Title: Facing Their Pasts 7/9+Epilogue
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: A Sequel to 'Imprisonments'. The past comes back for both boys.
Warnings/Spoilers: Human verse and OOC
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Part Seven
It had been two weeks since Elliot left. He promised to call William, wanting to stay in touch as much as possible and saying he couldn't wait to have them come visit him. Things were quiet and basically back to how things were before Elliot came to visit with some minor changes. William officially moved into Xander's room and Xander started going out more.
It was a complete shock to William when Xander asked him if he wanted to go to the park. It was a sunny day and no doubt that there would be a lot of kids there. Xander simply shrugged and pulled out a new pair of sun glasses that cover the patch and pulled a baseball cap over his head that covered the band. It turned out to be a great day apart from William getting a small sun-burn.
Later they cuddled up the couch to watch Wild Things. It shocked them both when there was an actual plot to the movie and that is wasn't just about sex. The phone rang and they both groaned and played rock, paper, scissors to see who had to get up and get it. Xander lost. With a put upon sigh he heaved himself of the couch; William slapped him on his ass with a grin on his face while Xander walked past him. Xander always picked rock.
"Hello?" Xander said when he answered the phone after the fourth ring.
"Hello, is Alexander Harris there?" said a man's voice came from the other end.
Xander rolled his eyes; the only people that call him by his full name were Mr. Pratt and telemarketers. "Listen, I'm not interested in whatever you're selling and if this is the cable company I already sent the cheque in."
"I'm not selling anything. I don't know if you remember me. It's been a long time, five years actually," the man said. "My name is Bob Martin."
"What the hell do you want?"
Xander demanded, his voice grew loud and angry. His body tensed up.
William's attention was instantly taken away from the movie. He pushed himself off the couch and was behind Xander his hands on his shoulders.
"I know you're mad and you have every right to be," Bob said. He became silent trying to figure out just what to say. "I just wanted to apologize."
"You want to apologize?" Xander said mockingly. "You drove drunk and could have killed someone! Your ruined my life for five years. Cram your apology up your ass and go to hell." He pressed the off button and flung the phone across the room. It shattered into pieces and left a dent in the wall.
William wrapped his arms around Xander. "Are you all right?"
"What fucking right does he have to call me?" Xander spat the words out.
"He doesn't," William murmured. "Come on, luv." He coaxed Xander back to the couch. He wrapped a blanket around the two of them. Xander was shaking.
Xander buried himself against William. "Five years and he just expected me to forgive him?"
"It's not uncommon for people to track down their victims to apologize," William told Xander.
"So you're taking his side?" Xander asked, pushing himself away from William with a glare.
William's eyes widened. "No, I'm just saying."
"Well don't say it!" Xander all but growled at William.
"Xan…" William tried to back track as he tried to figure out how he became the bad guy.
Xander jumped from the couch. "I'm going to bed." He left slamming the door so hard that the pictures on the wall shook.
William banged his head on back of the couch.
It wasn't until late when William dragged himself to bed. He was surprised to find Xander still awake. Xander had wrapped himself around William's pillow. Quickly stripping his shirt and jeans off, William climbed in behind Xander. "Are you still mad at me?" William asked.
"No, I wasn't mad at you. I'm sorry," Xander replied quietly. "None of this is your fault." He turned around and pulled William to him and rested his head on William's shoulder. "Forgive me?"
"Was never mad at you, Xan," William assured him. "I know this is tough on you, it's understandable."
Xander groaned. "What if he contacts me again?"
"Maybe you should hear him out?" William raised his hand stopping Xander from protesting. "It has nothing to do with making him feel better, but maybe it will give you some closure."
"I'll think about. But I'm not going to try and track him down," Xander declared taking a deep breath.
William nodded, accepting his answer. He wouldn't normally recommend Xander talk to the man that had taken five years of his life away but William honestly believed it could be good for Xander. He just hoped he was right.