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Kids Will Be Kids

Author: kitty_alex
Title: Kids Will Be Kids
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: BTVS
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: After a spell misfiring, Spike and Xander find themselves five years-old again and with no memory of their previous lives. Not able to reverse the spell Willow, Tara, and Giles adopt them.
Warning: Angst in some parts, a tiny bit of underaged kissing, and a bit of legal sex.
Notes: I spent about four days working on this piece. It's pretty much the longest one shot I've done. The first third of it was betaed by mysticsoblivion while the rest of it is unbeated.







Willow was trying to concentrate. Giles had wanted her to finish the spell to defeat the demon while he rounded up weapons in the backroom of the Magic Box. It was a complicated spell she was trying to do, but all she could hear was Spike and Xander fighting over who would get the last jelly donut. Xander had been extra edgy since Anya had left him at the altar and Spike was still mourning Buffy’s death, but that didn’t mean they had to bicker with each other every chance they got.

“Ow!” Spike exclaimed when Xander swatted at his hand.

“That’s what you get! I got the donuts! I deserve the last one!”

“But, I only got one! You were shoving them down your throat like the American pig you are!”

“You’re one to talk, oh chipped one!”

“That wasn’t even clever!”

“WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?” Willow yelled finally losing her patience. “I swear! Xander, you and Spike act like you’re five sometimes! Why don’t you just act your ages?”

The potion in front of her exploded and all three of them were knocked backwards. Tara and Giles, who were in the backroom came rushing in to find Willow slumped against a bookcase.

“Dear Lord!” Giles exclaimed. “What happened?”

“I don’t know!” Willow whimpered. “I was trying to do the spell, but Spike and Xander were arguing. Then it just exploded.” She looked around. “Where are Spike and Xander?”

Her question was answered by screams from the open door to the training room. Tara helped Willow to her feet and they all rushed to the training room to see what the matter was. A sandy blond haired boy was sitting on the floor seemingly squinting as if he needed glasses. The screaming was coming from a brown-haired boy who was pointing at the knives on the wall.

“Please don’t kill us, Mr. Monsters!” The brown-haired boy said. “We promise to be good!”

“Are they monsters?” The blond boy said. “I honestly cannot see very well.”

“That’s Xander!” Willow exclaimed. “Xander, it’s Willow. Do you remember Willow?”

Xander thought and shook his head. “I don’t remember. Is my name Xander? Blondie, do you know that my name is Xander?”

The boy on the floor shook his head, “I don’t remember either. Would be ever so kind to tell me who I am?”

Willow was a bit taken aback by the proper English accent coming from the small child.

“That’s William!” Giles said; his inner Watcher excited that he was seeing a ruthless vampire pre-turning.

“William?” Tara asked confused. “Who’s William?”

“That was Spike’s name before he was turned,” Willow said, catching on. “This must be Xander and Spike! Somehow the spell misfired and made them five!”

“Oh, bother,” Giles said. “We’ll have to do a spell to reveal what went wrong and if there’s any way to reverse it.”

“I’m sure with the three of us here we’ll be able to fix this in no time.”




The spell proved to be unfruitful, so Willow and Tara decided to take the two to the park. William had grabbed a book before leaving and was now sprawled out in the grass enjoying Giles’ borrowed glasses while he had them. Xander on the other hand was busy playing in the sand. He was currently moving sand with hands into an old bowl that they had lying around the shop.

“Do we have to change him?” Tara said staring wistfully at William.

“We have to, sweetie. This isn’t natural.”

“Maybe it is,” she insisted. “I know it sounds irresponsible, but I’d really like to adopt him.”

“That’s Spike!”

“No, that’s William. Maybe this is their second chance. They don’t remember anything, Willow. They are blank slates. Xander isn’t hurt and neither is Spike. Just there they are, ready for parents to take them in.”

“It would be weird to adopt Xander. Besides, there wouldn’t be any room in the house for the two of them.”

“Maybe Mr. Giles could take him in. He always thought of Xander as a son anyway.”

