He shook his head. �I don�t think it�ll ever be better, no matter where we are.�
His brother looked at him like he might snap at any moment and he couldn�t even reassure him that he wouldn�t do it. His father was quiet and�distant, treating him as if he had some kind of terminal and contagious disease, but also never letting him out of his sight. He and Sage had gone around the corner for tape for the moving boxes and their father had almost had a heart attack and yelled himself silly. On top of that his mother always looked a few steps from crying.
And he didn�t know why.
�Sure it will. Your father has a much better job here and Sunnydale High is supposed to be one of the best schools in the state academically. And it�s supposed to be very safe so we won�t have to worry about and Sage getting in trouble. We might even be able to persuade your father to let you out of his sight.�
�None of that is going to make Dad stop hating me.� It wouldn�t stop the questions swirling around his brain.
�Oh Xander.� Her arms wrapped around him and he couldn�t help but feel five years old, clinging to mommy after a bad nightmare. Part of him was desperate to shrug her away but another part of him just wanted to stay in her arms and pretend everything was fine. �Your father doesn�t hate you. He couldn�t hate you.� One hand reached up and she began to pet his hair. �He just�he�s just confused. Not what sure to think or do with you. So much is different. I think he�s afraid of you.�
She pulled away to stare up at him and he could see the tears glimmering in her eyes. He looked away. He didn�t want to see her crying again. It was funny to think he�d once wanted his parents to care more about what he did and not think of him as the good son they could automatically trust. He�s wanted their attention when he�d started high school and now he couldn�t seem to rid himself of their constant presence.
It was�ironic.
But nice.
She brushed his hair back from his eyes and he saw her forcing a bright smile from the corner of his eye. �But none of that now. I have a surprise for you.�
�You�re willing to confess that Bill and Ted�s Adventures were extremely underrated?�
She blinked slowly. �No. I said surprise, not lie. Honestly Alexander.�
He sighed as he followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen. His father was sitting at the table and going through a sheaf of papers while Sage sat at the island and read a comic. X-Force, a good one in his humble opinion.
Not as good as it had once been, now that Cable, Rictor, and �Star were gone but still damn good. He said as much as he followed his mother out of the door and Sage made a face before jumping up, suddenly excited. He was practically bouncing.
Scary on his usually serious brother.
�Dad, c�mon, mom�s going to show him now.�
�Show me what?� He asked, suddenly suspicious. His father set down the papers, a smile curving his lips.
�A gift. New school, new you�we thought we�d give you a little something. It�s in the front.�
He arched an eyebrow then, with a slightly shrug, headed for the front. He skirted the boxes in the dining room as well as the new table and chair set his mother had seemed very pleased with. Almost as pleased as she was about the living room set they�d had moved in that morning; black and red floral print.
He thought she was kind of easily amused, but whatever it took to make her smile was more than welcome by him. He paused by the front door, glancing back at his family who were all grinning like total idiots. He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open, squinting against the bright light.
It took a moment to adjust to the change and then he saw it. Next to his father�s sensible black Honda was a pale blue car, top town and showing off cream-colored leather. It was old obviously�no, it was classic. There was a difference; his grandmother was old and this was so not his grandmother. This was beautiful. It felt strangely familiar as he walked over and touched the hood, like he�d been here before.
He shoved that feeling aside and looked up at the house. His father was almost smirking and his mother was staring at him, a hopeful smile on her face. He swallowed, not able to speak for a moment and then, finally, he just shook his head.
�This�oh�god. You two are the best parents ever.�
His mother laughed softly, moving closer to his father. �Did you hear that Curtis, we�re �the best parents ever�.�
He gave her a light squeeze. �I heard Lacy. I never thought I�d see the day.�
�You�re being weird again.� Sage commented, darting around them and down into the driveway. �So what do you think? I helped pick it out.�
Xander reached out and ruffled sandy blond locks. �It�s beautiful. You actually did something right for a change brat. I can�t wait to get be able to drive this.�
�Well why don�t you. Get acquainted with the town; see what there is to see. Maybe go past the high school.� His mother said, smiling so wide her face had to hurt. She glanced sideways at his father, who was clearly hesitating. �We don�t want you getting lost, right?�
Another long pause then his father nodded as if it pained him to do so. �Yes. Go ahead, but don�t be out late. It�s a school night.�
Both he and Sage stood still for a moment, neither able to believe their luck before exchanging glances and all but scrambling into the car. Xander had a moment of brief confusion when Sage popped open the glove compartment and extracted a key ring. There were only two keys and it was obvious, thankfully, which key went to the car.
The other must have been for the house. They�d been latch key kids before and it did make sense that their mother would find another job here.
He turned the car on, almost letting out a very unmanly squeal when it turned over and purred to life, before looking into the rearview mirror and beginning to back out of the driveway. He had been worried for a moment because he hadn�t remembered driving but it was coming back to him like he�d been doing it forever.
