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AN: I'm a mean, horrible, terrible person who doesn't update nearly as often as she should, and I apologize deeply. Real life has caught up with me, between school and work, and I got really sick, and then I got injured really badly, and my living situation has so much to be longed for. Life has just been a tornado of unease. But! I did update, so here you go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Don't sue me.
Warnings: Talks of abuse, drug use, language, boys kissing

Chapter four:
Xander sat on the floor in the basement of the building, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around his legs as his chin rested on his knees. He’d followed Spike through the halls, crouching to run around corners, slipping down staircases, until Spike had deemed it safe for them to relax, continuing along corridors, meeting Oz and Devon along the way, until they rested the basement room.
The room was lit with candles, Dawn in a corner with a sketch pad. Spike had grinned at him. “Gotta grab some stuff, pet. Get comfy. Welcome to our sanity.”
So, Xander had found himself his spot against the wall, watching as Oz, Devon, and Spike disappeared across the basement, shifting through boxes and apparently found what they were looking for.
Dawn’s voice made him jump. “They’re looking for food, weed, and cigarettes. We have beer down here sometimes, but it’s harder to get.”
Xander blinked, before nodding slowly. “Our own personal little clubhouse. We should have a password to get in.”
“Oh, we do,” Dawn murmured, grinning at him. “It’s Spike, or Oz, or Devon, or me inviting you down here. Not many people make it. We’re really the only ones that last. Tells you something about our little group, huh?”
“Consistency is always a good quality to have. It’s nice to know who you’ll be sneaking out with on a nightly basis.”
Dawn shook her head. “Not nightly. If Nurse Walsh and her team are on floor, we don’t. They… Check up on us during the night.”
Xander frowned at the pause. The warnings about the medication, and a very specific group that seemed to put everyone on edge. “Nurse Walsh?”
“Yeah, she was here your first day, though you probably didn’t see her. Head nurse generally does morning medication. Riley, Forest, Miller are all orderlies on her crew. They’re…” Dawn paused, her gaze flicking to Xander, before ducking her head.
Spike interrupted before Dawn could speak. “They abuse their power, and abuse us, you’re just pretty enough for Miller to take too much of a liking to.”
Xander blinked. “Take a liking to… You mean…?”
“Yeah, like that. We should really be too drugged to know, and while doctors like Willow, Tara, and Giles want to believe us, the orderlies manage not to get caught. Walsh is in deep with the big bastards on top. She gets away with prescribing… Treatments that are more like mad science experiments, so it wouldn’t surprise me if her orderlies got away with everything too.”
Xander shuddered, his mind flashing back to the basement with no one around to hear…
He blinked when he realized Devon was talking. “you’d like to think being unconscious would help, but then you just wake up feeling dirty, and sore, and being awake is just…”
“Less traumatizing,” Oz muttered, from where he’d settled cross legged on the floor, a makeshift table in front of him, white powder slowly forming straight lines. Xander blinked as Spike settled on the floor next to him.
“It’s a nasty experience, the first time, no matter if you know it’s coming or not. At the very least, you can find that headspace that keeps you from letting them break you,” Xander tipped his head to the side to stare at Spike curiously. Spike grinned, tapping Xander’s temple. “In here, you’re safe. Find a place where nothing can hurt you.”
“Can you really do that? Find a place where… No one can hurt you?”
Spike gave Xander a long look. “Somebody hurt you, didn’t they pet,” he asked quietly, before nudging him with his shoulder. “It’s possible. The drugs that don’t knock you out help numb you to it a little bit. You ever,” He asked, nodding at the lines of coke as Oz and Devon rolled dollar bills. Xander was almost more curious as to where they got the cash than where they got the drugs.
He shook his head. “My friend Jesse and I smoked weed but never anything stronger.”
Devon laughed, shaking his head. “Probably a good thing. There’s a reason Oz and I are stuck in here,” He paused, leaning over the table to snort a long line of the drugs, shaking his head as he snorted. “But, a few things don’t show up on drug test, because they look like a lot of the same drugs they’re feeding us. Or something like that, because they haven’t busted me yet,” He said with a shrug, leaning back and accepting a joint from Oz, who traded places, leaning over the table with his own rolled bill.
