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No Body's Home	By : redeyedemon Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 3481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I by no means own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any of the characters, and I make no money from writing this.

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FORGIVE ME! Ah. Life has sucked. That's about my only excuse here. But, here I am with an update. I was going through my inbox to delete unneeded messages, and I came across a couple reviews for this that I hadn't realized I had, and the fact that people are actually enjoying this has inspired me to update. Even I can admit as updates go, it's kind of shitty, but it's leading up to a lot of what I want ot happen in the future of this fic, so... Yeah.
Also, I just had to reformat the first three chapters of this story, so that should be all fixed now... If not... I'll get on that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, and of the characters involved, nor do I have any claim on the song 'Nobody's Home'. They just all came together to allow this fic to happen. I make no money, and am broke. I also have no claims on One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It's just used as foreshadowing.
Warnings: Language. Spoilers for One Flew.
This is unbeted... Be forgiving if you can.
"Talk" 'thoughts'

Chapter six…

Maggie Walsh watched her experiments with a trained eye. Yes, experiments. Not patients. Patients meant that there was a chance they would be cured, and rest assured Maggie Walsh knew far better than that.
The doctors were deluded with false hope, and lies that the experiments fed them, in vain hope that they would be released. And, as few were. Released of their on volition. A select few of those survived in the world. The rest… Maggie regretted the lose, but there were always more.
A few did manage to escape. Drusilla and Buffy, for example. The so called doctors were sending them away. It was a joke, that either girl would ever overcome the puzzles and riddles and horrible nightmares that riddled their minds.
Oh, what a pity that the hospital had banned the beautiful art of lobotomy, and the original art of electro shock therapy. It had been deemed too harsh on the patients, and inhumane. What there experiments needed wasn’t anything humane. It was force. Brute force, to force them to acknowledge their betters, and give them the peace of reality, if only for a short while.
The new boy was going to be trouble, Maggie knew it. He was getting close to Spike, and while he would have been a beautiful option for electro shock, it wasn’t something that was often agreed upon,
Not that Maggie needed permission from dear old Doctor Jenny Calendar. Oh no. Maggie Walsh took things into her own hands, and she intended to.
And, what with Drusilla and Buffy being so tragically taken away from her, Maggie needed a new project. Not many would be as easy to mold and keep quiet as Buffy and Dru, but it wouldn’t take much to… Help someone along their way to that point. Especially a quiet, very reserved boy like Mister Harris. Maggie had read his file, and despite his choice of friends in the ward, he would make a perfect subject. He and the lost little cheer leader, suffering from her delusions.
Oh yes, they would be perfect. And, maybe through them Maggie could complete her goals in the hospital, and the subjects would finally have their proper treatment.
Maggie turned from the nurse’s station to look at her troops. “We’re going to have a couple of big projects soon, boys. Let’s make sure we’re ready.”
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Spike was sulking. No, sulking was a mild way of putting it. He was brooding, glaring at Jenny Calendar as she stared at him expectantly. Spike glare, Jenny stared.
Spike broke first, glaring at the carpet at his feet. “What do you want from me, Jenny? Sittin’ here silently doesn’t qualify as an emergency, and callin’ me in to see you on a day I’m not supposed to usually means emergency.”
“It’s been a couple weeks since we’ve spoken. I wanted to see how you were, Spike,” Jenny smiled, watching Spike carefully. “After the visit from your father, and with Drusilla being transferred, I really just want to see how you are?”
Spike sighed, still examining the floor like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “I’m fine.”
“Spike,” Jenny’s tone held a warning, and the teen shook himself.
“Fine, fine. I’m… Tired.”
Jenny gave Spike a patient look that Spike returned with a mild glare. “Please elaborate, Spike. I can’t help you if you don’t help me help you.”
The blonde rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. “You know that psychobabble does nothing for me, right?”
“Spike,” Jenny said sharply, and Spike went silent.
He sighed, and truly tired blue eyes rose to look at Jenny. “It’s always been me n’ Dru. Always. My sister is my dark princess. And, while I know she’ll be safe, safer than she even was here, I’m terrified of lettin’ her leave,” Spike shook his head, running his fingers roughly through his hair, pulling it roughly. “I want her safe, Jenny, I really do, but I feel like for that to happen I have to run after her and protect ‘er, and that’s not an option. An’ I feel like…”
Jenny waited for a few moments to see if Spike would continue on his own. When he didn’t, she prompted him. “What does it feel like, Spike? Does it have something to do with Xander?” It was a bit of a shot in the dark, but from talking to Xander, and what she knew of Spike, it was plausible.
