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Hard Time

HARD TIME
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Author: BmblBee
Paring: Spander (of course)
Rating: NC-17
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.
AS 4





Thanks to the amazing Petxnd for the banner.


Spike had reacted the second he saw the man's eyes roll up in his head
and the papers drop from his hands and flutter to the floor. He had lurched
forward, catching the inmate and trying to break his fall. Spike's arms
screamed from the strain of trying to hold the dead weight and together
they tumbled and landed with a hard 'thump.'

Conway and Oz came running.
"What the fuck?"

Protectively, Oz shoved C.O. Conway back and he dropped to his
knees at his friends side, glaring at Spike accusingly.
"What the hell did you do to him?"

Lovingly, Spike scrambled to kneel and lifted Xander's head to rest
on his knees before shouting to Officer Conway.
"Get the first aid box. MOVE! Give me the ammonia stick and then
get the fuck back and give him some room."

Flabbergasted, Conway did as he was ordered, still panicking he
ran around the small enclosed office..
"Should I call medical? Do we need a wheel chair? Does he need
some water? Is he sick? Oh, Lord, Spike, is he dead?"

Oz had retrieved a brown paper towel and soaked it in cool water
which he placed on Xander's head. Spike nodded his thanks.
"He's not dead, he just passed out. Did you find the fucking
ammonia?"

Conway dumped the entire contents of the first aid kit and with shaking
fumbling hands finally found what he was looking for. Quickly, Spike
snapped it in half and waved it under Xander's nose.

At first it had no effect, but the second time brought the expected
reaction. Xander jerked, startled and confused, he tried to jump to his
feet only to have Spike and Oz both lay a hand on him.
"Whoa, take it easy. Just wait a minute and breathe, Pet."

Xander waited while the familiar terror of the last time this had happened
rushed through him before he recalled that that time was long passed.
He looked up into the clear blue eyes and felt the fog of confusion slowly
begin to float away.

Then, in a sudden snap of comprehension, Xander sat bolt upright.
"Fucking Frogs, Spike! Warren my fucking ass, the man in those pictures
is JESSE! He's alive. There is no fucking murderer cause there was no
fucking murder. JESSE'S ALIVE!"

An expression of shock swept across Spike's face so fast, Conway thought
maybe he should snap another stick just to be safe, but before he could
act or even speak, Spike jumped to his feet. A move so unexpected, it
allowed Xander's head to drop back and bounce off the hard tile floor.

"OUCH!"

Spike ran to the steel door, shouting orders back over his shoulder.
"Leave 'em locked down. I need to run out to my car. Call down to ''D"
unit and tell O'Connor we are running late on our rec time and need to
combine our housing units in the yard. I'll be right back."

Before Conway could ask anything, Spike was already gone and the
steel door swung shut.

Calmly, Oz climbed to his feet and picked up his push broom.
"You want I should finish sweeping?"

"Ah....I...Um...you...um..."
Conway stood by where Xander still sat on the floor rubbing the
goose egg on the back of his head.

Taking pity on the C.O., Oz set aside his broom and took Conway by the arm.
He led him into the office and pushed his shoulder, encouraging him to sit.

"Call down to "D" unit and tell the C.O. what Spike said. That means we still
have a half an hour till time to move out. I'll take Xander to the washroom
and help him splash some cold water on his face. He will be fine. Do you
need to do the same?"

Conway growled at the insult but greatfully did as he was told.


Angel fussed around his office. They had 30 minutes before rec period
and he hoped like hell that Giles got his official ass down here before then.
Just as he was suspecting that he had been played...again, his door
opened and the Warden strutted in like the Queen at Buckingham fucking
Palace.

"Good day, officers."

Every eye in the dayroom snapped to the right. Although not many of the
inmates had ever actually seen him, they all knew who the warden was.
They also knew his word, like forgiveness from the Pope, could mean
freedom from the chains that bind.

Each inmate sat up straight. They closed their mouths and they smiled
their best Sunday school smile. Those that had teeth showed them.

"Where are our little troublemakers?"

Angel flinched slightly.
"They are locked down, Sir."

Giles was thrilled. It was exactly where he wanted them. Outwardly,
however, he raised his eyebrows in disapproval.
"Really, Mr. O'Connor, you are well aware that it violates their rights
to be on cell confinement without an official sanction."

"Yes, Sir, sorry. Day shift did it. I was just about to let them out. I will
enter it into my log that DAYSHIFT improperly locked them down."

"No, no. just leave them in for now. I will speak to them in their cell. This
really shouldn't be shared with the rest of the inmates anyway. After I go,
though, I do expect them to be allowed to make the outside movement
with the rest of the unit. Now, what cell are they in?"

"#12, Sir. Do you want an escort?"

"No, I'm sure I can handle this alone."
Giles let his eyes wander up and down Angel's body, making no attempt to
disguise the disdain. Angel couldn't have cared less, as long as this
nightmare was coming to an end.

Giles passed through the dayroom and acknowledged the murmurs of
"Mr. Giles. Good afternoon Sir."
with a regal wave of his hand.

When he arrived at cell #12, he stopped and waited till he heard the buzzer
of the door lock. He then swung the cell door open and held it at an
angle that he knew blocked their view from up the hallway and he kept
his voice low.

"What the fuck are you two up too now?"

MoMac scratched his nuts and climbed off his bottom bunk. Leroy
rolled over on his side on the top bed and watched.

"We ain't done shit. That bitch guard on days got the hots for us and
if she can't fuck us, she locks us up. I think we might just file an
official complaint."
Leroy snickered.

Giles rolled his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up you fucking morons. Now, listen. Today is the day. The
whole unit is going to outside movement in just a few minutes. You need
to remember to do it when there is another inmate standing by that way I
will make sure he takes the blame and you two will get your early release."

MoMac squinted and stepped up till they were nose to nose.
"You fuck with us on this and we both squeal like stuck pigs. You
fucking understand? Don't think we will go out quiet if you welch."

Giles lip curled up in disdane.
"Just do what you were told and we both win. You fuck up now and
I can guarantee you will never see freedom again, so you can save your
weak threats."

MoMac nodded and took a step back.
"Yeah, o.k., you got it?"

Giles glanced to assure himself that they could not be seen before reaching
into his expensive suit pocket. He withdrew the crude, homemade shank that
he had stolen from the evidence room and he handed it over.

MoMac whistled low and slow.
"Oh, yeah, this will do the fucking job."

Giles closed the cell door and walked away.
There was nothing more to say.
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