Title: Life of Experience

Author: lusciousxander

Pairing: Spike/Xander

Rating: NC 17

Summary: Ethan Harris died and left his son under his best friend's care.

Type: All Human AU

Note: This was written years ago to my sister, who adores Human AU Fics. I lost interest around Part 16, but now I decided to finish this story. I'm editing all chapters, fixing as much grammar and spelling mistakes I can find, which a lot. So, here it is, the edited version of Life of Experience.

Thanks to lusciousspike, radiantevil and skargasm for the great beta.

Stage One:

Part One:

Xander looked around the huge lobby of his new home. New home, still didn't sound right. A week had passed since his father died leaving his guardianship to his dearest friend. Mr. Rupert Giles and his Dad had been close since they'd attended Oxford together in England. The college for smart people. It surprised him that even though Mr. Giles had graduated college with honors, he chose the job of a librarian in Sunnydale High, maybe it was due to his devotion for books. Or maybe it was because Mrs. Giles, former Ms. Jenny Calendar, used to be the computer teacher there.

Mrs. Giles had died shortly after she'd given birth to their only son, William, who was now a senior in the same high school. Xander had never met him, but Mr. Giles had always complained to his Dad about him. His Dad would say that teenagers were always difficult to handle. To which he'd turn toward Xander and say warmly, "I guess I'm soon to find out."

Xander blinked, trying to stop the forming tears from falling down. He clutched his backpack to him tight, and took a deep breath trying to clear his mind from the thoughts of his Dad. He was not going to lose it in front of Mr. Giles.

He turned around to find the man entering the front door, holding another set of boxes. After his Dad had died, Xander had spent the week at Jesse's place until Mr. Giles completed the guardianship forms. Jesse's Mom had helped him pack his stuff from his place the previous week. She'd always been more of a mother to him than his real Mom, who neither bothered to come to the funeral nor asked about him.

"Right then," Mr. Giles said after he gently placed down the last set. "I believe this is it for today. I shall return tomorrow for the rest of your belongings." He flashed him a warm smile.

Xander couldn't help but smile back. He spotted the large number of boxes. "It's gonna take ages to get all that to my room." He hadn't seen it yet, and judging from the size of the house, he could bet that it was huge.

"I shall call William to lend us a hand." Mr. Giles stood by the stairs and yelled, "Will! Will! Come down here!"

There was no answer, and Mr. Giles sighed with exasperation. "I suppose he's wearing his headset again."

Xander was tempted to pull a Sebastian and mumble something about teenagers being a pain, but knew a reference to The Little Mermaid would be lost on Mr. Giles.

Shaking his head, Mr. Giles headed to the boxes and lifted one before looking at him. "Let's take some of them upstairs and check up on him."

Xander lifted one of the smaller boxes and then he hurried after Mr. Giles to his room.

Wow! Xander thought, stunned, as he dropped the box he held along with his backpack and gaped at his new humongous room. He could put all his old house's furniture in it and there would still be space for more. Mr. Giles sat the box he held and went to his son's room. Xander eagerly followed him, wanting to see the Will Mr. Giles had always complained about.

Mr. Giles didn't even knock on the door, he just walked in with Xander right behind him.

Xander snickered, watching William reclining in a chair wearing his headphones and nodding his head enthusiastically to the music. His eyes were firmly closed, and his face congested like he was in pain. Must be the bleach, or probably the Faux-hawk hair. He was dressed like one of those rock stars on MTV, and his nails were polished in black. His black shirt had torn sleeves that showed arms that were even bigger than Billy Anderson's, the boy in his class. Xander touched his own slim arms, hating that he didn't hit puberty yet.

Mr. Giles approached his son and grabbed the headphones from his ears. Will took a few seconds to grasp why he wasn't hearing music anymore. Opening his eyes, he frowned up at his father. "What in bleedin' hell did you do that for? I bought those since you kept yappin' about the racket. What is it that you want now?"

"Watch that language," Mr Giles spat. He released a tired sigh. "As much as I like not to listen to that rubbish again, I want you to be able to hear me when I call you."

"Were you calling me, Pops?" Will asked giving Mr. Giles the innocent face.

Mr. Giles rolled his eyes. "I want you downstairs immediately to help with the boxes."

"What boxes?" Will retorted, irritated.

"Xander's," Mr. Giles answered looking like he wanted to smack Will on the head.

"Who's Xander?"

"That would be me," Xander answered and waved his hand to the older boy.

Spike looked the kid from head to toe. He looked about ten, average looking. And those baggy clothes; one of those nerd preppies apparently.

Spike was quite upset about Mr. Harris' death. The man had always kept his Pop busy. He couldn't imagine not having his old man yapping about whatever fuddy duddy activity he'd done with his chum. The real shock was hearing about his father adopting Mr. Harris' little boy. He'd heard a few stories about the kid's family that he doubted the boy knew about.

He eyed him with visible disgust. "Oh, that the tyke you adopted?"

"Will…" Rupert gasped.

"Yep, I am," the kid answered. "And it's Xander by the way. Got it, gel-head?"

"Better than your 90s hair-do."

"At least mine isn't fake and high-maintenance."

"Do you even know what 'high-maintenance' means?"

His father heaved a weary sigh, seeming to have just realized that he had got to take care of two little monsters. Not to worry, Pops. Three months and then I'll be a frat boy.

"Boys, please settle down. Will, do please come downstairs and help us with the boxes."

Spike pointed at Xander. "They're his. Why doesn't he take them all to his bloody room by himself?"

"Because I said so."

Spike grumbled under his breath and got up lazily, following his Pops and Scrappy down the stairs. His eyes widened at the large number of boxes and before he could complain, Rupert gave him a warning glare and he shut his gap completely.

When Spike noticed that his father was out of sight, he raised his leg in front of Xander who tripped on it and fell to the floor with the box in his hands. Spike grinned and kept walking knowing that the boy was glaring at his back.