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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Xander stood, his arms hanging limply at his sides. He faced the inside
of his steel cell door and he waited. He knew why he had agreed to
get up and follow the guard's orders. It was because he simply didn't
know what else to do. His life was no longer his own.
After a couple minutes, the familiar buzzing and metallic click sound
signaled the automatic release of his cell door lock so he pushed it
opened and stepped outside. He turned and faced toward the now
quiet dayroom and, again, he waited.
"Let's go, Harris. The meatloaf is getting cold."
Xander clasped his hands behind his back, hung his head and walked
up the long hallway. When he stepped into the brightly overlit area, he
was greatly relieved to see it empty with the exception of C.O.Pratt.
"Come on, Harris, relax. Have a seat. You must be hungry."
"No, sir. No thank you."
"Bull shit. Get your arse over here and eat something. Believe me,
it is a lot better than having medical run a feeding tube down your throat
and force feeding you."
Xander flinched. He didn't know if that was true or not, but it wasn't
something he wanted to test. Easing forward, he sat down at the
round game table where his food tray sat, the lump of grey-brown
meat was gelling in an odd smelling gravy.
His stomach betrayed him by growling loudly, eager to be filled.
His breath hitched in an attempt to not start crying again and he picked
up his plastic spork. He stabbed the meat a couple time and when he was
certain that it would not squirm away, he cut into it.
Spike watched him silently. If the man was not completely broken, he
sure wasn't far from it.
"You know, Harris, a lot of people have been able to adjust to life
here and have, in fact, found new purpose. You can't let this beat
Xander threw down his multipurpose utensil and stared into the clear blue
"But I'm innocent. I didn't do this! I loved Jesse and I would never hurt him.
Someone else killed him and the killer is still out there."
Spike sighed and handed him the spork encouraging him to continue eating.
"Harris, I'm not the one you need to convince. I don't have any authority
in your case. My job is all about the here and now. Look at it this way.
If you were in a car accident that was NOT your fault, but you were
hurt, say paralyzed, it would be a life altering event. It is not what
you planned and it is not what you wanted for your life, but it is what you
are stuck with. Now, you need to stop wishing for what isn't and face
what is. The longer you hide out, the harder it is going to be."
"I'll never have a job. I'll miss my friends and family."
"In time, you can get a job here. Your family can visit and write you.
You can make friends here."
Xander dropped his head and placed his hands in his lap.
"No one will ever love me."
Spike placed his hand on the inmate's shoulder.
"You don't have to be in prison to fear that. Listen to me Harris.
You are here. Period. Now, you can make your time hard or easy.
It's all up to you. Your celly, Osborn, knows the system. Take
advantage of that and use him."
Xander immediately blushed. He looked away, hoping the guilt wasn't
obvious in his expression. He was NOT about to admit that Oz had
been comforting him when he cried. It was just too girly.
Spike picked up on the look and interpreted it immediately but
incorrectly. He assumed the guilt was over a sexual relationship
that was developing between the two men. Policy deemed they
should be unbunked if there were any indication or suspicion
of sexual activity, but Spike quickly made a decision.
For now, he would ignore it.
If that was the only thread holding Harris to sanity, who was Spike
to wield the scissors and cut it? No, he would leave it alone and
try to encourage Harris to stand on his own. When he was stronger,
beginning to adapt and function, then he would unbunk them.
"Tell you what. You eat everything on your tray and stay out in
the dayroom for the rest of my shift and before I go home, I'll go
down to the vending machines and get you a chocolate bar."
Xander's eyes lit up and he almost smiled. He hadn't tasted chocolate
since he had been locked up in county during his trial. It was a
kindness and human connection he had all but given up on.
Quickly, the red tint to his eyes and nose darkened as he again fought
the need to cry. Dropping his head, he nodded and dove into the nasty,
Within minutes, the steel door flew open and the voices of the inmates
as they counted themselves through the door way boomed, followed
by the rowdy sound of activity. Each group claimed their designated
area and the bullshit challenges began.
Spike saw the flash of panic as it crossed Xander's face and he knew
the man was about to bolt. Acting quickly, Spike rose from the game
table and began working the room. He joked easily with the other
inmates who bombarded him with questions about their rec period
and how they could get new shirts, shoes, or why the commissary was
Xander watched intently, noting that C.O. Pratt allowed them to call
him 'Spike'. He wondered if he could summon up the nerve to do
Spike fielded it all and paused when he came to the card table where
Oz sat dealing a hand of spades.
"Hey, Osborn, seems medical has finally cleared your celly. That
flu bug he had is gone, how about you let him sit in on a hand or two?"
One of the other inmates at the table frowned.
"Flu? Whuz up, Oz, man? You never said he was sick."
Oz tipped his head for Xander to take the empty seat and he continued
"Yeah, well if I told you he came in sick, you bitches woulda acted like he
was a leper or somethin'. Now you gonna play or what?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna play. Just don't want him coughin' on me
The table relaxed and Xander cautiously sat down. Any curiosity or
interest the others had in him died quickly and the dorm program was
soon in full swing.
Spike returned to the office and joined his partner who had been watching
the whole thing through the glass wall.
"Well, well, appears you have done your good deed for the day."
"Yep, another problem averted."
Silently, Spike took a few minutes to watch. Only one thing about the
whole scenario still bothered him. Spike had had thousands of inmates
profess their innocence to him over the years, but this one.......
Something about the look in those deep brown eyes........
Spike shook his head to clear his thoughts then focused his attention
on his paperwork and upcoming head count, dismissing all other
ideas as irrelevant.