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So... I'm hiding from anyone who's probably considering throwing rocks at me right now. I'm sorry it's been so long! But look! An update! Consider it... My birthday gift to... Myself, that I'm sharing with y'all.
Disclaimer: I don't own much, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer is definitely not involved. I make no money from this. It's fan fiction. If I owned Buffy, it wouldn't be a show they could broadcast on regular cable. And, the pairings would be so different.
Warnings: Language, m/m sexual situations.
Chapter Five
Jenny Calendar signed as she walked into the hospital. She sometimes was amazed that it was still standing when she returned. She’d been gone a week, lecturing to psychology students at UCLA, and walking into what could loosely be called the break room, the rush of voices sounded rather ominous.
“Oh, director Calendar! If we’d known you would be back so soon, we would have cleaned up a bit, made sure we weren’t in such a scandalous situation,” Ethan Rayne grinned at her over a cup tea, sitting just close enough to Rupert Giles to be considered inappropriate, without actually compromising the other Englishman’s sense of what was appropriate in front of others. Others being Tara McClay and Willow Rosenburg, who were curled together on another couch. How long Ethan’s respect for Rupert’s space would last was debatable.
Jenny sighed. “Oh, doctor Rayne. If this is scandalous, I do worry that things at the hospital have been far too slow,” Jenny took a seat on a single seat of her own. Like every other room in the hospital, it was white, with grey furniture, lest a patient wonder in, but at the very least the furniture was comfortable. She relaxed slowly, kicking off her heels, trying to relax from traveling. It was only to Los Angeles, but she didn’t enjoy it. “So, what has been happening in my absence?”
Willow laughed. “I’d love to say the usual Jenny, but I must admit, things have been somewhat odd. Two new kids, both from the same high school, the same age.”
Jenny nodded. “Yes, while somewhat unusual, not quite something I’d say was odd.”
“Oh, but you haven’t heard the best part, Jenny. Spike and Faith are quite taken with them,” Rupert said casually, making Jenny raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to continue. “Well, Xander, seventeen, was brought in for attempted suicide. The boy shows signs of deep depression and anxiety, and I fear he suffered great abuse at home. But, Spike is quite taken with him. And, if I may say, in a much more healthy manner than he was with Lindsay. With Drusilla leaving, he may be exactly what Spike needs to heal. Or, the very least to start. There are some things Spike will have to work through on his own.”
“Very true, but Spike has nothing but fabulous things to say about Xander,” Willow added. “He doesn’t realize he’s doing it, but he can ramble on about how sweet Xander is, and how he doesn’t deserve what happened to him. Mind you, he always catches himself before revealing anything Xander might have told him in confidence, but he obviously cares for him.”
Jenny nodded. “Very interesting. I’d like to meet him, and soon. Now, what is this about Drusilla leaving? She’s not going to be released into the care of that man who claims to be her father, is she? I will not allow it.”
“No, Jenny. Of course not. The treatment facility? In New York? Well, Weasley came through. We’re transferring Drusilla. They’re willing to treat her, free of cost. Weasley will be here in a couple days.”
Jenny smiled. “That’s wonderful. Maybe this can truly help her,” she sighed. “Now, tell me about Faith. Spike loves unconditionally, and I’m not quite surprised he’s found someone he cares about. Faith though…” She trailed off. The brunette girl had the signs of a sociopath, showing extreme apathy to anyone around her, and an extreme lack of empathy to others’ emotion, so to hear she might have taken interest in another… Well, it could be very good or very bad.
“Oh, yes, miss Chase. She was a cheerleader at Sunnydale high school. Two students brought guns to school, killing seven other students, two teachers, and injuring nine other students. Cordeila was one of the students injured, though, it is quote the miracle that the body count was seven, and not eight. Miss Chase was shot point blank in the chest. She woke in the hospital, firmly stuck in the belief that it was still the high school, and she was running for snow queen, and no one has been able to break her from this delusion. She’s still quite convinced this is school, and she needs to campaign for this Snow queen business,” Ethan signed. “She is quite blunt most of the time, and her tact could use tremendous amounts of work. Which is part of why Faith likes about her. I think she’s found it quite impossible to offend Miss Chase.”
“Not that it’s stopped her from trying. Or stopped either of them from offending anyone else. I don’t believe Ms. Chase even realizes she’s capable of offending anyone else. Everything is spoken almost like advice. Like Ethan said, tact is not something she possesses,” Giles added, shaking his head.
