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.
Hard Time is based on a story idea from Ladyvirgo.
Thanks to the amazing Petxnd for the banner.
Giles leaned so far forward out the opening of the gun tower, that
C.O. Lineman was afraid he just might topple over. He wondered
casually if it was in his job description to pull him back in.
Finally, the guard noticed what had held the warden's rapt attention. Two
inmates in the far corner of the compound were arguing and shoving. From
their distance above, they were unable to discern specifics from the yard
other than the sound of voices, shouting, yelling and the general anonymous
noise of a crowd. It seemed no different than if they were in a ballpark
enjoying a pleasant afternoon.
Even though he was fairly new and inexperienced, Lineman could tell this
was no group of fans cheering on their favorite team. No, something about
this rec period was beginning to feel wrong.
The two men in the tower watched as C.O. Pratt started toward the fight
which had quickly escalated. They watched with unease as the other inmates
failed to respond to the verbal commands of the other officers to get up
against the walls.
Giles breath quickened and his heart began to pound as he watched the
players on the field begin to shift position. Almost like actors who were
prepared to find their stage marks, a huge group of the inmates formed a
rolling wave of human flesh that began to rush toward the action.
At the same time, the sound lifting upward changed. First, a low hum of
voices, it then next fell temporarily silent before it roared to life like one
fierce growling monster.
No longer concerned with the Warden's approval of him, Lineman
reached for the red button on the console of his desk. When his fingers
were less than an inch from it, the siren blasted, catching him off guard
and causing him to stumble back before realizing that one of the officers
in the yard must have pushed it.
He knew the situation below them was becoming dire.
Turning quickly back to his post, Lineman suddenly realized he was
still clutching the high powered rifle in his clammy hand.
"Sir, should I...."
Giles legs shook and his armpits were soaked with sweat. His stomach
and bowels were twisted in a knot and he knew this was it. Timing was
everything. Off to the left, he now saw his two puppets charging toward
the area of the picnic tables. They were moving around and behind where
Angel and one of his inmates stood, their attention focused on the action
in the center of the yard.
Giles then saw C.O. Jackson who had clearly understood what was
happening. Her mouth opened wide as she attempted to warn her partner.
Her face strained in horror as she realized she was too far away and nothing
she was shouting could be heard. Angel remained oblivious, thinking the
danger was in the altercation by the fence..
"Come on. Damn it, come on."
Giles voice was low as he pounded his fist on the window frame and
Believing the warden to be praying for assistance and back up, Lineman
aimed the high powered rifle toward an area of the yard far from the activity.
When he realized what was about to happen, Giles grabbed the barrel of
the rifle and jerked it out of the startled officer's hands.
"No! I said don't shoot! Are you that stupid? Haven't you been properly
trained in this type of situation?"
"I'm sorry...no, Sir, I....."
Pulling the rifle from the officer's hands, Giles clutched it to his heaving
chest and he continued to watch. He only hoped he didn't drop dead
from a heart attack before this was all over.
Xander had completed his second lap and was about to begin the third
when he was surprised to see Spike heading in the opposite direction.
Instantly he became annoyed. He had a million questions and wanted
to talk. Stopping, with his hands on his hips, Xander looked in the
direction that Spike was going and soon noticed the verbal challenge
between the inmates in cell #10 had escalated.
After watching for less than a minute, Xander was stunned to see one
punch the other and Spike taking off at a run. Fights in the yard were
common, everyday experiences, but this one was different. Only the
weaker cons openly fought. Major players like Steele and Barnhart
settled their conflicts in other ways. Low key, undercover ways that
flew under the radar.
Oz shouted at Xander's retreating back before turning, himself and dashing
to stand obiediently against the nearest brick wall. Whatever happened, Oz
wanted no part of it. He wanted to survive to see another day.
Just steps away, Xander saw Spike swing and slam his sap down across
the back of Rug's head and the inmate flop to the side. He caught a
glimpse of the bloody grin on Steele's face before two more convicts
jumped on Spike's back, knocking him to the ground.
Xander immediately pulled one off and Spike came up swinging, slamming
the solid weapon across one inmate's stomach and the other's face.
Xander ducked just in time. Together, they stood, side by side against
the chaos that escalated around them.
MoMac and Roy hadn't counted on the all out riot that the fight had caused,
but it couldn't have worked out better. Hate and violence were comfortable
to them and allowed them to move about unnoticed.
Smelling death in the air, the "D" unit inmate that had, up to now, clung
closely to Angel's side for security, began backing away with a look of
horror in his eyes. Angel responded to the strange expression with curiosity
Flying around the perimeter of the action, Leroy reached C.O. O'Connor
first. Grabbing him from behind, he slammed the startled guard flat against
his body and held him tightly in a head lock with his forearm against Angel's
throat and cutting off his air.
Angel barely had time to realize what had happened and begin to struggle.
Without pause, MoMac ran up on them and shoved the shank deeply
into Angel's body.
"SHOOT! JESUS CHRIST, SIR, SHOOT THE FUCKING GUN!!"
Giles knew it was too late for warning shots and the back door of the
yard had just burst open, flooding the compound with armed, charging,
officers, all in full battle gear and fanning out in all areas.
Immediately, he took aim and pulled the trigger.
From his lofty vantage point, C.O. Lineman gasp as he watched the
back of MoMac's skull explode into bloody shards. Before he could
comment, Giles swung marginally to the left and fired again, this time
causing Leroy Brown to fly up and off his feet before dropping to the
ground just as three of the riot squad reached them.
C.O. Jackson shoved them aside and screamed as she looked down
on the three men lying on the ground in a growing pool of combined