“You know me too well,” Spike gave Jenny a mild look as she attempted to compose himself. He took a deep breath. “Yeah, it has ta do with Xan. I like him. A lot, Jenny, I really do. Not just as some fling. But, he’s so broken, and I want to take care of him. I don’t want him to think I’m using him to replace Dru,” He shook his head roughly. “Hell, I don’t want him to be right.”
“Do you think that’s the case?”
“Fuck, Jenny. I don’t know. I don’t think so. I liked him before I knew they were transferin’ Dru. But hearin’ about his folks, ‘bout why he’s in here, I have this need to take care of him. I couldn’t save Dru from what our da did to ‘er, and I can’t save Xander from what’s already happened, maybe I could help him like I can’t help Dru.”
“We’re supposed to help the people we care about, Spike,” Jenny said gently. “You never showed these feelings for Lindsay.”
“I never felt like this about Lindsay. The cowboy was a fling. He was fun, but there was something that never clicked between us,” Spike growled at himself. “Xander is… Special. S’the only way I can describe the boy.”
“These aren’t bad emotions, Spike. Feeling for someone other than Dru.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “I’m not Faith, Jenny. Though, the community sociopath seems to have attached herself to someone. If only it were an annoying, self-centered cheerleader.”
“Miss Chase is actually quite nice if you get to know her,” Jenny tried. She sighed. Cordelia Chase was… An interesting character, to say the least. She had an interesting outlook on life. Nice might be pushing it, but under the outspoken, occasionally rude cheerleader, Cordelia was just another insecure, traumatized teenage girl. Jenny shook herself, giving Spike a long look. “Well, I know this situation with Dru is hard on you. You understand, we’ll be keeping a close eye on you until we’re sure you’re alright. Compared to what your reaction would have been when you and Dru were first committed, you’re handling this well.”
Spike gave Jenny a smirk, shaking his head. “I’ve grown up a bit since then, haven’t I? No more tearin’ up the ward because I’m separated from Dru, or I don’t get my way.”
“And, we all thank you for that.”
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“Oh, my William! I see such beautiful things in our future. We’re separated now, but we shall see each other again,” Dru had her hands on Spikes cheeks as she stared deeply into her brother’s eyes. She sighed deeply. “I shall miss you, my dear Spike,” She sighed, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss Spike lightly on the cheek, meeting his eyes again. Her gaze slid to Xander who was talking casually to Oz and Devon. “You have someone new to care for, now.”
Spike blinked, shaking his head. “No one will ever take your place, princess. I’ll get out of here, and be able to take care of you.”
The brunette shook her head, giving Spike a sad smile. “Daddy’s no longer a danger to me, Spike. You need not worry about me. All will be well,” She smiled again, pulling away from Spike. “I must go now.”
Sure enough, Willow was escorting two escorts from the other hospital. Two more followed behind her, with a gurney. While Drusilla was conscious and lucid enough to escort herself, Buffy seemed to have slipped into a mostly comatose state, completely unresponsive.
Spike sighed, staring at the group for a moment, jumping when a hand landed on his shoulder. He blinked, turning to look at Xander’s understanding face. Spike couldn’t resist a smile in the bright light of the younger boy’s. He wrapped an arm around Xander’s shoulder, turning to speak to Dru again. “You remember Xander, right? You’ve met him a couple of times.”
Drusilla nodded, wrapping Xander in a tight hug. Xander gave Spike a surprised glance, but returned the hug. Drusilla pulled back from the hug to give Xander a very serious look. “You’re my Spike’s knight in patchwork armor. He needs you as much as you need him, and one day we’ll all understand the true meaning of family,” She ended the speech by going up on her tip toes to kiss Xander on the cheek with a smile that said she knew far more than she was letting on, though the look in her eyes was distant. “Look out for the bad doctor,” She said suddenly, and very seriously, the mood entirely different from how she’d been speaking before.
Xander glanced at Spike for an answer, but the blonde just shrugged. “What do ya mean, Dru? Not a lot of bad doctors we’ve found around here.”