Jenny smiled mildly. “Yes, she does indeed sound like someone Faith would get alone with well. Though, Faith just enjoys antagonizing others.”
“She’s actually been very good in group lately. Her last night was with Dru, nearly a week ago,” Tara said quietly. “It’s a little disconcerting actually. Seeing Faith so… Caring around another person. The worst she’s done is threaten Spike to keep Xander away from Cordeila. Spike retaliated in turn.”
Jenny frowned, her brow furrowing. “Xander and Cordeila? Why?”
“Alexander and Cordeila apparently have a long history of not really getting along. They seem to antagonize each other a bit. It’s not cruelty. Just…” Giles trailed off with a frown, trying to think of just how to describe the ongoing battle between Alexander Harris and Cordeila Chase.
Ethan picked up where he left off. “It’s like two grade school children in a school yard. It’s almost like a playground rivalry,” He shook his head. “I firmly believe that with Miss Chase’s current state of mind, and what I’ve seen of Mr. Harris’ nature, they’ll be able to overcome this pointless ribbing of one another.”
“If Spike and Faith will ever get over their own arguing. Those two,” Willow sighed, shaking her head. “Maybe Xander and Cordeila can really have a good influence on them.”
Tara rubbed a hand up and down Willow’s arm comfortingly. “Spike is already showing marked changes. I think now that he doesn’t have to worry about Drusilla all the time, he can really start to worry about himself. Xander isn’t Lindsay,” She added. “He may not be especially stable at the moment, but that might be exactly what Spike needs.”
“Someone who needs him,” Willow said gently, smiling at Tara.
The group was silent for a moment as they contemplated their patients. Well, Jenny contemplated everything really. She would meet Xander and Cordeila soon, and the hospital was still standing, so she was fairly content. Except for…
“What about Maggie Walsh?”
Silence fell around the room. Giles spoke up first. “There’s nothing we can prove, yet. But, she has been rallying for treatment like electro shock therapy for a few specific patients. And her crew have been excessively aggressive.”
“Dawn came into therapy somewhat traumatized after one of Walsh’s nightshifts,” Tara said quietly. “She wouldn’t say anything, but she was incredibly jumpy and quiet. It’s not the first time.”
“Yes, Miss Walsh was incredibly unhappy that Buffy and Drusilla are being transferred. She is insisting that it’s unnecessary,” Giles shook his head, cleaning his glasses. “She doesn’t want to lose two easily abused patients.”
Jenny sighed, rubbing her temples. It would be so much easier if they had proof. Which, naturally, was impossible to find. Maggie Walsh knew how to cover her tracks, and those of her minions. Jenny shook her head. “Well, the usual with her. Keep an eye out, and deny her those insane notions she gets to treat patients.”
Willow shook her head, disgusted. “She actually tried to tell me that a full frontal lobotomy was an acceptable treatment. Not that I necessarily disagree with it comes to Faith, but it’s far from humane. Or legal.”
“Yes, well, I have no grounds to fire her for suggesting an outdated and inhumane treatment,” Jenny paused, glancing around her assembled doctors. “Unless, of course, she's actually gone through with any of it, in which case nothing will keep her out of prison.”
Ethan laughed darkly. “Jen, do you really think that if Maggie Walsh had done something to one of our patients that we could get her fired for, she would still be here?”
Jenny shook her head slowly. “No, but I had to ask,” She sighed again, pushing up from her chair. “Well, I have appointments. I'm meeting Xander this morning. I do believe I meet with Cordelia right before dinner.”

“An interesting day then. We'll keep an eye on Maggie,” Willow said as she rose as well, giving Jenny a small smile. Jenny nodded, heading out of the break room, heading for her office. She had enough time to review Alexander’s file before he arrived for their appointment.

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Xander sighed as he stood outside an unfamiliar door. He was meeting with hospital director, Jenny Calender today, apparently. Spike had assured him that the woman was fine. It had been traumatizing enough dealing with Nurse Walsh and her team. The woman was sickeningly sweet and nice. To the point that Xander jumped pretty much every time she walked into a room.
“Alexander?” Xander blinked as the door in front of him swung open.
The teen shook his head to clear it. “Uh, just Xander, please. Only my parents and teachers call me Alexander. And, then usually only when I'm in some sort of trouble.”
