Paring: Spander (of course)
Warnings: Bad language and explicit sexual m/m activity.
Summary: Xander is wrongly convicted of murder and sent
to Riverview Correctional Institution where Spike is a guard.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named in
this story and sadly, make no profit.
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Spike felt great. There was a bounce in his step and a song in his heart.
He was just coming off his two days and they had been VERY relaxing.
He had gone down to Mansfield to the gay bar district and really
cut loose. He got brain slamming drunk, let a good looking steel
worker pick him up and together they had gotten off a record number of
It wasn't what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, but sometimes,
in order to blot out all thoughts of a stressful job, it was what he
needed to just blow off steam.
Unlike a lot of the C.O.'s he didn't hang with them on the off hours.
He had gone out a few time for an after work beer or five, but he
knew better than to make it a habit. Spike's personal life was his own
and he liked it that way.
Kicking back happily, Faith joined him at roll call.
"Well, don't you look smug. Get lucky?"
Spike chuckled. There were few people he would talk to like this
but a partnership in this type of job built a trust and connection that
went beyond 'I've got your back'.
"Maybe. Let's just say I hope your days off go as well."
Spike waggled his eyebrows and Faith laughed out loud. Before they
had time to get into specifics, roll call was started. Patiently, the
partners sat back and half listened as the Sgt. read through the usual
list of fights, gambling rings discovered, gang scrolls confiscated and food
fights in the dietary.
When he got to the new inmates added to the red flag list, Spike was
shocked to hear one of them was his. Leaning over, he whispered to
"Who has medical red flagged?"
"New guy. Harris. He won't come out of his cell and he has refused
"Fuck! Has anyone talked to him?"
"We tried. So far, no response. Psych is holding a meeting today
to decide to put him on suicide watch."
"Son of a bitch!"
"Don't know. I never met his mother."
Spike rolled his eyes at her attempt at humor. His good mood had melted
away and couldn't wait for roll call to be over. He had been on duty one
time, nearly three years ago when there had been a completed suicide
in the institution and he swore it would never again happen and NEVER
on his unit.
Not if he could help it.
Minutes later he entered the housing unit, marching straight to the
office where Riley Finn was waiting impatiently to go home.
"Hey, Spike. Damn, I'm glad to see you."
He grabbed up his bag and headed for the door where Spike
stopped him before he could leave.
"Wait. I hear Harris is red flagged. You try to talk to him? You try to
get him to eat?"
C.O. Finn just shrugged.
"Nah, way I figure it if he gets hungry enough, he'll eat. Look, anything
else you want to know is in the log, I gotta go."
Spike watched with disgust as the day shift officer disappeared through the
steel door before turning his attention to the activity in the dayroom. Looking
around, he quickly found what he wanted and called out.
"Osborn! In the office! Now!"
The other inmates watched the redhead rise and walk through the group
most were curious as to what he was being called in on, all were glad
it wasn't them.
"Close the door behind you."
Oz did as he was told and waited calmly.
"What's up with your cellmate?"
"Yeah, I see he won't come out and he won't eat. You talk to him
"Don't play fucking games with me. Is he cracking up or not?"
Oz tipped his head slightly and looked into Spike's eyes. He had been
locked up a dozen times beginning from the time he was 12 years old.
Since then he had seen all types of guards. Good ones bad ones and
the ones who were only here for a paycheck.
The jury was still out on this one. The other inmates had said he was fair,
but that wasn't enough. Oz was not a squealer, and he sure had no intention
of admitting that he had been sleeping, spooning his cellmate just to stop
the gut wrenching sobs that started at lights out and stopped at morning head
No, some things between cell mates were best kept behind locked bars.
"Don't know about cracking up, but he is taking a while to adjust."
Spike was alarmed. Not by the words, but by the look in Osborn's
face. Harris was sinking fast and if someone didn't get to him with
a life raft soon, he may just drown.
After dismissing him, Spike turned to his partner.
"Watch the dayroom, I'm going to go down and see what I can do. Also,
call down to dietary and have a supper tray sent up. Tell them medical
approved it. If they check, I'll take the heat for the lie."
Faith nodded and picked up the phone as Spike left the office and
headed down the long hallway that ran off the center of the dayroom.
There were 15 cells on each side of the hall and an emergency escape
door at the far end.
Spike stopped at cell #3 and, using his key, opened the steel door.
Reaching in, he flipped the switch flooding the room with light.
Harris laid, curled in a fetal position, on the bottom bunk, face to the wall.
He got no response and really hadn't expected one. Walking over, he
kicked his foot against the metal bed frame causing it to jostle.
"HARRIS! Look at me when I talk to you."
Immediately, Xander flipped over and scowled, glaring at him with
red, tear swollen eyes.
Spike was immensely relieved. He was at least still responding.
"I can't let you do this, Harris."
Xander wiped his nose on his pillow and the tears again rolled down his face.
"I can't do this. I can't live like this."
Spike sat down on the edge of his bunk and rested his forearms on his
knees, clasping his hands together.
"I don't know what to tell you. You're here. Period. We are not going to
let you die and only you can find a way to live. Now, in about ten minutes,
my partner is going to take the rest of the unit to chow. When they are gone
I expect you to get up, wash your face and come out to the dayroom.
I ordered you a supper tray and I am going to make sure you eat it."
"I don't want any...."
"Harris, this is not negotiable and I didn't ask what you wanted. Now,
you have ten minutes. Don't make me come back down here."
Xander watched the guard leave the cell and he sniffed. Without thinking
why, he dragged himself out of the bed and went to the sink to splash
some cold water.