Willow didn’t have anything to say as she watched her childhood friend take the bowl and dump the contents on his sandy haired friend. William pouted for a second then snapped the book closed. Xander could tell that he was in trouble and ran. William screamed and chased after him with the book held high, ready to bring it down on Xander’s head. She tried to remember the last time her friend shrieked with pure joy and realized he hadn’t truly been happy since they were kids. Willow decided that she would go back to the Magic Box with Tara to convince Giles about the plan.




Giles stood with his mouth hanging open. If William didn’t have his glasses, Giles would be polishing them into a fine sand by now. He could not believe what the witches were suggesting. He wouldn’t make a good father, not in the slightest bit.

“Please Giles?” Willow pleaded. “Look at how happy William and Xander are. No heart break, no abusive parents, there isn’t an ounce of blood on their hands. They’re complete innocents now. Don’t sit there and tell me you wouldn’t give everything you have to have what they got, a blank slate.”

“Yes, that’s all very well and good, but what if there are adverse affects? What if they turn back to their prior states? We have no idea the repercussions of this.”

“Until the Powers That Be come banging on my door demanding we turn William and Xander back, I’m going to leave them. I’m not going to be the one to take away Xander’s happiness. He’s my best friend.”

“And Spike?”

“He’s cute and cuddly, who doesn’t want to have a cute and cuddly ex-vampire around?”

“You do realize one day we’ll have to explain to them who they were previously.”

“Yeah, I do, but not until they’re older and are able to understand what it means.”

Giles sighed and looked at Xander who was sleeping under the table next to William.

“Well, if you can make it work-”

He was cut by loud screams of glee and he looked up to see Dawn had gotten back from her friend’s house. Since it was summer vacation, she was spending most of her time out with her friends.

“Who’s kids?” She asked.

Willow blushed, “Actually, ours.”




A month later, Giles gave Willow the official word that she could begin to falsify documents. She got the boys everything from social security cards to birth certificates, which she made so they could start Kindergarten this fall. When she was done, she put in fake requests for copies so they and the hospital would have records of William’s and Xander’s births.

Since it was summer break, Tara and Willow were both able to work part-time jobs while Dawn watched the kids. She didn’t mind, in fact she loved it. She would bring them everywhere with her so she could have someone younger than her to boss around at all times.

Today though, Dawn had the day off from babysitting because it was Tara’s day off from her job. Giles had let her convert the training room to her own little shop and she held readings back there. Willow on the other hand, didn’t have the day off since she had opted to work this Saturday at her job at the tutoring center so they could buy William school supplies.

Tara hummed to herself as she moved the cookies from the pan to the plate so they could cool. She heard the chair at the island scrap and a small William climb onto the chair to watch her.

“Would you like one?” She asked.

“If you would be so kind,” William said extending his tiny hands.

She smiled and put one carefully in his hands. It was a bit hot, but he held onto it.

“What about Xander?” He asked.

“What about him?” Tara replied confused.

She knew Xander was over at the Magic Box with Mr. Giles, probably running around the shop and increasing sales when he stopped long enough to look cute.

“It would be rude if I returned without a cookie for him,” William said simply.

Deciding to humor him, she smiled and placed another cookie in his hands. William grasped both cookies and ran down into the basement which they had converted into a playroom. It had taken them ages to move all the boxes into storage, but it was worth it to watch William play with his cars down there.

Tara was interrupted from her thoughts by the ringing of the telephone. She picked it up and was shocked to hear a frantic Mr. Giles on the other end.

“Xander,” Mr. Giles panted. “I turned my back for one second… He’s gone! I’ve looked all over the shop. There isn’t a trace of him.”

“I think I know where he is,” Tara scowled.

She held the phone in her hand and marched down the basement steps. Tara could hear quick shuffling as if they were trying to hide the evidence before she reached the bottom of the stairs. She arrived just as the toy box slammed shut even though William was on the other side of the room.

“Do you know who’s on the phone?” Tara asked William.

“No, Mummy, who’s on the phone?” William replied, his eyes wide behind his glasses as if trying to appear innocent with no idea what she was talking about.

“It’s Mr. Giles. He says Xander is missing.”

“Did he look at the park? Xander loves the park.”

“I don’t think he’s at the park, William.”

“Maybe he’s in London then. He told me once, he wanted to-”

“William Maclay-Rosenberg, don’t you lie to me.”