Jenny nodded, considering in the teen. “Alright, Xander. Please come in. I've head a lot about you.”
Xander blinked again, a little nervously as he followed her in into the office. It was a little bigger than Giles' office, but otherwise just as nondescript. “Uh... Spike mentioned you're the hospital’s director. That's about all I know about you.”
“Well, yes, that is what Spike would find important,” Jenny smiled, shaking her head. “Please, sit. Let's talk,” she gave Xander a considering look as he sat nervously across from her. “So, how are you?”
Xander shrugged, examining Jenny's desk. Carefully. “Honestly?”
“That would be preferred.”
“Right. Well... I feel better than I have in a long time. Maybe it's the meds, but I kinda think it's more the environment. Faith still scares the shit out of me, but, otherwise,” Xander blinked. “Uh, sorry, about my language.”
Jenny waved it away. “I talk to Spike regularly, Xander. It's quite alright,” She smiled. “As for Faith, well, I'm fairly sure she scares most people. Though, Ms. Chase is getting along with her rather well.”
Xander snorted. “Yeah, well Cordy is kinda scary too. Not as much as she was in school, but still...”
Jenny nodded. Cordelia Chase was an interesting case. She girl was... Well, interesting. Very much the high school snow queen that she was campaigning for. The question came when they didn't actually have an election for her. Cordelia would win, because there would be no one competing with her, but as of yet, no one had convinced the girl out of her cheer-leading uniform. Jenny was worried how it would effect the girl, but they were working on a solution.
Xander on the other hand, seemed rather stable. She looked over his file, watching him as she spoke. “So, the environment here is helping you? Why do you think that is?”
Xander laughed, the sound hallow and without real mirth. “I broke my arm seven times from the time I was five, to my fifteenth birthday. Snapped my femur twice just in seventh grade. Missed more school than any kid should, but I still managed to pass. Took the after school detention, and summer school classes, and never once complained,” Xander blinked, looking down at his hands as he gripped them in his lap. “I was a clumsy kid, Miss Calender, and I got tired of it I guess. The threat of padded rooms makes me watch my feet.”
Jenny nodded, making a few notes on her clip board. “Alright, Xander. Now, how about you tell me what really happened? Because,” she paused, flipping to look through more of her notes. “These injuries don't come from falling down the stairs, or tripping on the playground, or... Tripping over a bottle?”
“Hey, that one really did happen,” Xander defended.
Jenny gave him a flat look. “Xander.”
The teen deflated, dropping his gaze. “My dad was a drunk, Miss Calender. He didn't like the fact that his only son was a fag and a pansy,” Xander shook his head. “He did what he thought was right. Be it... Taking his frustrations out of his son, or getting rid of who he thought the source of the problem was, dad did what was right in his mind.”
“You know, just because your father thought it was right, didn't make it right, don't you?”
“It felt like he was, most of the time, when I was younger. I didn't know any better,” Xander sighed. “Then, Jesse....” Xander trailed off again, shaking his head. “I couldn't get out, so I took the next best step and invested in a good knife,” Xander's tone was cheerful, forcefully so, and it was nearly painful to listen to.
Jenny frowned, noting that Giles had mentioned Jesse before in his reports, but Xander had never explained further. He also hid behind his jokes and cheery attitude when he was uncomfortable. “So, what you're telling me, Xander, is you just needed to get away? From your father, your parents in general? Why not apply for emancipation?”
“I did, as soon as I turned sixteen. But, I couldn't hold down a job, because broken ribs make It hard to stand at a fast food place for too long. So, with no support of my own, and no one else to support me, I was denied,” Xander shrugged. “Next best option,” Xander raised his still bandaged, but healing wrists.
“No one else called social services?”
“No, I had a teacher when I was younger who did. I lied through my teeth, told them what my parents wanted them to hear. I stayed with Jesse when I could, and dealt when I couldn't,” Xander ducked his head again, letting his hair hang into his face. “It's the past now. Why does it matter? It's not like anyone misses me anymore than they would have if I were dead.”
“You really believe that, Xander?”
Xander shook his head. “No offense, Miss Calender, but have either of my parents been to see me in the time I've been here? Has anyone?”
“Well, no, but you haven't been approved for vis-”
“Have they even called? Inquired as to if and when they could see me? Done anything but tell you to talk to the insurance company about my hospital bills?”
