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AN: Bah! I'm a terrible person. I haven't updated this story in months! I feel horrible, but my life got the better of me. and between school and work, all I've really wanted to do pretty much is party, and try and get a little bit of a grip on my anxiety, and given the nature of this fic, I feel like an idiot trying to write it... But, I have a chapter for you.
I got so many fabulour reviews, I just couldn't resist.
Warnings: Uh.. Language. Mildly comprimising situations. Mentions of child abuse.
Unedited, again, because I don't actually have a beta, but I did what I could, and I'll go over it again, especially if someone points out my errors..
Without further ado...
Chapter Three:
“Rise and shine sleepy head. Time for breakfast!”
Xander blinked slowly. The lights had turned on in the room, and a woman was standing over him, with a tray. “Wha-huh?”
The nurse laughed quietly. “Oh, the first morning is always the hardest. C’mon dear. Morning meds, then off to eat.”
Xander still wasn’t quite awake. No one had said anything about not taking morning meds, and he didn’t think he was going to get out of this. He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to manage to not take the medication.
So, Xander took the pills, and the glance of water offered with them, and swallowed them really without thinking.
“Open,” Xander did without much thought. “That’s a dear. Now, up you go! Breakfast and showers before group therapy. You wouldn’t want to be late.”’
Xander wasn’t so sure about that. He’d never been especially fond of being on time, and it had worked out alright for him in the past.
But the nurse was standing alongside his bed, and he could only assume she wasn’t going to leave until he was on his feet. So, Xander resisted the urge to tell her exactly how much he was enjoying his stay, and rolled his body upright, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
That seemed to satisfy the woman, and the bustled out of his room, apparently to rudely drag other patients from slumber. She did, though, leave his door wide open, and an orderly was pacing the hall. Xander groaned and hauled himself out of bed. He could only assume that since showers were after breakfast, the clothing he’d worn to bed was acceptable for the meal.
He ended up behind Spike in the slow moving line for food. It yet again reminded him of a cafeteria, students milling aimlessly around, waiting on shitty food.
Xander watched the blonde somewhat nervously. Drusilla had been rather upset the night before, and while no one had said anything, he could help but feel like he’d said the wrong thing.
“Hey, I’m really sorry if I said something to upset Dru yesterday. I didn’t mean to,” And, he really didn’t want to lose the only friends he’d made yet in this place. Hell, some of the only friends he’d ever really made.
Spike glanced back at him with a rather unreadable expression, making Xander shift from foot to foot. Finally Spike’s expression changed to a smirk. “Don’t worry too much about it, mate. If you’d upset Dru intentionally, I wouldn’t have waited until today to do something about it. Those medications knock you out, and while you took ‘em, I didn’t,” Spike shrugged. “It takes a lot to really upset Dru. Angelus did enough of that on his own.”
Xander blinked, giving Spike a long look, before nodding slowly. “Yeah, well, I’m still sorry,” he muttered slowly, watching Spike carefully, ducking his head to hide behind his hair. He blinked slowly, not quite looking up. “About the meds, what’s the difference between the morning medication, and the night meds?”
Spike glanced back at Xander curiously. “Your counselor didn’t explain it to you?”
“Uh, no. I didn’t really think to ask at all either, because I didn’t really know. I kind of went off on a tangent, and I think I distracted Mr. Giles. Least, that’s what I think his name was.”
“Ol’ Rupert. Good man, good psychiatrist. But he does get distracted if he worries,” Spike gave Xander a long look. “Anyways, morning medication is to help treat whatever you’re in here for. For suicide cases, it’s generally anti-anxiety drugs, and anti-depressants. Things to keep you stable, you know?”
“Sure. Not sure how they can medicate someone without an exact diagnosis, but sure. I’m sure it doesn’t make a difference.”
Spike laughed, shaking his head. “You don’t know the half of it, pet. There’re some… Shady characters here. But! This isn’t the place to talk about it! Grab some food. The brekkie isn’t quite as bad at the rest of the crap they try n force upon us. You look like you could put some meat on your bones.”
“Yeah, well, my dad didn’t approve of over eating in our house.”
Spike gave Xander another curious look, before he shrugged. “So, pet, you know how to tongue those pills, or are we going to have to show you?”
………………………….
Xander sat nervously in group therapy. He wasn’t comfortable. The only people he knew in the group were Spike, Dru, and Oz, and the mediator had directed him to a chair on the opposite side of the circle from the three.
