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Sunny Side of Hell	By : Rochelle Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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: Now, for those of us not following along, Faith is the slayer, William/Spike is her twin brother and has some powers of his own going on (will be clarified later) Wesley is a pansy ass wanker of a watcher and fledges are still stupid. Oh, and I�m on some kind of writing spree�
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Chapter Three

Sunnyhell High

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Alexander looked at the piece of paper that detailed his assigned parking spot, locker number, homeroom, and classes for the day. He looked over at Sage who appeared to be doing much the same. They had just passed through the gate that lead to the student parking lot and were now following what looked like a line of cars all headed in the same general direction.
�You ready?�
Sage looked up, brown eyes startled for a moment before he shrugged. �I suppose. It�s gonna be weird, I�ve been in school with the same people my whole life. High school as the new guy.�
He nodded, eyes turning back to the road. The car ahead of him was moving, finally and Xander needed to look out for the Sophomore/Junior parking lot.
�I�m sorry about all of this.�
�It�s not your fault.�
�Bull shit. You shouldn�t have to move just because I had some kind of breakdown.� He said just as the sign came into sight. He turned down the gravel road then glanced at Sage again. �I�m just sorry is all and�I wish I could make it up to you.�
Sage was silent for a few moments, giving Xander time to locate his spot and pull in. He started to put the top up when his brother was inclined to speak again.
�It�s probably better that we moved. Things would have been bad back home but if it�s that important I guess you could promise me not to do what you did last time. If you remember I mean. Maybe talk to me before you decide to kill yourself.� The suggesting was light but there was a hint of what may have been annoyance underneath.
Alexander had the strange urge to blush in embarrassment in spite of not remembering what had occurred. He wasn�t sure what had driven him to slitting his wrists but he couldn�t help but feel, in that moment at least, that he didn�t have a nearly good enough reason for it.
�Yeah. I think I can do that.� He said finally. The top was up all the way so he pushed the locks into place then pushed the door open. Sage followed his lead, stretching as he did, before grabbing his bag and heading for the steps that led up to the quad. Xander followed, looking around at the crowd of people heading that way as well, all seeming to be talking and hanging out in groups. God, but being the new kid was going to suck.
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Mr. Flutie must have been scarred deeply as a child, most likely because his last name was Flutie and kids had a tendency to be mean as hell. Alexander could see how that could scar a person and turn them into an overly happy, slightly overweight and balding high school principal.
He had greeted the two of them with an unnaturally friendly smile before telling them to sit down so they could get to business. First he�d told Sage how happy he was to have such an academically accomplished student in Sunnydale High, while Sage blushed bright red, before he turned his gaze to Alexander. Who was now squirming under his gaze, very uncomfortable with that amount of attention.
�And you, the elder Mr. Harris. Do you have a name you prefer; Alex, Lex, Xander? Or do you just go by Alexander?�
While Lex brought to mind bald megalomaniac billionaires with alien obsessions, Alex conjured up imaged of him with pigtails, which was just disturbing and wrong on so many unidentifiable levels. It was a toss up between risking exposing his (not so inner) comic geek and a uni-sex name that seemed to lean towards the girlie, in his mind anyway.
�Alex is fine.�
Flutie smiled for what seemed like the hundredth time. �Good good. Not I understand you have some memory loss concerning events that transpired in San Francisco. However after testing you we�ve found that you�re on about the same level as most of the other juniors so that shouldn�t be a problem. I realize that this will seem foolish considering the circumstances but its mandatory that both of you visit with the school counselor once a week. Her name is Miss French; she�s new but seems to be popular among the students.�
Alex resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Fun, he and some middle-aged lady who just wanted to be his friend could sit around for god-only-knew-how-long and talk about things he couldn�t remember. It sounded like he was in for all sorts of fun.