Jenny Calender stared at the boy sitting across from her for a moment, before shaking her head. “Xander...”
“Please don't feel sorry for me,” Xander insisted. “I can see you wanting to, but I'm used to how my parents feel about me. I was a mistake, and they don't want me. I could've moved out when I turned eighteen, lived on the streets until I could find a job to support myself. I just didn't have the energy to make it that far.”
Jenny shook her head slowly. “I can't help but to tell you that no one deserves that, Xander. From just talking to you now, I can see that you are a very intelligent, compassionate young man. Anyone who can't see that,” She shook her head again to clear it. She was a doctor, and this line of conversation as bordering on unprofessional. “Speaking of people appreciating you, Spike and Doctor Giles have had nothing but good things to say about you.”

Xander raised an eyebrow. “Really, now? I always find Giles to be polishing his glasses consistently when I'm in his presence. Spike too,” Xander paused, blinking. “Giles polishes his glasses when Spike's around too, not Spike. I'm pretty sure Spike would stop speaking to me if he knew that I knew he had glasses.”
Jenny laughed. “Yes, well, Mister Giles can polish his glasses, and still have good things to say about you,” She smiled. “Is it so odd that an adult would like you, Xander? Because, trust me, Mister Giles is very fond of you.”
Xander shrugged. “Dunno. My parents don't like me, my teachers have never liked me. I find it kind of odd that... Anyone has good things to say about me.”
Jenny gave Xander a curious look. “Well, Spike is quite enamored with you. Actually, other than Faith and Miss Chase, everyone seems to like you.”
“Yeah, well, Cordy hasn't liked me since eighth grade at least. It's a love-hate relationship. We love to hate on each other. Though,” Xander shook his head. “I don't have anything against Cordy. It's just the way it's been for a while. And, Faith... Scares me. A lot,” Xander shook his head. “As for everybody else... It's nice, having friends. I haven't in a while.”
Jenny shook his head. “I can't imagine why, Xander. You're a very nice young man.”
Xander shrugged. “I've just never had friends. I'm no good with people. Other than Jesse, I've never really had other friends.”
“And, you have no idea why?”
“Some people just don't fit in. I missed a lot of school when I was younger, and I always had to buy my clothes at Goodwill and stuff because my parents tended to just throw money at me. I couldn't go out to the places other kids did, and eventually they stopped inviting me. Their parents knew my parents so no one came over to my house. Jesse's parents didn't care either, so we connected over that, and we knew not to ask questions about mysterious bruises or casts,” Xander shrugged. “We're the type of kids who fall through the cracks. Some of us just get rubbed out, some of us,” Xander waved a hand around him with another shrug as he hell silent.
Jenny shook herself mentally. It wasn't the first time she'd met an abused child. Certainly not. But, she couldn't help that it bothered her on a personal level. Professionally, she couldn't let that emotion get through. “Well, Xander, I'm not going to let you slip through the cracks. But, that is all the time we have today. It was a pleasure to meet you,”
Xander stood awkwardly, taking Jenny's hand when she offered it. “Uh, you too Miss Calender. I guess I'll see you around.”
“Indeed. Good day.”

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Spike leaned back against the wall of the basement, smoking, with his arms wrapped around Xander where the younger teen was leaning against him, nearly asleep. “So, you met Jenny Calender today, hm, pet?”
Xander nodded slowly. Spike had woken him up quietly, and smuggled him down to the basement. To Xander's surprise, it was just him and Spike. Something about Oz and Devon fucking like bunnies, and wanting alone time with Xander. Xander hadn't argued. “Yep. Had a good long talk about why I had no friends in high school.”
“Mmm,” Spike hummed against his neck. “More of you for me.”
Xander grinned, snuggled further back into Spike. “Yeah, yeah. Heard you've been talking about me.”
“All good things, I assure you, luv,” Spike pressed a kiss to Xander's temple. “You okay today? Been quiet.”
“Better than I have been in a while,” Xander answered honestly, turning enough to let his cheek be brushed by Spike's lips. “I think I'll be kind of okay, so long as I don't have to go back to my parents. Eventually.”
