Title: Stalker 14/14
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 #491 from tamingthemuse- Guerrilla Tactics

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

It's been three months since Xander's ordeal. The scars still bothered him when he saw them. They were worse than when Caleb took his eye but he was dealing much better with the help of Spike and his friends. Spike even convinced him to keep some of his possessions from his apartment. All the things that made Xander the nerdy guy that Spike loved. He and Spike moved into a small apartment a few weeks ago a couple miles away from Slayer Central.

A replacement doctor came in a few weeks after the incident and while everyone was apprehensive at first but Dr. Grace agreed to do whatever they needed her to do to trust her. In the end Willow casted a truth spell on her anyone who had questioned Dr. Grace answered honestly. After an hour everyone seemed relieved and happy with their new doctor.

While Xander was reluctant to meet with Dr. Grace, Spike made a deal if Xander went to see her, he would as well. The fact that Spike was willing to do that after he told Xander vampires didn't do that type of thing meant a lot to him. Dr. Grace even let Spike come in with Xander for Xander's first appointment. At the end of the first appointment Dr. Grace prescribed Xander clonazepam for his anxiety. Being in the same building as the two men that made his life hell was one of the hardest things he'd ever dealt with.

At the beginning Xander was taking three of them a day. Working in the same building where Dr. Reynolds and Stephen were being held was more than just hard on him. Even though he knew there was no way either of them could escape Xander was terrified that Stephen could. All the scenarios that floated in his head were enough to drive any person mad. But now he was doing so much better only have to take one a day at most. Never did he think that he could get his life back in semi order.

There was a council meeting and Xander was having trouble focusing. His thoughts were elsewhere. He got the gist of what the topic of the meeting was though. Now that there are hundreds of slayers Giles decided to expand their training to include guerrilla tactics. There were more dangers in the world now and he wants to keep his slayers safe when going to battle. When it was time to vote he agreed with everyone else that it was a good idea. As soon as Giles declared the meeting over Xander was out of his seat and out the door before everyone else you would have thought it was the last day of school before summer.

"Xan-pet!" Spike called out as he chased after him. "What's wrong?" He asked when he caught up to Xander.

"Nothing. I mean not really. I'm just thinking," Xander babbled.

Spike placed his hand on Xander's cheek. He smiled when Xander leaned into his touch. "Tell me?"

"I-I'm doing so much better now after everything," Xander said.

"You are," Spike agreed.

Xander became a little nervous. "And I'm a lot stronger than I was three months ago." He watched as Spike nodded his head in agreement. "So I've been thinking of going down and talking to Dr. Reynolds and Stephen."

"No. You are not going to talk to either of them," Spike ordered.

"You may be my boyfriend but that doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do," Xander said angrily. "I was hoping you would support me. That you would I don't know offer to go down there with me in case I needed you." Xander took a step away from Spike.

Spike sighed. "You're right. I have no right to tell you what to do. It's just you've been doing so well. What if seeing either of them sets you back? First the first month you never left our room except to go to the bathroom."

That was something Xander would never forget. He recalled Spike bringing him every meal while he had to stop himself from hiding in the small closet every time he heard footsteps in the hall. "I remember, but I feel like this is something I have to do. This isn't something that I just decided to do. I've been thinking about this the last month."

"Why? Why do you want to do this? They don't deserve a bloody thing from you," Spike said.

"It has nothing to do with them. It has to do with me," Xander said. "I need to do this."

Knowing there was nothing he could say to convince Xander this was a horrible idea so Spike caved. "All right, if this is what you really want to do I'll be right there with you."

"Thank you," Xander said softly. "I need you to do something else for me."

"Anything," Spike said and wanted to kick himself. Somehow Spike knew he wasn't going to like this.

"I need you to not say anything when we see them," Xander said. He saw Spike open his mouth to protest but stopped him. "Not one word."

With a huff Spike agreed. "When do you want to see them?"

"Now," Xander said and started towards the staircase to go to the cells.

"Damn," Spike muttered to himself. He had hoped he had time to talk Xander out of it. By the time he got to the door Xander was already at the bottom of the stairs. When he reached Xander he grabbed his hand. "Are you sure about this, pet?"

"No," Xander said honestly. "But I have to."

They walked down the corridor together until they reached the two cells. They were noticed immediately. Dr. Reynolds stood up and walked over to the metal bars. "Xander, how are you doing? You're looking well."