“It feels good. And, it’ll help you relax a little. Maybe we can help you find that headspace,” Spike’s blue eyes stared at Xander. There was no pressure, just a genuine offer.
The younger teen glanced at Dawn, who was making a face as she pulled away from the make shift table, then back at Spike, giving a slight nod. “Why not?”
“S’the idea, pet. You don’t like it, never do it again,” Spike grinned mildly, leaning his shoulder into Xander, and kissing his chastely, leaving the younger teen staring as Spike pulled him across the short distance to the remaining lines set up on the table. Spike accepted the rolled dollar from Dawn, and Xander watch curiously as Spike snorted the line.
Did he really want to do this? Gay sex, drinking, smoking, suicide, Xander had ventured down all those roads, but cocaine was step he’d never really had the opportunity to take. Never had the distinct urge. Now, it just seemed pointless not to. He’d already hit rock bottom.
Sure, why the hell not hadn’t always lead to some of Xander’s best plans, but some things were better left not thought about.
……………………………….

Xander was high. Very, very high. Obviously so, Spike thought, as he watched the boy leaning against the wall, head tipped back, swaying mildly to some music that no one else could hear.
It was cute, actually. Spike couldn’t help the thought. Xander was just a cute kid.
And, he’d responded so well to Spike’s casual touches and the quick kisses. Spike couldn’t help but grin. He was high, and happy, and young Xander had so, so much potential. Lindsay had been fun for a while, but cowboy was off his rocker, completely obsessed with some idea of immorality. Last Spike had heard, after Lindsay had escaped, he’d overdosed, and died in the hospital, claiming the drug he’d been given was derived from the fountain of youth.
Spike missed Lindsay, but the kid was well and truly off his rocker. Xander, while depressed, just seemed more… Stable. Pretty, and calm, and willing, and not obsessed with eternal life. And he fit in like Lindsay never had. The young Texan had rubbed everyone the wrong way.
Spike shifted a bit, so he was close enough to lean into Xander’s shoulder. The brunette blinked at Spike curiously, as his space was invaded and his drug addled mind couldn’t comprehend the disruption. Then he grinned at Spike, leaning back into him. “Hey Spiky,” his words were a little slurred, his eyes glassy, pupils blown, but there was definitely a spark there. A spark that Spike liked to see. Enough that even Xander calling him Spiky didn’t bother him. Then again, Xander probably could have gotten away with calling him anything.
“Hey Xan. You doing okay?”
Xander’s laugh was a little hysterical, but not frantic. “Okay? I am awesome. More than awesome, I’m phenomenal. I haven’t been this relaxed and happy since… Well, before Jesse died. Definitely not since before Jesse died,” Xander’s voice was quiet, and his mood dropped. It wasn’t depressed or angry, just resigned, tired, and a little nostalgic.
Spike nudged Xander with his shoulder again, a little harder this time, his hand sliding over Xander’s leg to squeeze supportively before he asked the question he was almost dreading. But he wanted to know who this boy was that could put that look on Xander’s face. And, he was too high to keep himself from asking. “Who’s Jesse?”
Xander’s expression barely changed, but his eyes got dark, and a little watery with tears. But his voice was steady as he spoke. “Jesse was my best friend. In the whole wide world. My first friend. We met in kindergarten, and we were inseparable. His parents treated me like a son. He was practically my brother for a long time. Except, we had some… Not so brotherly feelings for each other. And, that was great, because I really did love him. So much, more than I thought I could love another person. And then my dad caught us screwing around in the basement. We were thirteen.