Tara, the mediator, had assured him that for the first group session, he would really just have to listen in, and get a feel for what the group meeting was like. Only share what he felt comfortable sharing. She had explained that the bigger group was a general session was really just to get things out, and working through issues, no matter what the people around them say. Comments would be moderated, but it was rather free.
Judging by the group, it was mostly a test of how much it took to really offend him. Xander was fairly certain he wouldn’t be saying much. It was just a hunch, but the brunette slouched in her chair, laughing loudly at something Xander hadn’t heard, she just didn’t seem like the nicest of the bunch.
Tara cleared her throat quietly, but the whole room silenced. The blonde woman smiled mildly as she looked over the group. “Welcome to group for the day. Now, I expect everyone to be respectful. Be nice. Or the punishment will be solitary confinement for the next three days. Depending on why you’re here, you will also be sedated,” Tara’s voice was calm, quiet, but the threat was obvious; Tara was a no nonsense type of woman. Her group was to be run as she saw fit. Her way or the highway.
Tara nodded at the groups’ muddled mutters. “Alright, good,” she murmured, the threat in her voice gone as she smiled. “I’d like to start sharing now. Feelings today. Immediate feelings when it comes to you. Don’t think about it, just say what comes to mind.”
“Bored as fuck,” Faith started immediately, earning a few laughs from the people who risked sitting around her.
Tara frowned mildly. “Well, thank you for starting us off, Faith. I do request somewhat more civil responses from the rest of you.”
Xander listened quietly as the group went around. When it came to him he’d been so focused on other people that the word ‘lost’ slipped from him before he could really stop it. When the circle got back to Faith, she snorted.
“Oh god, this is a depressing fucking group. A junkie feels itchy, the schizophrenic is paranoid, and a suicide case feels lost. Boo-fucking-hoo,” She leaned towards Xander, and the brunette leaned back in his seat. “Try slitting your wrists, huh? You know, next time, try pills. It’s neater. Or hey, try a gun. Far more effective.”
Tara took a deep breath, but Spike beat her to the punch. “Fuck off, Faith. Not all of us can be completely off our fucking rockers.”
“Yeah, not everyone considers every possible way to hurt themselves or others on a daily basis,” Oz added.
Faith sneered. “Oh really now? And what wouldn’t you do for a fix right now, Mr. Osborne? You’re in here because you have a serious problem. And you, Spike, would do absolutely anything to protect that bat shit sister of yours,” Faith’s voice rose until she was almost yelling.
Spike stood with a snarl. “Bet your arse, you dozy cow! Including putting you in your place. Uppity bint like yourself, I wouldn’t feel guilty for knocking you out.”
“Oh, William,” she smirked, exaggerating the name. “That’s so damn sweet. Found yourself a new boy? Gonna make this one fall for you too, before pushing him away as hard as you can? Push him over the edge all over again, Just like pretty little Lindsay?”
“Watch yourself, bitch. I’ll be pushing you off the roof,” Spike snarled, letting Faith get up in his face.
“Faith, Spike! Sit! Now, or I’ll call security! I mean it,” Tara had to shout to be heard over the two yelling.
Faith smirked as Spike took a step back from her. “Not scared of you, you psychotic whore. Not worth solitary to knock you out,” he snarled, backing into his seat.
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly…” Faith stared, dark eyes rolling, before a body crashed into hers. Drusilla had leapt from her seat as soon as Spike was out of the way, and sent Faith crashing to the ground. Dru followed, clawing at the taller girl.
A scream from a few places around the circle, and a yell from someone of “CHICK FIGHT!” and “CAT FIGHT!”, and suddenly everyone was on their feet, a circle around the fighting girls.
Xander cowered back, trying to back away from the crowd. He really wasn’t comfortable with the fight, and what Faith had said. Spike, William’s boy? What the hell did that mean? Not that Xander would mind being Spike’s, mind, especially if he swung that way, but… well it would probably include talking to Spike, and Xander just couldn’t see himself actually doing that. Especially the way Faith had talked about.. Lindsay? Maybe. Xander couldn’t quite remember, but it hadn’t sounded good, and Spike had gotten defensive.