"No, thanks to you," Xander said heatedly.

"I'm sorry you got hurt but I believed I was doing the right thing. And I still stand by my decision," Dr. Reynolds said.

There was shuffling coming from the cell next door. "It wasn't the right thing to do. You ruined not only Alexander's life but mine as well," Stephen said softly.

When Xander saw Stephen he backed up until his back hit the wall. Spike stepped in front of Xander shielding him.

"Stephen, I've told you multiple times drugs are not the answer. Dr. Grace is a quack. Drugging people does not make them better," Dr. Reynolds said annoyed.

"She's not a quack!" Stephen said angrily. He turned to Spike and Xander. "Dr. Grace has diagnosed me with bipolar. I know it doesn't excuse what I've done. But I'm on anti-psychotics and I'm doing so much better." His eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I know what I did was wrong now. What the council decided to do with me was to kind I deserve worse."

Spike snarled. "I agree!"

"Spike," Xander said softly. He somehow managed to make himself look at Stephen. "I'm glad that she's been helping you. That she is the type of doctor you should have had from the start."

"I wish my mom would have taken me to the doctor when I was a child. She always said that I was eccentric and that I should embrace it," Stephen said sadly. "I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness but I hope one day that you can forgive me. Maybe than one of us can."

Xander let out a shuddering breath. He believed Stephen was truly sorry for what he had done but that didn't change things. For any of them. "I don't know if I can ever do that, Stephen. I don't know if I can forgive either of you."

Dr. Reynolds huffed in exasperation that no one was listening to him. He's been a doctor for over twenty years he knew what he was doing. Dr. Grace was only going into her fifth year of practice. It was insulting. "I will not apologize for doing my job."

"You didn't do your job," Spike spat out.

"Don't," Xander said. "There is no point in talking to him. He is too ignorant to realize he is wrong. Let's go."

They were nearly down the hall when Stephen called Xander back. He wasn't shocked when Spike came back as well. "Are you happy, Alexander? With him?"

"I am," Xander answered.

Stephen was quiet for a minute. "Do you think… do you think you could have ever been happy with me?"

Spike gripped Xander's hand to the point where it hurt. "No, Stephen. I know that's not what you want to hear but Spike's the only one that can make me happy."

Stephen nodded. "I just had to know," he said before turning around and going to his cot.

"Let's get out of here," Spike said, pulling Xander towards the stairs. He didn't stop until they were in the game room which was empty. After closing the door he turned to Xander. "Are you all right, luv?"

"Surprisingly, yes," Xander said with a smile. He pulled Spike in for a kiss. When he pulled away he said, "You didn't stay quiet though," he accused.

Spike laughed. "Like either of us actually believed I would."

There was no way Xander could disagree with that. "Thank you for going with me."

"I'd do anything for you… except for keeping my bloody mouth shut," Spike said with a smirk.

"It's over. It's finally over," Xander said relieved. He stared at Spike with such love in eyes. "Thank you for sticking by me."

Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's larger frame. "Where else would I be?"

Xander kissed Spike. With a sigh he pulled away. "I should probably start working on the dorms again. I'm three months behind. I'll see you later."

"No," Spike said as he grabbed around the waist. "The dorms can wait one more day. We're are going out to celebrate."

"What do you have in mind?" Xander asked intrigued.

Spike leaned in and whispered something in Xander's ear. He felt the heat coming off of Xander's skin. He backed away. "What do you think?"

"I think we need to stop off at the store to pick up some whip cream and chocolate sauce," Xander said his voice husky.

"You come up with the best ideas," Spike replied. He thought of everything Xander's been through. "I'm so proud of you. You've suffered so much that would have made even the sanest of people go crazy. I'm sorry I tried to stop you from facing them. I was afraid," Spike admitted.

The thought of Spike being afraid over him didn't sit well with Xander. "I'm sorry."

"Don't ever be sorry for doing what you have to do," Spike almost growled his eyes flashing yellow. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, when he opened them again they were back to being blue.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I said what I needed to say. Neither of us will be seeing them again. It's all over. We are moving on from all of this together," Xander said certain of it.

Spike smiled. "Yes, we are." He knew it would never be completely over. There would be nightmares from time to time but he would always be there to make Xander feel better after them.

The End