Deeds and Service
Epilogue
The beep of the heart monitor was a steady drone Spike was glad to ignore. He wouldn't have to listen to it much longer and each beat was a constant reminder his son was alive and ticking. He didn't look it to see him, his face was drawn and pale with dark smudges under his eyes. His body was growing thin while his reserves and fats were eaten up to accelerate his healing.
Social workers had been and gone determining the damage done to the boy in such a short amount of time was no uncommon in this town and warranted no further investigation. Spike had to wonder how many abusive parents had gotten away with murder due to the Hellmouth. He knew Frank Harris had gotten away with it even as his bitterness grew, it had killed him in the end, but then again he was only one man.
Secretly Spike admired Doctor Hendricks for calling the Social Workers even as he grumbled about them thinking he could do such a thing.
Giles and rest of the Scoobies took shifts during the day to sit by Xander's side during visiting hours once he had been taken to a private room. Spike and Angel had been given special clearance to sit at night with him on account Xander had started cussing out the nurse who tried to force both Vampires to leave. No one even questioned Angel being his grandfather. In this town weirder things had happened.
"Dad?"
Spike smiled and looked up from the small book he was reading, "I love it when you say that."
Xander smiled a little, "I loving being able to say that and not have the pain behind it. It's a good feeling."
"Yes it is," Spike agreed, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I'm in a hospital." Xander replied with a slight laugh, "I think I can feel my heart healing and I'm not just talk about the physical one.well that one too."
"It's always good to let yourself heal son," Spike said softly, "Healing is what the bravest man can some times not do."
Xander nodded. "I'm sorry about before," he said in confession, "I know you're not him, but after he was killed I don't know, it was like I was reliving every year in this house only in techno color and surround sound"
"I know" Spike said with a sad smile, "Get some rest, I'm sure you will want your rest tomorrow."
"Going home sounds good about now you know," Xander smiled already drifting off, "Warm bed, good friends, better food, Twinkies."
Spike smiled and went back to his book.
***
Sam sat on top of old crypt watching the sun rise. It was always a spectacular sight, something he had grown to appreciate over the last few days. The Methigh Shadow would always be with him, bonded as it was to his Areal physiology, Sam would have to learn to deal with it just as he had learned to deal with the Oracle blood his mother had given him.
Xander would be out of the hospital tonight and his friends had planed an all night moving fest to celebrate. Sam had politely declined the invitation. He had some preparations to make and a new place to move into. He's see this out even if it killed him.
It almost had, but he was sure the near miss with the Methigh was just the tip of the ice Berge. One that was going to show its fangs very soon. Ice and fire was coming. A new friend would emerge from nowhere and an old enemy would arise. Xander was going to be caught in the middle of it, that Sam was sure of. There was just something about being the first and only fully human child born of a vampire and a human that made him so special the gods themselves were fighting for him.
Sam sighed and jumped off the edge of the crypt and headed for his new home weary of the fact there was nothing he could do but wait for someone to strike and make the play for what ever prize the Diamphire was.
Who won, would be heaven or hell.
Stay tuned for scenes from the next Ordinary People:
Interlude: Forgotten Pasts
Epilogue
The beep of the heart monitor was a steady drone Spike was glad to ignore. He wouldn't have to listen to it much longer and each beat was a constant reminder his son was alive and ticking. He didn't look it to see him, his face was drawn and pale with dark smudges under his eyes. His body was growing thin while his reserves and fats were eaten up to accelerate his healing.
Social workers had been and gone determining the damage done to the boy in such a short amount of time was no uncommon in this town and warranted no further investigation. Spike had to wonder how many abusive parents had gotten away with murder due to the Hellmouth. He knew Frank Harris had gotten away with it even as his bitterness grew, it had killed him in the end, but then again he was only one man.
Secretly Spike admired Doctor Hendricks for calling the Social Workers even as he grumbled about them thinking he could do such a thing.
Giles and rest of the Scoobies took shifts during the day to sit by Xander's side during visiting hours once he had been taken to a private room. Spike and Angel had been given special clearance to sit at night with him on account Xander had started cussing out the nurse who tried to force both Vampires to leave. No one even questioned Angel being his grandfather. In this town weirder things had happened.
"Dad?"
Spike smiled and looked up from the small book he was reading, "I love it when you say that."
Xander smiled a little, "I loving being able to say that and not have the pain behind it. It's a good feeling."
"Yes it is," Spike agreed, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I'm in a hospital." Xander replied with a slight laugh, "I think I can feel my heart healing and I'm not just talk about the physical one.well that one too."
"It's always good to let yourself heal son," Spike said softly, "Healing is what the bravest man can some times not do."
Xander nodded. "I'm sorry about before," he said in confession, "I know you're not him, but after he was killed I don't know, it was like I was reliving every year in this house only in techno color and surround sound"
"I know" Spike said with a sad smile, "Get some rest, I'm sure you will want your rest tomorrow."
"Going home sounds good about now you know," Xander smiled already drifting off, "Warm bed, good friends, better food, Twinkies."
Spike smiled and went back to his book.
***
Sam sat on top of old crypt watching the sun rise. It was always a spectacular sight, something he had grown to appreciate over the last few days. The Methigh Shadow would always be with him, bonded as it was to his Areal physiology, Sam would have to learn to deal with it just as he had learned to deal with the Oracle blood his mother had given him.
Xander would be out of the hospital tonight and his friends had planed an all night moving fest to celebrate. Sam had politely declined the invitation. He had some preparations to make and a new place to move into. He's see this out even if it killed him.
It almost had, but he was sure the near miss with the Methigh was just the tip of the ice Berge. One that was going to show its fangs very soon. Ice and fire was coming. A new friend would emerge from nowhere and an old enemy would arise. Xander was going to be caught in the middle of it, that Sam was sure of. There was just something about being the first and only fully human child born of a vampire and a human that made him so special the gods themselves were fighting for him.
Sam sighed and jumped off the edge of the crypt and headed for his new home weary of the fact there was nothing he could do but wait for someone to strike and make the play for what ever prize the Diamphire was.
Who won, would be heaven or hell.
Stay tuned for scenes from the next Ordinary People:
Interlude: Forgotten Pasts