“Toy box,” William squeaked.

“Well, Will used magic!” Xander said popping up from his hiding place. “He summoned me here using the no-no books!”

She put the phone back up to her ear and said, “Mr. Giles, can you please excuse me?”

“Yes, I think that would be best. I closed early. I will be by soon to pick up Xander.”

She said, “Bye,” and hung up the phone. The pair of brown and blue eyes that stared pathetically up at her was endearing, but they had acted badly by lying to her. She had to make sure she disciplined them.

“March right up the stairs. No more pouting.”

“But it’s Will’s fault,” Xander whined.

“But you could have told me you were here so we could have called your father. Now don’t make me repeat myself or you’ll go in the corner.” She sighed. Willow was a lot better at instilling fear into the boys than her. “If you don’t go upstairs now and wait for Mr. Giles, I’m going to tell Mum all about how you got into her spell books then got crumbs in the toy box so the ants would come.”

In unison, the boys looked at the toy box then ran past her up the stairs. She knew they wouldn’t disobey a threat to tell Willow. She had that stern voice and face full of resolve that told anyone it was turned on that they weren’t getting away easy. Since they would behave for the time being, Tara moved to the toy box and removed the unfinished cookies, spell ingredients, and the spell book William had borrowed.

“Stay on your own bloody side!” She heard William scream at Xander.

“Language, William!” Tara yelled as she came up the stairs.

“But Mr. Giles says it all the time!” He argued.

She deposited the items in the kitchen and went into the living room where the boys were sitting. Tara put her hands on her hips and did her best to look imposing.

“Mr. Giles is a grown-up and there are certain words that he can say that you can’t say.”

“You should give us a list,” Xander said tugging on his shirt.

“Yes!” William agreed. “Give us a list of all the no-no words that we can’t say. That way it will be easier for us to avoid saying said words and thus we would avoid punishment all together.”

“All while teaching you new no-no words,” Tara said. “Don’t think I’m not on to you two.”

The boys on the couch blushed and busied themselves with knocking their shoes together. Tara sat on the armchair across from the couch and watched them.

“When school starts,” Xander told William. “I’m going to have a Power Rangers backpack and matching thermos. Do you have your backpack yet?”

“No, but I know I want it to be blue!”

“Well, if you wait long enough, there won’t be any blue ones left.”

“Why not?” William asked, his voice sounded worried.

“Because! Blue is like only the bestest color in the world! Everyone is going to be buying it! Then when you actually go to buy your backpack, they’ll be sold out and you’ll be stuck with a pink, girly backpack.”

“Mummy!” William cried. “That’s not true, is it? I’m not going to have a pink one, am I?”

“Of course not, you’ll have a manly blue backpack just like you want,” Tara assured him.

William smiled smugly at Xander who in turn stuck out his tongue. William mimicked him. Xander leaned forward about to harshly bite William’s tongue for mocking him when there was a knock on the door. Xander quickly scooted back to his seat, knowing full well it was his father who was knocking.

As soon as Tara opened the door, Giles rushed in. He looked around the room and noticed Xander was sitting in the couch, peering around William, trying to gauge how much trouble he was in.

“If you ever do that again,” Giles said his voice full of anger and worry. “I thought someone had taken you. Do you know how upsetting that is?”

“No, sir,” Xander said quietly.

“Next time, please call me if you ever decide to go off.” Xander opened his mouth to protest, but Giles had heard what had happened over the phone. “Even if you magically find yourself someplace else.”

“Now that I’m done being yelled at us,” Xander asked cautiously, “can we go to the zoo?”

“What?” Giles said, trying to think how the subject had changed to the zoo.

“The zoo, where the animals live,” William supplied helpfully. “I think it would be fun.”

“Oh, no, Mister,” Tara said. “You are not going to the zoo.”

“But-”

“No buts. You used magic without permission. You’re lucky neither you nor Xander were hurt. Now say good-bye so Mr. Giles and Xander can leave.”

“Bye,” William grumbled.

He threw himself off the couch and stomped up to the second floor. Tara cringed as she heard the door slam loudly behind him as he entered his room.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Giles said.

“No,” Tara sighed. “He’s going to have to learn there are consequences to his actions. That he can’t run around acting on pure impulse.”