The brunette was shocked from his thoughts as a hand gripped his elbow. Spike’s bright blue eyes met his with a slight grin. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist over those two. This is by no means the first time they’ve fought. Faith may have some fighting skills, but Dru tends to go after a person a bit like a bulldog,” A screamed curse could be heard over the crowd. “Especially if she bites. Faith has a few scars from that, and probably a new one now. C’mon, group’s over until they can actually stop those two. We can’t go far, but we can escape the fray,”
Spike’s hand slipped easily down Xander’s arm and his fingers locked lightly around Xander’s wrist, but the brunette knew he had absolutely no chance of pulling away from the other boy. Not that he exactly wanted to. Again, he wouldn’t mind being Spike’s boy. The bleached blonde definitely drew Xander’s attention. “Uh, Spike? Where are we going?”
“Just out into the hallway, pet. Don’t worry. ‘M not going to drag you off n’ steal your innocence while no one’s lookin’.” Spike’s grin made Xander’s breath catch a little bit, and he stumbled. Though, if anyone asked, it would be the intense crowd of people trying to shove through the door Spike wanted to shove out of. Spike’s steadying arm around his waist almost caused another stumble, but Xander managed to stay on his feet this time, as Spike maneuvered them into the surprisingly clear hallway. “Some people. Only way to get their rocks off is watching two girls rippin’ each others’ clothes off,” Spike muttered, stopping a few feet down the hallway.
He didn’t release Xander’s wrist. Xander noticed.
“What, you don’t… Get your rocks off watching two girls rip the clothes off one another while rolling around on the floor?”
Spike snorted. “No, trust me, pet, good girl-on-girl action makes me very, very happy, if you know what I mean,” He smirked, and Xander felt butterflies. “But one, Dru’s my sister, and incest was more of ‘daddy’s’ thing than mine. Two, I’d rather strangle Faith than fuck her, no matter how hot she is. And three, pretty brunette boys just do so much more for me. ‘Specially ones with big, submissive, puppy eyes that just beg you to take them,” Xander gulped, probably loud enough to be heard, considering Spike’s low laugh. The blonde used his grip on Xander’s arm to steer him gently back, until he met wall. Spike leaned in slowly, his fingers dancing up Xander’s arm as he grinned. “Sound like anyone you might know, whelp?”
Xander blinked, trying to look like he wasn’t trying to sink further into the wall, while in reality, he was. No one got this close to him without wanting to hurt him. No one since Jesse, and that had been so long…
But, Spike was also pulling emotions from Xander, physical feelings too, that he hadn’t had since Jesse. Part of him didn’t want to sink though the wall. It welcomed Spike’s heat as the other boy leaned into him. Welcomed the comfort of another human body. And, that part was kind of winning.

So, Xander could be a little daring. It had been all but beat out of him, but Xander could speak up.
“Dunno,” he said slowly, forcing himself calm, his breathing steady. “I’ve always been a fan whoever would take me. If said person is blonde, and dominant, who am I to argue?”
Spike’s eyes were searching, looking for answers when Xander wasn’t willing to approach the questions. Finally the shorter boy settled for a grin.
“You’re a special one, aren’t you pet? Gunna have fun tryin’ to figure you out,” Spike took another step closer to Xander, their chests nearly touching. Xander’s breath caught, because their chest weren’t the only things nearly touching. Spike chuckled darkly, his chest brushing Xander’s with each inhale. “Like you, mate. Definitely getting to know you better,” He leaned in a little closer to the brunette, their lips brushing lightly, before pulling away as the hall away crowded again.
Three orderlies were dragging Faith, with a little trouble, out of the room. The girl was cursing and fighting every step of the way, screaming and probably causing a few injuries. From what Xander overheard, she’d already been administered a sedative. It just hadn’t kicked in yet.
Dru was lead from the room in a more docile style, a strange smile on her lips. She paused as she passed Xander and Spike. “Don’t worry about that mean girl, kitten. She doesn’t know my Spike, and she doesn’t know what you’ll mean to him,” Her smile brightened before a tug on her arm encouraged her to continue down the hall. It left Xander blushing, his head ducked, while Spike stared after his sister.
They were both forced to move as Oz wandered out of the group therapy room. “Hey, Tara wants us back if we think we can behave ourselves this time. And if we haven’t traumatized the new kid too badly.”
Spike snorted. “I behaved. It was bloody Faith who couldn’t keep her bloody mouth shut. Stupid cow,” Spike muttered under his breath, shaking his head, before glancing at Xander. “Didn’t traumatize you too badly, did we pet? Promise we won’t do it again, luv.”
“Uh, no. I’m okay,” Xander said slowly, blinking as he followed Spike and Oz back to the reassembled circle of chairs. This time Tara let Spike and Oz settle him between them.