He felt Spike smile against his cheek. “Eventually is all we need, pet. And, the fight that Willow and Ripper and Jenny and Ethan and Tara have put against Dru and me going back to our Da, they're not going to let your back near yours. If they have to release you before you're eighteen, they'll probably work on getting you emancipated. Or, Willow and Tara will threaten to adopt you. Ripper and Ethan would probably adopt you before allowing you back with your Da,” Spike tucked Xander a little closer to him, littering his cheek with little kisses.
Xander turned further into him, his lips barely brushing Spike's. “That's a nice thought. Not that I think I'll get out of here before I'm eighteen.”
“You could always come stay with me, pet. I turn eighteen in a couple months, and we'll get you emancipated from your parents and I'll keep you as my young sexy kept boy, chained to my bed day and night,” Spike whispered, pressing his lips more firmly against Xander's. Xander grinned against Spike's lips, pressing more firmly against the other boy. He could deal with being Spike's kept boy. Chained to his bed every night.
Spike grinned against Xander, shifting so he was laying lightly on top of Xander on the floor, stripping both of them out of their shirts in the process. Xander wrapped his arms around Spike, pulling him more firmly on top of him. Spike nearly growled, thrusting down against Xander, threading his fingers through the younger boy's hair. Xander gasped, arching back up into Spike, and allowing Spike introduce his tongue to the kiss, thoroughly mapping out the inside of Xander's mouth. Xander whined, arching up into Spike again, sliding his hands firmly up Spike's back.
Spike broke the kiss for air, panting down at Xander. “Nevermind the other options I listed, luv. I'm taking you home with me and not letting you go,” He ground down into Xander, feeling Xander's erection matching his own. “Gonna tie you to my bed and torture you with pleasure, day and night. Keep you stretched and slick for me all the time,” Spike grinned as Xander arched up under him again, his eyes dilated to nearly black. Spike dropped his voice, leaning down to whisper in Xander's ear. “Like that, hm? Well, then sometimes, for special occasions, I'll slick myself up, climb on and ride you. Long, and slow, til we both can't stand it anymore.”
“Spike! Please! I'm about to come in my pants. Please, please,”
“Like hearing you beg, Xan. Wanna hear it all the time,” Spike growled out, but wasted no time in shoving his and Xander's pants down around their thighs, and gripping their erections together in his hand, and starting a sold thrusting motion that Xander countered, gripping Spike's back and shoulders hard, his finger tips making indents in his skin as he moved.
Spike leaned down to capture Xander's lips again til neither of them could breathe properly. He broke away from Xander again, gasping. “Come, Xander. C'mon, come with me.”
And Xander did. Explosively, spurting over his chest and stomach, followed quickly by Spike.
The two lay panting on the ground, half naked for a few moments, both luxuriating the other's warmth and comfort. Spike finally sighed, shifting up off Xander, wincing a bit as the stuck together. “They're be time to enjoy the afterglow later pet. Gotta get clean up a bit and back to our rooms before they do checks and discover we're missing,” Spike patted Xander on the chest, casually swiping a thumb over his nipple, grinning as the brunette gasped, and stood.
Xander glared a bit as he lay panting on the ground for a few moments longer, before shoving himself into a sitting position, long enough to pull his pants up over his hips, before grabbing his shirt and standing. He glanced at Spike shyly through is lashes. He felt like a high schooler, sneaking around over hours, and he felt like a big girl for being so happy about it, but he hadn't had any sort of connection with anyone since Jesse had died, and he's probably regret it later if he found out Spike was just playing him for sex, but for now he was determined to enjoy it.
“Thanks, Spike, for bringing me down here. And you know, accepting me in the first place and not treating me like a freak.”
Spike tucked his hand under Xander's chin, forcing the boy to meet his eyes. “You're not freak. You just had to find your nook. Can't say I'm glad you were pushed to the point of trying to take yourself out of the world,” he said, gently running the finger tips of his free hand over the bandages on Xander's arm. “But, it's something I'm glad you failed at, because you, Xander Harris, and an exceptional person,” With that, Spike kissed him, erasing all thoughts of misfits, and outcast from his mind.
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There we go. Chapter. I'm not sure I like the way it ended, but, it is a chapter. Not very deep, kind of overly plot filled for my taste, but there was some smut there at the end. Yeah, yeah? Like that?
Anyways, tell me what you think. I'll try to update soon. Keep it realistic without losing my creative edge. But, it's a story. I can do pretty much whatever I want. Within reason...
Just let me know what you liked and I'll see y'all next time.
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