“Now, my dad has always taken the greatest pleasure in beating the hell out of me. I wasn’t the son he wanted, he was a drunken bastard. We had a system. But, he’d never beat me so bad as when he found me with Jesse. He, literally, threw Jesse out, then proceeded to show me how unacceptable it was to be gay. And he… Informed me of what two men do together. With a pool cue, and a golf club, that I don’t even know why he had because my father did not golf, and pretty much whatever else he could find in the basement. I mean, I knew better, because Jesse and I had done our research, and while we’d never actually had sex, we knew what a prostate was, and we’d… Experimented, and Jesse would never have hurt me like my dad did. Because, despite being terrified of my father, Jesse came back for me. A thirteen-year-old kid couldn’t stand up to Tony Harris, and I couldn’t expect him to, but I didn’t expect Jesse to come back either. And, that probably pissed my dad off more than anything, because he had left me there to bleed out, and hopefully die, and he could blame it on something other than him. But that’s not what happened. Jesse came back and took me to a free clinic, and we lied as best we could and said I’d been raped, and we didn’t know who, and let them run the rape kit. Let them patch me up,” Xander sighed, trailing off slowly, leaning heavily into Spike’s shoulder.
Spike blinked, trying hard not to shake. Yes, he’d put up with rape and abuse from Angelus, being sold to his father’s friends, but it was all fairly straight forward sick enjoyment. Angelus had… Loved Spike and Dru, in his own sick way. Spike shifted to get his arm around Xander, pulling the boy into him. “You don’t have to tell me this, Xan. It’s not easy to remember,” Spike said slowly. He didn’t want to put Xander through this. He’d had no idea when he’d asked who Jesse was, that this would be the answer.
And, while Spike may be high, he was not completely insensitive. Maybe even more so because he was high.
Xander shook his head, burying himself into Spike’s side. “No. You asked. And, that’s most of the worst of it,” Xander’s words were slurring, and his eye lids drooping, but he kept talking. “I stayed out of my house as long as I could. When I did go home, my dad either ignored me, or hit me, but it was never that bad again. Little did I know. My dad and my uncle Rory, and a couple of their friends, all dumb, homophobic, red neck drunks, they got talking. About Tony’s faggot son, and the little bitch that made him a sissy,” Xander’s breaths were ragged, his hands grasping fistfuls of Spike’s tee-shirt as Spike wrapped his arms tighter around the kid. The bleach blonde really didn’t like where this conversation was going. “It was a little over a year later, just before Jesse’s fifteenth birthday. We’d been discrete. Careful. I’d never even had Jesse over to the house again. But, they still caught up with him, somehow.
“The official police report said that Jesse had been mugged, and beaten, and it resulted in his death. My dad and his friends tracked him down, and beat the hell out of him in an ally way, far beyond any mugging. Burned him with cigarettes. Cut him up. But, the cops in a small town aren’t exactly open minded. It was obviously a hate crime, but they put it down to a mugging. And, even if I had to listen to my dad brag about how he fucked my faggot friend, and gave him what he deserved, no doubt, no one would believe me, or give a shit,” Xander straightened suddenly, nearly knocking Spike in the face. “But, if he was hoping it discouraged me from sex, it sure as hell didn’t,” Xander snorted, shaking his head. “Nope. I may not have been well liked in school, but I knew how to put out, and it’s amazing how many guys are willing to fuck you, even if they don’t like you,” Xander’s smile was humorless, his body stiff.
Spike wrapped himself around the boy next to him, pulling Xander rather successfully sideways between his legs. Spike draped one leg over Xander’s, an arm around his waist, keeping the boy pressed against him. He nuzzled into Xander’s neck, nipping the skin there, slipping his free hand just under the edge of Xander’s shirt to lightly stroke the skin. “Hey, Xan? Relax,” He ordered softly. They didn’t have much time left down in the basement, and Spike didn’t want Xander going to bed as down and out as he was. Sure, the high would fade by morning, but feeling that depressed didn’t go away easily.
But, Xander followed the order easily, leaning into Spike, giving him better access to his neck. Spike took the offer happily, letting Xander’s hand roam lightly over his arms and chest. It took a few minutes before Xander spoke again, his voice less depressed than before, but no louder. “Hey Spike?”
“Hm?”