Sage looked every bit as enthusiastic as his brother. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. �I thought I was done with all of that.�
That gave Lex a moment�s pause. �I didn�t know you had to-�
�After you�they made me told to the school therapist. Then mom and dad sent me to another shrink.� Sage looked sullen as he spoke. �They said that once we moved I would be finished.�
�Well you were, there. I�m afraid you have to attend a few sessions; school policy and all.� Flutie did actually look apologetic for a few seconds before his smile returned. Alex was seriously disturbed; he was already wishing for the harsh hard-edged principal from Middle School. �You never know, it may be useful to you, with everything new that�s happening.�
�Maybe.�
�Well. I�ve found students with schedules more or less identical to your own to help guide you through the first few days. Andrew Wells, another one of our gifted freshman, and Daniel Osborne for you Alex. They should be outside of the office waiting. I sincerely hope you two have a good first day.�
That said he turned his attention to a bunch of papers of his desk. Sensing they�d been dismissed Alex and Sage left the office, exchanging amused looks as they did. How in the hell anyone forced to deal with teenagers all day could be anything resembling happy was beyond Alex; he was a teenager and he didn't even like dealing with other teenagers.
The dangers of an anti-social youth, truly.
As Flutie has said there were two teens waiting outside of the office. Both looked as if they were less than pleased with the fact there were there, which Alex could understand. No one liked being called to the office, even if the person in charge was damn perky. The shorter redhead looked especially annoyed and Alex assumed he was Daniel, if for no other reason than he looked a little too�grungy, in comparison to the nervous looking blond, to be Sage�s guide.
The redhead was shorter than Alex, about Sage�s height, with red hair tipped in black and very intense hazel eyes. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his worn looking blue jeans and he was wearing a �The Cure� t-shirt. The blond was about the same height, but dressed a little more �properly� in tans slacks and a white button down. Blue-green eyes darted around nervously, focusing on everything except the people in the office.
Alex was going to go out on a limb and say he got his ass kicked at least every-other day, maybe every single day depending on the tormenter to tormented ratio the school had. Alex could only hope it was strongly in favor of the tormented otherwise this kid was screwed.
And, for that matter, so was Alex. He was something of a bully magnet, unless he�d undergone a serious personality shift in his freshman year or something. He�d have to ask Sage about it later on.
The redhead pushed off of the wall he�d been leaning against, eyes darting between Sage and Alex quickly before settling on Alex.
�Harris?�
�Alex. This is my brother Sage.� He inclined his head towards the younger teen who raised a hand a little warily.
�Oz. Can I see your schedule?�
Alex held it out, blinking. �I thought we had the same one.� He got a shrug in reply even as the other teen started towards the door of the office, eyeing Alex�s schedule as if it was some kind of foreign object he�d never seen before.
�Selective attendance. Later �Drew.�
�Bye Oz.� The blond squeaked before blushing a vivid red and ducking his head. Alex arched an eyebrow at that. This kid was either the most nervous person ever, or�well, that was about it really. He said bye to Sage quickly then went after his guide, who didn�t seem too concerned with whether or not he was following along or not.
Then again, this kid practiced selective attendance so it was wholly probable that he was too busy trying to remember where the hell the classes were to actually pay any attention to Alex. He fell into step with the redhead, noting that thee halls were really much easier to get through when there weren�t hundreds of kids packed into them, with only half of those kids actually moving while the other half stood around and talked like they didn�t have anywhere to go and so no one else could possibly have anywhere to go either.
�You just move here?�
�Moved back.� Alex said with a shrug. �From �Frisco.�
Oz smiled wryly. �I didn�t know people moved back to Sunnydale unless on threat of death. It�s a�one Starbucks type of town, you know?�
Alex stared. �Only one Starbucks? Are you kidding me? You have to be kidding; where�m I going to get my daily caffeine fix? I can�t function without it�not that I function with it, but you know, the principal of the matter. It�s just not right.� The redhead chuckled. �So this is really a sleepy All-American town?�
Oz snorted darkly. �Not exactly. Things have been known to get�hairy after dark.�
�Nightlife. That�s encouraging.� Alex said, trying to ignore the cryptic comment. He had the strange sinking feeling that he really didn�t want to know what he was talking about.