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Once the boys were gone Curtis let out a breath and glared at his wife, who just arched an eyebrow at him before turning around, blue skirt trailing after her. He stared at her retreating form, unable to keep from taking a moment to admire it.
He really loved that woman.
Even when she was being her usual infuriating herself. She was the most stubborn person he�d ever encountered, but she was always at her best when she was determined. He�d always through he was a fierce competitor; that was what it took to be an attorney after all, but he was nothing compared to her. She�d been the star at the real estate office she worked out, almost doubling the number of sales the rest of the office made combined.
When he�d started planning the move she�d jumped onto the idea, citing it as a chance to start her own business and really make a name for herself and �hiring� him as the lawyer for her future business. It�d happened if five second flat and his head was still spinning.
But back to the problem at hand. �Lace-�
�We can�t keep them cooped up.� Her voice drifted from the kitchen. �They are growing boys and moving them was bad enough.�
�I thought you thought-�
�It is a good idea, I�m just saying that it�s enough. We have to let them go out into the world and meet people and have friends and�people who will be more than friends.�
He walked into the kitchen and found her putting the teapot onto the stove. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smirked at him over her shoulder.
�I want to protect them. After what happened to Xan I don�t know if I can just�let them out again. I know you feel the same.�
She leaned against him, sighing softly. �Of course I do. What kind of mother would I be if I didn�t want to lock them up and never let the world hurt them, hmm? I just know that the holder we hold the more they�ll want to be loose. It�s human nature.�
�I suppose.�
�This way they may come to us with a problem instead of hiding it.� She said quietly, head resting on his shoulder. �If we hadn�t pushed him so hard he may have come to us and we could have talked to him instead of being in the dark.�
He closed his eyes for a moment then nodded, pulling her closer. �Maybe. I just��
�I know.� She patted his hand lightly then twisted away, smiling brightly. �And think of it this way. At least we have forewarning for when Xander brings home his first boyfriend.�
He couldn�t help but wince at that. �You don�t think�he doesn�t remember.�
�I doubt amnesia is going to change his sexuality.� She deadpanned before fixing a stern look on him. �And we wouldn�t want it any other way, would we?�
�� He looked away from her gaze and sat down at the table, looking at his hands. �I won�t let him be hurt again Lace. I�d rather smother him and have him hate me than go through that again. He tried to kill himself. I can�t just forget that and�I can�t. I thought he was dead; he was so pale and his eyes�god.�
�I know.� And he knew she did. She�d been so broken up when he�d called to let her know, even though it was him who�d walked into the hospital bathroom to find their son bleeding out over the tiles. He hadn�t been able to move at first, possessed by the thought of how completely wrong it was for this to be happening. How could he have failed his child so much?

He�d always thought he was a pretty decent father but everything that had happened had made him question that.
Still he knew she was right. He looked over at her and found her staring at him with the whiskey colored eyes both their boys had inherited. He opened his mouth to tell her that he understood what she was saying when someone knocked on the backdoor. She shrugged at him to show she didn�t know who could be there.
The only people who knew they were here was the real estate company Lacy had gotten the house through. They�d been lucky to find their old house, never having been lived in again, and she�d managed to get it back for half of what they�d sold it for. She walked over and, after peaking through the curtain, opened the door.
�Hello?�
�Hello ma�am.� It was a man�s voice, accented�English if Curtis was forced to guess. �I�m Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, I live next door to you. I just moved in myself but I understand it�s customary to�welcome new neighbors to the neighborhood.�
�Oh! Well thank you Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. I�m Lacy Harris and back there is my husband Curtis. I�m afraid you just missed our boys, Sage and Alexander.�
The man chuckled. �Quite alright, and call me Wesley please. I doubt your sons would be interested in me and I�m afraid I can�t get William to occupancy me much of anywhere these days. Ashamed of me I�d wager.�
Curtis could feel Lacy�s interest being peaked as she stepped aside to let the man enter. �You have a son?�
The man was a considerable amount younger than they were, early to mid twenties if Curtis was forced to guess, and dressed in a button white button down shirt and worn jeans. He looked comfortable, but there was still something very refined about the way he carried himself. While Curtis wouldn�t say he was too young to have kids, he looked too young to have a kid old enough to not want to be seen in public with his old man.
�Not exactly. I�m more of a�guardian to them, William and his sister, but I�m quite fond of them. They just turned sixteen and keep me�very busy.� The man sighed tiredly, but Curtis could easily read the satisfied glint in his eyes. He was proud of them.
�Well, it�s settled then. You�ll have to come over for dinner and bring your twins.� Lacy said, voice implying it was the most obvious thing in the world. Wesley quirked an eyebrow in Curtis� direction and he just shrugged, trying to get across that it wasn�t worth arguing about. �Alexander is sixteen and Sage is fifteen, maybe they�ll be friends.�
Wesley smiled, though Curtis couldn�t help but notice a slight shadow cross over his face as his eyes flickered over to the setting sun. �Perhaps.�
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He was running, mind racing. It didn�t make sense. He�d been at the club, the Bronze or something. It was kind of an echo in the back of his mind, from before he�d woken up again. He�d needed something, his body howled for�something. He hadn�t known what until he�d stumbled into the club and realized he could hear�almost see the blood flowing through the veins of the teenagers inside.