“Do you still like me, even though I’m kind of a slut, and I’m fucked in the head?”
Spike smirked against Xander’s skin, shifting to run a hand through Xander’s hair, tilting the boy’s face up to look at him. He kissed the boy lightly, shaking him mildly. “Course I like you. Don’t know how anyone couldn’t. But, I’ll let you in on a secret,” He murmured, leaning closer to his ear. “We’re all a little fucked in the head here, and I was a bit of a slut myself.”
Xander leaned back to look up at Spike curiously. Blue eyes met brown, and Xander smiled slowly. He leaned back into Spike, threading fingers through blonde hair, pulling the blonde in for a kiss. Spike just grinned, and happily obliged.

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Xander groaned as a perky voice roused him from his sleep. It was another annoyingly perky woman, with a somewhat unnerving smile, holding out a cup of pills and another of water.
“Up and at ‘em! Morning pills before breakfast!”
Xander groaned again. Way, way too early for that much perk. The tired, just dragging feeling that wanted to prevent him from getting up, that just had to be a come down wasn’t helping either. But, water sounded good, and food sounded better. All of which included getting out of bed. Xander held back a sign, and struggled into an upright position.
The nurse smiled at him brightly as he accepted the pills and water, gulping both without much of a second thought. “Good boy. Most of the new kids are rather fussy about medication,” she clapped her hands, standing fully. “I’m nurse Walsh, and I’m sure you’ve met most of the boys on the floor during my shifts. Now, off to breakfast with you.”
Xander’s blood froze for a moment at the mention of that name, but he managed to unfreeze himself, give a shaky smile and shuffle to breakfast.
Nurse Walsh. No one had said much about her, beyond how tight she was with the higher ups, but she made Xander nervous. And, Xander had learned to trust his instincts. She was one to be avoided whenever possible.
He collected his breakfast mechanically, settling at the table he’d gotten used to. He looked curiously around the table. “No Dru?”
Spike shook his head stiffly. “Getting her ready for transfer. Hafta keep her drugged to keep her calm.”
That left the entire table silent. Spike blinked at the continued silence, and the fact that everyone was looking at him suddenly. He raised an eyebrow that very clearly asked what the hell they were staring at, and went back to his food.
Dawn shook the silence first. “Ready for transfer? Spike, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Yeah, Spike man. Where are they moving Dru,” Oz added with a frown.
Spike gripped the edge of the table. Xander slid a hand under the table, squeezing Spike’s thigh supportively as the blonde looked like he was fighting throwing something. Spike gave him a grateful half smile, and shook his head. “Willow found this treatment facility in New York. They offer some new treatment that could help Dru. Maybe get her off some of the medications she’s on here. And, as an added bonus, it would get her far away from our Da. He’d have to go through hell and back to try and track her down,” Spike held steady through his speech, but his hand tightened on Xander’s under the table.
Devon gave the blonde a long look. “That’s a big deal, Spike-man. I’ve never known you without Drusilla. You sure you’re okay with this?”
“O’ course I am. It’s for Dru, isn’t it? Do anything for her,” He shook his head. “Plus, if this works, she’ll have the opportunity for a somewhat normal life. As it is, even if I got out of here, I don’t have the resources to take care of her, and I’d never be able to afford the medications. If Dru starts to recover, there’s a chance she won’t need attention every second of every day. Less medication. She might not be able to live on her own, but I could manage to keep a job.”
“That’s a rough choice, Spike. But, very mature,” Dawn nodded over her food that she aimlessly pushed around her plate. “Your dad’s really not going to like it. I’m pretty sure he’s always been convinced he could at least get Dru back someday.”
“Well, it’s not like that could happen either way. I’m pretty sure Willow would take him out with a shovel before she let him take Dru. And Giles would pull out his whole ‘I’m not just a nerdy doctor’ act. I’m sure he and Ethan would take your dad out,” Devon added, all seriousness gone from his voice. “Giles and Ethan are a scary pair when they get together.”