Giles chuckled at the absurdity of the statement, “You’re teaching Spike not to act purely on impulses.”

“Dad, who’s Spike?” Xander asked.

“I will tell you when you’re older.”

Xander held up his arms and Giles picked him up. They both said good-bye to Tara then left. Tara went upstairs and tried knocking on William’s door. When he wouldn’t answer, she tried the knob only to find that it was locked. Deciding he needed his space and hoping the sneaky yet highly intelligent five year-old hadn’t hidden any spell books in there, she went downstairs and began to cook dinner.

The front door opened and Willow walked in to an unusually quiet home. She made her way from hallway, into the dining area, and finally into the kitchen. She found Tara furiously baking while making what seemed to a seven course dinner.

“Baby,” Willow said. “I thought I was the only one who baked when I was upset.”

“It’s William,” Tara sighed. “He used magic today.”

“That’s good though, isn’t it?”

“Without permission. “

“Oh,” Willow frowned. “So what happened to make you so upset?”

“He summoned Xander to our house and nearly gave poor Mr. Giles heart attack. He wouldn’t listen to me when I tried to scold him and when I told him he couldn’t go to the zoo; he ran upstairs and locked the door. I’ve tried telling him how dangerous magic can be, but he treats it like a toy.”

“That’s probably my fault. I use magic pretty liberally around him.”

“I do too, especially when I help Mr. Giles, but that’s different. He’s five and we’re twenty-one. We can control it more than him. I’m just afraid he’ll get hurt.”

“I know, sweetie. I’ll talk to him.”

“Thank you,” Tara sighed.

“It’ll be alright, you’ll see.”

Willow left the kitchen and walked through the house until she reached William’s room. She knocked. There was the shuffle of feet running towards the door, a click, then more shuffling.

“Come in!” William sniffled.

William sat in his blue racecar bed, sniffling and holding his pillow. She looked around the room to see most of his toys were untouched. She sat down on the bed and he looked at her with wide eyes.

“Are you going to make me leave?” He asked.

“What!? Why would be make you leave?”

“Because I touched the no-no books.”

“No, William, honey, you misunderstood. You act so grown-up; we sometimes forget you’re still just a little kid. We love you so very much, but those books are dangerous. We don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But you and Mummy touch them all the time.”

“Mummy and I are older than you. We can control a lot more magic. But, believe it or not, there are some spells even your mum isn’t allowed to touch.”

“Like what?”

“Like this one spell to bring back the dead. Before you… lost your memory…”

“Because of magic! Is that why magic is bad? Because it made me forget about you and Mummy?”

“No, William sweetie, if you wouldn’t interrupt me I could tell you.”

“No more interruptions, I promise.”

“Alright, so before you lost your memory, you had an aunt called Buffy.”

“Like Aunt Dawn,” William said and Willow could barely keep herself from cuddling him as he pronounced ‘aunt’ with his cute proper accent, it made her completely forget that he had interrupted her again.

“Exactly like Aunt Dawn, in fact, they were sisters.”

“What happened to Aunt Buffy, Mum? Why isn’t she around now?”

“She died,” Willow said sadly. “We were fighting this evil Hell God and she died saving all of us. So when she died, I was very sad and I wanted to bring her back to life.”

“If you could bring her back, why didn’t you?”William asked confused.

“A very wise vampire told us what we were doing was wrong and explained that there was nowhere Aunt Buffy could go but Heaven. Even though he was very hurt by Aunt Buffy’s death, he still made sure we didn’t do anything that was over our heads because he didn’t want us to get hurt. At first we were angry that he stopped us, but much later on we realized he was right.”

“I thought vampires were evil. Why was this one good? Where is he now? Can I meet him?”

Willow laughed at the barrage of questions, “Well, he was evil at first, but then he realized that he wasn’t and helped us. But, he isn’t with now. He’s in a much better place.”

“You can tell me he’s dead, in a couple of months, I’ll be six. I’m almost an adult. You can tell me when people die.”

She pulled him into a hug, “Don’t say that! I don’t want you to be an adult! I want you to be my little honey William forever.”

“But, Mum,” William laughed. “You can’t keep me like this forever! I have to grow up!”