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Xander was trying to follow Spike as the blonde explained the apparent complex art of poker. Xander just didn’t get it, but Spike was determined, and a determined Spike was a dangerous Spike, because he showed no signs of stopping until Xander could beat him at a game of poker.
As if.
The whole room seemed to jump and go silent as the door slammed open. A tall man, built a little bit like a mountain, exuding self confidence. A tiny blonde woman, with her nose seemingly permanently up turned, clung to his arm.
Xander felt Spike tense beside him, before the blonde stood. “What the hell’re you doin’ here, Angelus? Thought you said we were safe,” he said darkly, his gaze flicking to Willow as she jogged to keep up with Angelus.
The red head frowned at Spike, before turning to look at the older man. “Mister Barlow, you cannot be here. I know you’ve charmed most of the nurses, and you’ve intimidated the orderlies, but I will not be charmed or intimidated, and I will call the cops.”
The blonde sneered at the taller woman. “Angelus has every right to be here. William and Drusilla are his children, are they not?”
“Darla has a point, Ms. Rosenburg. You’re denying me the ability to visit my children? At the very least my son, since Drusilla seems to have gotten herself locked away again,” He said, the hint of an Irish accent in his voice as it thundered through the room.
“Actually, Mister Barlow, you don’t have any right to be here,” A voice came from the doorway. Rupert Giles stepped carefully around Angelus and Darla, giving the couple a mildly distasteful look. “Drusilla is a ward of the state, and we deemed you unsuitable as a parent, and Spike has been emancipated since he was sixteen if our records are correct,” he held up a hand as the dark man made to speak. “Our records are correct. You have no ability to convince me otherwise. We state that you cannot have contact with Drusilla, and Spike wishes to have no contact with you. Unless you wish for a state issued restraining order for the hospital, you will leave. Now.”
And Angelus... Laughed. It made Xander jump a bit, and Spike stiffen beside him. “You deemed that were unsuitable parents to Drusilla? The same judge that granted that, also granted Spike’s emancipation order, isn’t it? How much did you pay him? Oh,” he said calmly, turning to look at Spike over Giles’ shoulder. “Or did my precious William get down on his knees for him? Bend over and let him fuck him? Because Will is just oh so good at that.”
“Just because you made me that way, you fuck. Earned a nice bit of dosh, sellin’ me to your friends, didn’t’ you?”
“Spike, please. You are welcome to leave the room. Take Xander and Oz with you,” Willow said gently. “I’ll come speak to you later? Before dinner?”
The blonde nodded, glaring at Angelus the whole time. “Cmon. We can see if Xander here is any better at pool than he is at poker. Devon would be there too, right?”
Oz nodded slowly, gently nudging Xander out of his seat too. The young brunette seemed a little frozen, staring at the mountain of a man, who had switched his gaze from Spike to Xander. And, it was a very not so nice stare. Xander hunched his shoulders, letting Spike and Oz lead him from the room.
“I’ll be seeing you, William, just wait and see. Maybe your little friend can come and play too,” The words drifted out after them, before the door shut.
Spike snarled. “Over my dead body. Gonna find a way to get that bastard thrown in prison for the rest of his life,” Oz lay a quiet hand on Spike’s arm, and the blonde really seemed to relax. He shook himself physically before glancing at Xander. “Well, that was my old man. How’d you like ‘im?”
Xander blinked. That was Spike and Drusilla’s father? The infamous ‘Daddy’? Xander blinked again. “I think your old man, and my old man, should get together sometime and go bowling,” he said, seriously, and completely straight faced.
Oz and Spike stared at the taller boy for a moment, before both burst out laughing, and Xander finally cracked a smile. Spike slung an arm over Xander’s shoulders, heading towards the game room. “Can’t quite see you as John Bender, pet.”
“I’m impressed you’ve seen ‘The Breakfast Club’. Most kids don’t take the time to watch it. Let alone quote it properly,” Oz murmured.
Xander laughed, shaking his head, watching Spike under his lashes as the blonde racked the pool table. “Yeah, well, telling a teacher to eat your shorts really will earn your nine hour Saturday detention. Surprising as it may be, Saturday school is slightly more bearable than a regular day of school,” He rolled his eyes. “It’s one of the few reasons I’m actually passing any of my classes except for shop.”
Spike paused as he handed Xander a pool cue. Oz had wandered off to coerce Devon into playing with them. “Like shop then? Good with your hands? Like that in person,” Spike smirked suggestively at Xander, before stepping towards the pool table. “You ever played before, pet?”
