Title: House Arrest 6/20 + Epilogue

Author: Forsaken2003

Pairing: William/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: William is under house arrest after assaulting his teacher. When he starts people watching he notices something strange about his neighbour.
Warnings/Spoilers: Human Verse. Out of Character.

Note: (An S/X adaptation if the movie 'Disturbia'.) Uses actual dialogue from the movie Please don't sue!

Beta'd by: Whichclothes

Part Six

William's hand fell onto the doorknob of his dad's office. Slowly he turned the knob and he pushed it open. He stood in the doorway, and took a moment to consider what he was about to do. He stepped inside and went to the window; gently he pulled the blind up to reveal Xander's backyard.

He peered down and saw Xander and his mom by the swimming pool. Xander disappeared through the back door. William tilted his head up and curiously gazed curiously through the open windows on the second floor of Xander's house.

William squinted and stepped closer. He saw an unmade bed, stacks of open moving boxes and movie posters that waited to be hung.

Xander walked into the room. He dug through the clothes from the boxes, and stuffed them into dresser drawers. Then he yanked off his t-shirt and Xander pulled out a towel from one of the many boxes and disappeared into the bathroom. William was left to stare at the empty room.

The front door swung open to reveal Oz, DV camera in hand. He wore aviator shades, half a dozen leis and a Hawaiian shirt. "Aloooha Senor Wi- Dude, you look like hell."

William stood in front of Oz with patchy stubble, wearing a bathrobe and a shrunken t-shirt that used to be white but was now light pink. He held his bat in one hand. When William realized who it was he smiled and hugged Oz tight.

William led Oz up the stairs and to the window. "Seriously man, you need some sun," Oz commented.

William looked anxious. "I've got something to show you." He became slightly crazed. "I mean... there's such structure to it, so many layers, but it's invisible if you're not looking close enough..."

"Dude, what are you talking about?" Oz asked looking at his friend like he was nuts.

"The world right outside the window." William gestured out the window. Oz looked out; they peered down to the Pilches backyard. A Ford Escort was in the drive. Besides that, all was quiet.

Oz stared for a moment seeing if he was missing something. When he decided he wasn't he answered, "Fascinating."

William eyed his watch. "Just wait... and... Three... two... one... dog..."

The Pilches dog darted out the back door, then … "Mrs. Pilch saying goodbye to Lonnie..."

"Husband?" Oz questioned still not understanding.

William shook his head excitedly. "Maid."

Mrs. Pilch, who wore an unflattering tennis skirt, exited the house. The dog hopped around her as she waved back to her heavy-set, male maid, Lonnie.

"Four o'clock every Thursday, she goes to the country club to play tennis with Betty Big-Bangs there." William and Oz watched as Mrs. Pilch headed down the walkway met her rail-thin 50-ish female tennis partner at the curb. As they walked away, the dog tried to follow but got zapped by the electric fence and yelped back into the house. "And... ladies disappear... cue white Mercedes... Mr. Pilch, arriving from the office..."

A white Mercedes pulls in the driveway. Mr. Pilch got out carrying a briefcase and flowers.

"Great, that still doesn't explain why you're in a bathrobe at four in the afternoon." Oz stated. "You don't smell so spring fresh either!"

William pulled Oz closer. "Will you just look?"

"Dude, he's gonna see…" Oz started but William cut him off.

"He can't. We don't have any lights on. Plus the angle's sharper from ground level, it only seems like he could see us. I did the math." William explained as he continued to watch his neighbor.

Oz rolled his eyes. "Oh, you did the math."

"Optical illusion, line-of-sight doesn't apply to the subject," William said as if it made complete sense.

"Will…" Oz was really becoming worried about his friend.

Ignoring anything his friend was going to say William kept talking. "Now tilt your gaze up..."

Both of them looked up at the Pilches bedroom window. Lonnie vacuumed as Mr. Pilch entered the room behind him. Mr. Pilch unplugged the vacuum, cutting the power to the vacuum. Lonnie was startled and turned around. He saw Pilch standing there with the flowers and a big smile. Lonnie jumped in Pilches arms, and kissed him passionately.

"DAMN!" Oz yelled and laughed loudly. This was better than the day time television his grandparents loved to watch.

William slapped his hand over Oz's mouth. "C'mon, there's more," William said, wound up.

"What, I go to Maui, you become a stalker?" Oz asked making a mental note to never leave William alone on vacation again.

"No, stalking is for psychos. These are just simple observations... natural side effects of chronic boredom," William said as he headed away knowing Oz would follow.

"Find your passion, Will," Oz pleaded and followed behind

William led Oz to the window in his bedroom. Oz took in the mess in William's room. The scuff marks on the walls and the completed Twinkie Tower. He glanced to the desk and saw a penciled geometric diagram of William's line-of-sight spying theory. Shit, Will wasn't lying… he did do the math.

"So... Fred Michaels..." William started and pointed to the next neighbor on his watchers list.

In the yard across from William's back yard was Fred Michaels, gassing up his lawnmower in the driveway. He was in his early 40's, clean-cut, fit, pretty decent looking. He closed the garage door using a remote, and then fired up the mower; he pushed it around the side of his house toward the front yard.

"He's lived there a couple of years, but I've never noticed he mows his lawn every two days." William said in awe. How could he have never noticed that before?

"Huh, I guess he likes his grass short," Oz commented.

William pointed to the house next to Michaels's. "Here's the little shit baggers I was telling you about, remember?"

"Oh, the ding-dong ditch?" Oz asked, and William nodded. "So what's the plan for the counterattack?"

William shook his head. "I don't know. I'm keeping my options open."

They made their way to Ethan's office. Slowly William pushed on the door and it creaked open. He tilted his head, listening. Then a splash came making William smile.

"What was that?" Oz asked. By the look on William's face it was a new boy crush. Oz followed William to the window.

"Last stop on the tour," William whispered, entranced by the vision in front of him.

Xander swam the length of the pool underwater. He finally surfaced in his dark green swim suit. Water dripped down his tanned skin. He shook his head sending specks of water everywhere.

"Oh- my- God. Who be he?" Oz asked flabbergasted. He was totally straight but he was one to give credit where credit was due. This guy was hot!

They watched as Xander stepped out of the pool, and toweled off. He then lay on the lounge chair, letting the sun dry off the rest of the water that remained on his sun-kissed skin.

"Don't know. Not really… know his name is Xander," William offered pathetically as he leaned his arm against the window sill and stared.

"Dude, what's stopping you?" Oz demanded to know. Never had he seen William so smitten.

William looked down at his ankle but thought about what Oz said.