Spike snorted, a small smile crossing his face. “When they get together against someone. Those two’ve shagging forever, and everybody knows it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “But, you all are right. I know he couldn’t get to Dru here. Just want her to have an opportunity at something better,” Spike shrugged. “Anyway, s’not like I can change the doctors’ minds. Working myself into a tizzy would only get me drugged and thrown in solitary,” The comment lead to a general shudder around the table. Except for Xander, who had never been in solitary and had no clue what was so bad.
But, the tension around the table seemed to ebb, and conversation shifted. “You know what I heard? Mr. Giles and Mr. Ethan have been trying to find a way to get Walsh and her team chucked,” Dawn had lowered her voice, leaning over the table to speak in hushed tones. “Rumor has it, they’re been… Hearing things, from everyone. Apparently, we’re not the only ones skimping on nightly pills. Even Tara and Willow have mentioned investigating Walsh’s team.”
“Rumor has it from where, Dawn? You can’t throw this out there, especially if it’s bull shit,” Devon gave the younger girl a serious look.
Dawn shook her head. “It’s not out of nowhere. I was visiting Buffy, and I heard Ethan and Tara talking, which is unusual in itself, because they don’t get along. So, I listened in. Walsh and her team are making everybody nervous. There’ve been some procedures signed for that the doctor didn’t sign for, medications that have no place in some patient’s schedules. They can’t prove anything yet, but they’re trying.”
Xander turned to Spike as Oz and Devon threw questions at Dawn. “Who’s Ethan?”
Spike blinked, giving Xander a blank look for a moment, before shaking his head with a slight laugh. “I forget you haven’t been here even a week yet. Ethan’s another doctor. He’s a bit… Out there. He tends to work with some of the more violent patients. Seems to thrive on the chaos of it all. Not a bad man, if you can get past the eccentric exterior. Giles won’t admit it, but he and Ethan have been shagging since med school.”
Xander laughed, odd to think of the older doctor shagging anyone, but Giles hadn’t been the somewhat stuffy doctor his whole life.
Any further responses were interrupted by a voice. “Well, damn, this is just fucking cozy. Everything’s just five by five in this little corner of hell, ain’t it?”
“Faith,” Dawn’s voice was dull, and about as unwelcoming as Xander had ever heard a voice. He didn’t think he’d received a welcome like that, even in high school. “Don’t you have some other slutty thing you can be doing, not here? Because, we’re all kind of trying to eat, and you ruin the scenery.”
Faith’s laugh was loud, yet dark, and dangerous. This girl would definitely not think twice about hurting someone. “Oh, Dawnie, you say the sweetest things. Say, did you put on weight? Those hospital clothes are fitting a little tight today,” Faith raised an eyebrow, and Dawn gripped the edges of her tray until her knuckles turned white, before standing jerkily, and leaving quickly. Faith smiled after her, and waved mildly.
“Okay, Faith. You’ve proved you’re the bigger bitch. You can leave now,” From Oz. It was odd to hear Oz swear. Not necessarily because Oz didn’t swear, but because there was a lot of venom behind the statement. Faith even flinched a bit, but she stood her ground.
“Not done yet, stoner boy. I’ve made a new friend, and you all should be nice to her. Boys, this is Cordeila Chase. Cordy… Well, actually, you don’t really need to know who they are. Stoner freak outs and suicide cases.”
The leggy brunette that stood behind Faith was still in a cheerleading uniform, however she’d managed that. She looked every bit high school prom queen, except for long scratches down her arms, and dark circles under her eyes. She blinked at the group, cocking her head to the side with a smile. “Hi! I’m Cordelia Chase. You all should vote for me for the Snow Flake Queen! The dance is going to be incredible, and everyone loves me,” She said brightly.
And received blank stares.
Faith shook her head. “Queen C here had a bit of a break down. Just a little too much school spirit. Now she’s stuck in her campaign mode for Flake Queen or whatever. It’s a little sickening, to be honest.”