�Eh. There�s The Bronze. Club where anyone under 21 tends to go if they want to seem �badass�. My band plays there sometimes.�
�Band. Cool.�
Oz shrugged at that before stopping outside of a classroom and, after checking Alex�s schedule one last time pushing the door open. Alex followed, trying to remember what this was. Art? European History? Geometry?
�My god, Mr. Osborne!� A sort man with hair on either side of his head, but not in the middle, said with sarcasm dripping from his voice. �You�ve decided to attend. Did smoking behind the school get boring?�
The class snickered but the redhead just blinked placidly. �New boy.�
The teacher looked over at Alex, mouth twisting into a very unattractive scowl. �Just what I need, more sloppy slackers with no hope of ever achieving anything. You�re one of the Harris boys, yes?�
�Uh. Yes?�
The man sneered. �I�m sorry, was the question too confusing for you? Which one are you; I�ll have you both this year. I can hardly contain my joy.�
�Alex. The older one.�
�Right. I should have figured; you don�t look quite bright enough to pursue Geometry in your freshman year. Take one of the seats in the back�I don�t suppose Flutie was kind enough to supply you with a book?� At Alex�s headshake he sneered again. �Of course not. Useless man�Ms. Chase if you would be so kind as to share with the girl next to you and allow Mr. Harris and Osborne to borrow your book.�
�My pleasure Mr. Snyder.� Alex looked to see a brunette girl looking up from her vigorous nail filing. She eyed Alex distastefully for a moment then held up her book. �After all, it�s my duty to make sure new students feel welcome.�
�Indeed.� Snyder said. �Take Ms. Chase�s book, be sure to return it, and go to the library on your free period, if that�s not too much trouble for you.�
Alex nodded and headed towards the girl. She was attractive, with dark brown eyes to match her seemingly perfectly in place hair. Her shirt, a dark blue, was low cut and her shirt was high, showing shapely legs, and Alex couldn�t help but feel he�d stumbled across the prettiest/most popular girl already. The one girl that poor slack jawed idiots like him lusted over but never had a chance with in public, because they were the sort who were pale in the summer, thought �highlights� referred to the magazine in the doctors office, and were virgins until college.
�Stare much?� She asked, a faintly amused expression on her face. Alex blinked, realizing he�d been doing just that, and took the book before trying to scurry to the back to wallow in shame in peace. �Weren�t you wearing that yesterday Osborne?�
The redhead paused, as if thinking about it. �Probably.�
Her nose wrinkled. �Do you even shower stoner-boy?�
Another shrug. �Every few days.�
�Gross.� She said while turning her attention to the blond next to her, who was giggling behind her hand. �They should have health codes against people like you.�
�Sit down today Mr. Osborne!� Mr. Snyder snapped from the front.
Oz rolled his eyes then walked back and took the seat next to Alex. He pointed towards the brunette. �Queen C and her satellites; stereotypical cheerleaders. Its best to avoid them to avoid public humiliation.�
�Got�cha.�
Stay away from the nasty cheerleaders. He sincerely doubt he�d have a problem with that, since they�d probably had no interest in being around him anyway. The many wonders of being dorky and lower-middle class.
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Mechante: Ahh�what am I going to do to Sage. That is the question. And, on that note, you�re very right about what he is. I tried to make it obvious, as there is a time for cryptic jerking around and a time to be plain about what you�re doing. As for Xan�s parents�as you may have noticed, he didn�t wish for anything concerning them and, even more than that, wishes are very tricky things� For example when He wished for Spike to not have had to die I�m sure he didn�t intend for him to end up human or related to Faith, you know? I went for Street Wise Gunn, as I think he�d go well with Faith. Jaded Super Lawyer seems to fit better with Jaded Whack Job Wesley, where as the Gunn in between those phases went very nicely with Fred�
Remity: It could go a lot of ways�it probably will go a lot of ways. This is one of those stories with no real definable ending point�
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