“Uh, no. I’ve watched people play, at the Bronze and stuff, but Jesse was always more into pool than me.”
Spike almost questioned who Jesse was, but he caught the sad expression on Xander’s face, and stopped himself. That was something he’d have to wait for Xander to talk about on his own. So he just nodded. “That just means I get to teach you,” he leered at Xander, making the younger boy blush. “Like the idea of teachin’ you things, luv. C’mere, before the stoners can decide on anything. Teach you how to shoot.”
Xander put up no fight a Spike gripped his wrist, pulling him to the pool table. How could he? Spike really hadn’t asked him. He’d been moving Xander before the words were even out of his mouth. Spike was actually a really good teacher. Even through the cloud of distraction that came from Spike being pressed against his back as he showed him how to hold his pool stick, or how to hit the cue ball at a certain angle to get a specific type of shot, Xander was learning. And not just how much he liked the feeling of Spike pressed up against his back.
“Are you two going to run off and have sex somewhere, or are we going to play pool? Because Oz and I want to play pool,” Devon said slowly, making Xander jump, and Spike… Growl? Was that a growl? Because Xander definitely heard a growl.
Before Xander could be sure, Spike had straightened, pulling Xander with him. “Just making sure it’s a fair game. Not everyone here has spent hours practicing pool. Whelp’s with me.”
“We wouldn’t dream of having it any other way. Oz and I are a dream team, anyways.”
“This isn’t beer pong Devon. You’ve yet to beat me, no matter who you’re playing with,” Spike taunted. It didn’t stop throughout the game. Xander did better than he thought he would, and it was fun. Xander hadn’t really had a lot of fun in a long time. Before long, they were instructed to head to their rooms for evening meds.
Spike pulled Xander close before they left the room, whispering in his ear. “Remember, luv. No meds tonight, hm? I’ll see you at dinner.”
Xander nodded blankly, watching Spike saunter down the hall to meet Willow before dinner, before heading back to his own room. Now to see if he could actually pass off hiding the pills between his teeth and cheek.

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Spike paced Willow’s office, his fingers flicking restlessly, like he was wishing for a cigarette. Willow knew Spike was supposed to have kicked smoking when he was admitted. She also knew patients found ways around the rules, but Spike had never been caught, so she couldn’t say anything about it. She did have to interrupt Spike’s tirade about Angelus being in the building.
“Spike. Spike! We got him out as quickly as possible. Rupert is working on a restraining order, but we have no physical proof that he’s dangerous, so it’s been hard. We are trying.”
“I know you are, Willow. I know you wouldn’t let him get to me, or Dru again. Or anyone else, because he has a skill for finding people who are already nearly broken and just breaking them down more,” Spike sighed, running frustrated fingers through his hair. “But, what if Drusilla had been there? A few words, and he could have seriously set her back in her recovery. She’s having so many good days. She might not ever be back to how she was before Angelus got to her, and really started to hurt her, but maybe just back to the point when we were kids. Dru was never quite normal, but she wasn’t always this bad. She was <i>there</i> most of the time,” Spike sighed, dropping into a chair, looking at Willow miserably. “She’s my sister, doc. I just want her better. I forget that she’s older than me most days, with the dollies and whatnot,” Spike murmured, his cockney accent disappearing a bit as he talked about Drusilla.
Willow sighed softly, giving Spike a small smile. “I know, Spike. It must be hard. But, I actually wanted to talk to you, about Drusilla. Being as she is eighteen now, and a ward of the state.”
“What’re you getting at, Willow? Something new we can do for her? A new schizophrenia treatment? Something for the delusions and hallucinations?”
“Ah, sort of. You see, we’ve been talking to doctors in New York, and they’re working on experimental treatments for trauma patients, with PTSD, leading to some of the disorders and symptoms Drusilla has exhibited,” Willow said slowly.
Spike nodded just as slowly. “Alright. So, what? Is money an issue, because I’ll find a way to pay. Dru’s trust fund from our mum kicks in when she turns twenty-one, mine too. Darla and Angelus can’t touch them, mum made sure of that.”
“That’s not the issue, William,” Willow assured him quickly. “Like I said, it’s experimental, so money isn’t the issue. It’s just… We don’t have a doctor here with the skills to carry out the treatment.”