“No, what’s sickening is that drab color you’re wearing. If the school thinks they can get me into a uniform like that, they are sadly mistaken. I’ll call me father,” Cordeila stopped a foot delicately. “And, that hair style. Honestly, don they make you cute it like that, or did you get it done in a shop. I certainly hope you didn’t pay whoever did it, because it’s looks like someone hacked about at your head with their eyes closed,” Cordeila glanced around the table. She pointed at Spike. “And you, the Billy Idol impression? So last year. You should go with something darker, maybe red. Of, if you insist on the blonde, go darker blonde, and use high lights. Sparingly. And you, kid,” She pointed at Xander. “Get a haircut. Your hair could be gorgeous if you did something with it. I can give you all the number for my stylist. He works wonders. Sure, he’s a little pricey, but beauty hurts, even if it’s your wallet,” The continued to ramble on, seemingly happy to just mutter to herself.
Devon shook himself. “Well, thanks, Faith. That’s exactly what I needed for my day to be complete.”
“Fuck off, rock star. Nobody cares about you,” Faith said, flipping him off. “Anyways, I like her. Kind of a pain in my ass with the whole school delusion, but she can be a real bitch when she wants to be. Superficial, but effective.”
“Only you, Faith,” Oz muttered.
“Yeah, only you. Now, why don’t you and your new toy go find someone else to give hair and nail tips to? I hear they’re really willing to listen at the tables, say on the other side of the room,” Spike offered, raising an eyebrow.
Cordeila perked up. “Other students in need of my fabulous advice, and my presence to improve their lives? Oh, can we go, Faithy, please?”
Faith gave Spike a dirty look as Cordeila dragged her away. Spike just laughed. “Well, she’s off her bloody rocker. Nice to know we’re not always the craziest in the room.”
Xander shook his head slowly, coming out of apparent shock. “I’ve known Cordeila since I was in first grade. We were friends, sort of, until about seventh, and she started to get breasts, and became really popular. She hasn’t spoken to me since then,” Xander grinned. “I always knew she’d snap someday.”
The whole table laughed, and Spike squeezed Xander’s hand. “Good on you, pet. Surprised someone she knew didn’t jolt her from her delusion even slightly, though.”
“Why would it? Cordy and I weren’t really friends,” Xander shrugged.
Oz nodded slowly. “Well, hey, maybe it’ll be good to have someone you know. I’m gunna go try and find Dawn. Make sure she’s not too upset. Faith doesn’t exactly bring out the best feelings in anyone,” the slighter boy stood, grabbing his tray as he went.
“Yeah, we should all probably disperse. Things to do, doctors to see. Spike, you own me a game of pool! No cheating this time, telling me the kid needs to learn, and gets extra shots with you guiding him,” Devon added as he stood to follow Oz.
Spike grinned. “Don’t have to cheat to beat you in pool, Devon,” He called after him, receiving the bird from Devon for his efforts. Spike just laughed, turning back to Xander. “Well, brekky’s almost over. It’s our cue to hurry off. I’ll see you at lunch, maybe we can escape for a bit during our free time after. Dev’s easy to distract,” Spike said with a grin that made Xander blush and grin back.
Spike gave the brunette’s hand another squeeze before they both rose, getting rid of lunch trays, and heading in different directions.

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Update, update, update. What did y'all think? I'm not sure how happy I am with this chapter. I mean, I accomplished what I wanted to; Jesse, Spike and Xander getting closer, and Cordy. I love Cordeila and Faith, and I just can't leave them out of this story. Ha. And, Dru is being moved.
I just feel a little like it was a somewhat pointless chapter. I know where I want to go with most of the plot, it's just a matter of getting there, and not just jumping right to where I have ideas, without using filling chapters. Sort of like this one.
But, tell me what you think. Your reviews do wonders for me.
Side note: Drugs are bad. Just throwing that out there. I can't say "don't do drugs" because I hate being a hypocrite, but in all seriousness, cocaine is a horrible idea. As for alcohol, drink responsibly. And, if you're going to do durgs, do it responsibly. You should only be hurting yourself.
Until next time,
Alena
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