Title: Stalker 1/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After moving to Scotland Xander ends up with a stalker.
Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd

Prompt #471 from tamingthemuse- Crank Call

Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.

Xander still couldn't believe that he was living in Scotland. When Giles told them there was another hellmouth in Cleveland he was sure that's where they were headed. But a new watchers council needed to be built and there was only a handful of people who knew what that was. With Giles being the only remaining watcher he inherited the councils money. And there was a shit load of it!

Life was actually pretty good. The pain of Anya's death lessened every day. Though Xander still missed her like crazy. Giles hired an in house therapist, Dr. Luke Reynolds to help everyone adjust to their new lives and especially with the original Scoobies who'd suffered so much over the last seven years. At first they weren't comfortable with it. So used to having their lives a secret but Giles managed to convince them to give it a try. It was helpful they could tell him what they were afraid to tell the others.

Months went by and the council grew. More watchers and more slayers joined. Giles was in charge which was a relief to Buffy. She wasn't big on taking orders but she trusted Giles with her life. With Buffy relaxed it made all the others relaxed.

A year later Spike showed up at their door asking if they had room for one more. After giving his life to save not only their lives but the world he was welcomed with open arms. Xander included. After the last year Xander and the others wanted to let any old grudges go. It was surprisingly easy.

Soon Spike and Xander became close friends which surprised everyone. They hung out at Xander's apartment but mostly because Spike lived at Slayer Central and they both spent enough time there. They'd go to movies that the girls refused to watch and go to pubs to get trashed. It was fun.

Two weeks later Xander got a crank call.

It was 3:21AM when the phone started to ring. Xander all but fell out of bed trying to answer the phone. "Buff, come on, what's going on that can't wait until at least 6:00AM?

"This isn't Buffy, Alex," A low voice answered. Xander could tell it was a man.

"Oh," Xander said. "Um… well you are you and why are you calling me so late? Or early I guess. This better not be a telemarketer!"

The man laughed and it sent chills up Xander's spine. "No, I'm not a telemarketer."

"Then who are you? I don't mean to be rude but why the fuck are you phoning me at three in the morning? You woke me up and I have to get up in a few hours," Xander said annoyed.

"Don't use that tone with me!" The man ordered. "You don't treat people who love you like that!"

Xander tried to swallow but there was a lump in his throat stopping him. "I don't even know who you are."

"That doesn't mean I don't know who you are," the man countered. "I know a lot about you Alexander Lavelle Harris. I know where you grew up, what year you graduated, how you let your parents bully and abuse you. Your friends walk all over you. And how you left poor Anya at the alter because you weren't actually love her."

"How do you know all of that?" Xander demanded. He'd never told anyone the real reason he couldn't go through with the wedding.

There was that laugh again. "Because I know you. I know you better than you know yourself. I also know that you are in the closet. Don't worry though I'll help you out. Then we can be together."

"What do you want?" Xander asked softly.

"Isn't that obvious?" There was a slight purr in his voice. "I want you."

Xander remained silent.

"Go back to sleep, Alexander. Have sweet dreams and I'll talk to you soon." Then all Xander heard was the dial tone.

With a shaky hand Xander set the phone back down. He didn't go back to sleep.