He�d known then what he�d needed. He�d chatted up a hot brunette in tight leather pants and a red halter top, who wore dark makeup and deep red lipstick that had stirred even more echoes in his mind, of sweaty hot fumbling in the dark and soft curves under his hands. They�d danced, so close it was almost as indecent as just having sex on the floor.
He�d led her outside, enjoying the way she smiled sultrily as they walked for the back alley. Then he�d pushed her against the wall, feeling his face shift and went to take from her. Only to be backhanded at least five yards and go rolling into the dumpster. She�d smirked, withdrawing a very sharp piece of wood, and he�d run away.
He knew what she was, drawing on memories not his own but rather passed to him by the one who made him what he was. Slayer, killer of his kind. She would destroy him if she caught him and he could hear her booted feet slamming against he ground as she chased him through the shadows. He was headed for the graveyard because�it was familiar. He�d woken there, emerged from the dirt in that place. It was�safe?
Something else floated in with the memory of the slayer, something he felt he should know because it was important. Something about a boy-
His thoughts went flying as he went crashing into an arm, which caught him in the throat and sent him flying again. He went crashing into a gravestone and started to climb to his feet when a boot landed on his chest and pushed him back. He looked up into bright blue eyes and was rewarded with a smirk identical to the one the slayer had worn.
This was the other thing, the thing he needed to remember. �Who are you?�
The boy sighed, twirling a sharpened piece of wood between his fingers. �I swear it�s always the same question. Just once I�d like someone to know why I am, you know what I mean mate?� The boot moved only to be replaced with the boy�s knees, which dug into his stomach sharply. �The name is Spike, ta very much.�
He started to say something but a sharp pain made his words become a squeak before he felt himself fly into a million directions.
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Spike stood up, dusting off his jeans and picking up his stake. His sister came jogging into view a second later, took a look at him and pouted.
�Damn it Spike, that was mine!�
�Sorry.�
She crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrow going up. �Doubtful. I�m telling Wesley.�
He rolled his eyes and slung an arm around her shoulders. �I�m shaking. Like your pansy ass wanker of a watcher is going to do anything to me. I�m the Big Bad little sister.�
�Our pansy ass wanker of a watcher.� She corrected lightly. �And you know how he gets when you wander around the graveyard alone, William. Lets see how much of a Big Bag you are then.�
�Don�t bloody call me that.� He muttered. They glared at each other for a long moment then he rolled his eyes again. She smirked then inclined her head slightly.
�Lets go. The gang is probably waiting for us.�
With that said the pair headed towards The Bronze, the only half decent place in Sunnydale to hang out, with hopes of being semi-normal teenagers for a few hours.
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1) �sure. Why not. Green works�I think Dawn�s eyes were blue though�oh well.

2) Don�t ask questions, but rather be content in the knowledge that this will be explained thoroughly later on.
Jade: Yeah, Spike is Xan�s guardian angel. We won�t see much of him, unless Xan is botching things up very badly. We have this reality�s Spike/Will to deal with after all.
Argo: Yes, Sunnydale is still a Hellmouth. Wouldn�t be any fun if it weren�t. As for how this universe works it�s�think Sliders only with Xander doing a Quantum Leap instead of there being two Xanders. (�If that was too �Geek Mode� for you let me know) So the Anya, Cordy, and Spike we know still exist in the heavens, while �human� versions exist in the world Xander now inhabits. �It�ll make sense eventually.
Thalia: Glad you like the characterization, at least for the first chapter. It�s going to all be thrown outta whack�nowish. lol.
T-me: �it�s not happy. I don�t do happy. I�m clinically unable to manage such a tale. I have a doctor�s note and everything.
Ama: Wow�I�m not sure �impressed� is a word I hear often� I�d love to take credit for the plot, but someone else gave it to me. The rest was all me and so I shall revel in your praise for a few moments, if you don�t mind�
Selene: More Xander�I can do that.
Ashley: Well, per Xander�s wish, Buffy is in LA and isn�t a slayer sooo�I�m not sure if she�ll ever actually appear in this. She, obviously, never burnt down her school fighting vamps and thus has no reason to move to Sunnydale.
Mechante: Ahhh, blame it on the cat. I see how it is. My new computer is beautiful. All purple-y and new and working and stuff� As we saw, Spike is of the�semi-human variety here (I wouldn�t call Faith human in any context and they�re siblings here), but you asked a good question regarding what Spike (and Cordy since she�s in much the same position) might or might not know. It�s a shame I can�t tell you the answer, isn�t it? Smirks. Dimi tells me you�re familiar with Sage and are �fond� of him. I�m sorry about that�
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