Willow had called him William. She only did that when she wanted him calm, or was trying to break something to him softly. Or, if he was right, in this case, both. “I don’t like what I think you’re getting at, doc. You said this treatment facility was in New York. We don’t have nobody here that can do this treatment? You tryin’ to tell me you’re sendin’ Dru away?”
“She’d be safe, Spike. Dru is eighteen, and like I said, a ward of the state. We wouldn’t tell your father.”
“He’s a sperm donor, not my father. My mother died because she wanted to protect me n’ Dru,” Spike muttered. Willow sighed. The blonde boy was definitely looking like he could use a cigarette.
“I realize, Spike. I apologize. But, it’s true. Dru would be safe from Angelus. He records would be sealed, and we would have no reason to inform him she was being moved. And, we could put a track on her records, so we would know if anyone accessed them. And, we could keep working on getting a restraining order for you. It’s temporary, until you’re released. But, it is a solution.”
Spike sighed. “Yeah. Especially if they can help Dru,” He took a breath, his voice steadier than it had been the moment before. “How long before she’d leave?”

“Less than a week. Buffy was to be transferred no matter what,” Willow raised a hand as Spike when to speak. “I know how you feel about Buffy, but the treatment could help her too, and Buffy’s mother and father fully support the transfer. I’d like to transfer Dru, but I wanted your input.”
“I don’t want to say yes, Willow, because I don’t want to lose her. She’s my sister.”
“I understand, William. We’ll keep you updated on her progress, and keep you in contact as much as we can. I know this can’t be easy, but it is for the best.”

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Xander was almost surprised at how easily he’d managed to avoid taking the pills. Part of him wanted to ask the nurse how she missed it, but he refrained, instead heading off to dinner.
Which was uneventful. More dog food, light small talk, the general air of oppression. But, Spike was distracted. Yes, he greeted Xander with a grin, and a raised eyebrow, and a wider grin with Xander conveyed his success.
But, the blonde boy was definitely distracted. The lack of Dru’s presence at the table didn’t seem to help at all.
Xander couldn’t help but wonder what Willow and Spike had spoken about that had upset him that badly…
Then Xander had to wonder if Spike was really upset, or if he was reading too deeply into the situation, and the stress of Angelus and Darla showing up, and Drusilla being in solitary was just catching up to him. Willow had probably wanted to talk about that, and Xander knew he personally had made his father a bit of a taboo subject in the meeting he’d had with Mr. Giles that afternoon.
Xander shuddered. If Tony Harris showed up, it would be in a drunken rage, about his good for nothing offspring wasting money and disgracing his name. And, he wouldn’t be stopped by threats of police or restraining orders. He wouldn’t be stopped by restraining orders. As amusing as it would be for Xander to watch his father get taken out by hospital personal, it wasn’t worth it.
He was shocked out of his musings as Dawn’s bony elbow met his side. “You ready for tonight?”
“I hope so, though I don’t know what to expect,” He said slowly.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “The Secret Life of the Disturbed Teenager,” She whispered seriously.
Spike shook his head. “Just, be ready. Round twelve thirty, there’s shift change. Someone’ll knock on your door ‘bout fifteen minutes after that, and open it. You’ll know it’s not an orderly, because they don’t knock.”
“And, they don’t do bed checks?”
“They’ll do ‘em beforehand. We just gotta be back by three thirty, because that’s the next bed check. Nobody but Walsh’s team tries to catch us by changing up times, but they aren’t on tonight, so we’ll be fine.”
Xander nodded slowly, not really understanding the system, but trusting the rest of them enough to not really question it.
So, after lights out, as he was laying aimlessly in his bed, too keyed up to sleep, he wasn’t too jumpy as someone knocked on his door. He still jumped, but he was calm enough by the door the door opened quietly.
Spike was grinning at him through the crack.
“Ready to see how life ‘ere is actually bearable, pet?”
Xander nodded slowly, rolling out of bed, and following Spike into the hallway.
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Child abuse is never the child's fault. If you, or someone you know is in trouble, get help!
And, if you feel like suicide is your only option, it's not. Talk to someone. Someone, somewhere, will be willing to listen. Everyone is important. Don't let yourself think otherwise.
I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter. I hope the next one is out soon. I posted a little Spander one-shot called 'I Will Follow You Into The Dark'. It's unedited, and in my opinion not very good, but it filled time between updates. I'm working on a Xander/Oz one-shot looking to be called 'Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf'. We'll see when I get that out.
Review, if you feel so inclinded. It's lovely for me.
Until Next time,
Alena
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