Drusilla bared her teeth and snarled, making both boys jump a bit. “Nurse Ratched is a pristine sadist under a serene façade,” She blinked, and she was distant again. “Vintery, mintery, cutery, corn, Apple seed and apple thorn, Wire, briar, limber lock. Three geese in a flock. One flew East, one flew West. And one flew over the cuckoo's nest. Don’t get lost, white knight,” She turned abruptly on her heel, heading for Willow, murmuring something about a ‘pretty little tree’.
Xander stared after her, before shaking his head. “What the hell does that mean?”
Spike tried to brush off a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, rather unsuccessfully. He turned to give Xander a curious look. “Have you never read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, pet? Or at least seen the film?”
“Nope,” Xander shook his head slowly. “I’ve never even heard of it.”
Spike shook his head. “Youth. Phenomenal book and film. Takes place in a mental institution in the nineteen fifties, when it was still alright to shock the hell out of patients and cut out bit o’ their brains as treatment. Grumpy old cow named Nurse Ratched was the primary day nurse, and she ruled with an iron fist, without much real care for medication. This patient, McMurphy, comes in, claimin’ insanity. In the end, Ratched has him put through several rounds of shock treatment, and in the end, has him lobotomized. Lots of interestin’ stuff happens in between, but you’ll have to read the book or actually see the film to find that out.”
“Huh,” Xander stared down the hall after Dru for a few moments, though the orderlies had already disappeared with the disturbed young woman. “Sounds interesting, but I can’t imagine what Dru thinks that has to do with me.”
Spike waved it off with a frown. He couldn’t either, but he didn’t like what it could mean. “Dru talks just to talk sometimes. Lobotomies are illegal nowadays, and ECT is a pretty controlled, safe procedure. Though, you’ve shown no signs of violence or serious continued depression, so I can’t see it being something you need to concern yourself with.”
Xander made an noncommittal noise, both his and Spike’s gaze snapping down the hall as screaming could be heard.
“No! Absolutely not! I will not give up my cheer uniform! Nothing will stop me from cheering, do you hear me? NOTHING!”
Cordelia Chase was being physically dragged down the hall, finally stripped of the cheer uniform she’d yet to have relinquished up and to that point. The hospital really did look unnatural on the usually composed brunette as she continued to kick and scream at the hospital personal.
“Let me go! I want to go to cheer practice, I want my uniform back! You will have to pry the pom-poms from my cold dead hands to stop me from cheering! My father will hear about this! Every single one of you will lose your jobs! I am the snow queen, and cheerleading captain, and everyone loves me! Why are you doing this?”
“Poor Cordy,” Xander muttered, shaking his head. “She didn’t deserve this.”
“Didn’t she torment you in school, pet?”
Xander blinked. “Well, yeah, but this isn’t school, and while I know the reality of my situation, she’s stuck in some delusion of the perfect life she built up for herself,” He shrugged. “It’s falling apart. That sucks for anyone. Just because she made my life shitty doesn’t mean I want that for her.”
“Deep,” Xander jumped, looking to see Oz and Devon standing behind them, watching as well as Cordeila was dragged away.
“Yeah, you’re a better human than the rest of us,” Devon chipped in. “Most people don’t care if they people who hurt them suffer.”
Xander shrugged again. “It doesn’t fix what they’ve done, so why encourage more pointless violence?”
Spike shook his head, draping an arm casually over Xander’s shoulders again. “Good point, pet. But, there’s nothing we can do about it now. Let’s get out of ‘ere before the doctors decide we’re loitering and need extra sessions.
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Welp, there's chapter six. I'm not a fan, but it was needed, and I figured I'd post it instead of waiting for something else to happen.
Warning. I am not an expert on depression or suicide, though I've experienced both.
If you feel like death is the only answer, please, PLEASE talk to someone. I assure you, someone out there is willing to listen. Even if it's me! Leave your email address and I'll happily email you and talk. At your lowest point, maybe you just need someone's hand to help pull you back up.
Second, child abuse is never the child's fault. If you, or someone you know is being abused, call 1-800-4-A-CHILD.
I really considered stopping doing this, but someone said it was a good touch, so I'll continue.
Anyways... Sorry if this is offensive to anyone, or they disapprove. If you don't like it, you should probably have turned around six chapters ago, because I'm not going to change it. Sorry.
Until next time.
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