“And why not? I’m sure I could find a spell!”

“I won’t be able to become a racecar driver if I don’t grow up!”

“After you become a racecar driver, can I stop you from growing up?”

“No! I have to grow up! It’s the law!”

“Well,” Willow pretended to sigh. “If it’s the law, then I guess I’ll just have to let you grow up. Do you think my almost grown-up William can wash his hands before dinner?”

“Is it the law?” William asked curiously.

“Yes, it’s right after the one about growing up and right before the one about brushing your teeth.”




Years later, Willow and Tara found themselves preparing for William’s thirteenth birthday party. Much had changed over the years, Giles still ran the Magic Box. Xander helped him occasionally, but it was mostly Giles’ new shop assistant, Olivia, who did all of the work. She had moved here from England and seemed to know Giles. William had told Xander once that Olivia fancied his father, but Xander didn’t know what that meant.

Willow had gotten a degree in Computer Science and worked for a large web design company in L.A. It was a bit of a drive, but it was worth it so Tara could stay home with William like she wanted. Once William had gotten older, Tara had taken to teaching him small tricks, slowly building up his magic power.

Dawn was pre-med and still attending UCS, meaning she still lived at home and her bedroom was right next door William’s. The day of William’s birthday, Dawn awoke to strange moaning coming from his room. She lay awake listening to the rustling of sheets.

“Bugger!” William swore.

“Tara would not be happy with William or Giles if she heard him using that kind of language,” Dawn chuckled quietly to herself with a yawn. “Giles should really watch his language around William, he loves learning new words.”

Dawn heard William’s door open and the creaking of floorboards as he tried to sneak down the stairs. Not being able to sleep, Dawn looked at the clock to see that it was six am on a Saturday. She groaned and got out of bed, she figured she might as well make coffee for her and Willow plus tea for William and Tara.

She exited her room to come face to face with William. His face reddened and he looked over at his door as if wondering how quickly he could make it back to his room before she started asking questions.

“What are you doing up so early?” She yawned.

“Well, it is funny you would ask that. You see I just shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas I will never know.”

William tried to make a beeline around Dawn, but she held out her arm preventing him from passing. She noticed that he was in his red flannel pajamas, when she could have sworn he went to bed in his blue ones.

“Did you change clothes?”

“D-id I?” William asked, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

“Oh, your voice just cracked! Willow! Tara!” Dawn called. “William’s voice just cracked!”

While she was distracted, William ducked under her arm and made a run for his room. But Dawn was right behind him and she leaned against the door so he couldn’t close it. Tara and Willow had woken up to the ruckus and rushed to see what the matter was.

“Mum!” William whined. “Dawn is bothering me!”

“I am not!” Dawn said. “William’s voice cracked while I was questioning him about why he changed clothes.”

Willow gasped. Her little boy’s voice had cracked, that meant he was about to go through puberty. She looked fondly around his room. Gone were the racing posters and toy car furniture. William’s tastes had matured and he had gotten a new brass bed along with oak furniture. The racing posters had been replaced with band and literary ones and the remaining wall space was covered with bookshelves. The Speed Racer covers had been replaced with solid blue bed sheets which were all but missing.

“What happened to your bed sheets?” Tara asked also noticing they were missing.

“In the wash,” William replied the blush creeping back into his cheeks.

“Why?” Willow pressed.

“I might have soiled them in my sleep,” he mumbled.

Dawn gasped excitedly, “You had your first wet dream, didn’t you?”

“Dawn,” Willow said. “Why don’t you get some coffee from downstairs? Grind it by hand if you have to.”

“I get when I’m not wanted,” Dawn said. “I’ll leave you girls to talk.”

Dawn left and William grumbled.

“She has made it her personal mission to annoy me!” He exclaimed.

“She just likes to tease you,” Willow assured him. “She used to tease Buffy all the time. You’re like her younger brother, so it’s just how she shows she loves you.”

“I do not think I will ever understand girls.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll know what to do when the time is right,” Tara smiled at him. “Now, about your dream, do you feel comfortable talking to us about it?”

“Yeah… it was a good dream.”

“Do you remember what it was about?”

William stayed quiet, so both Willow and Tara put a hand over his.

“It’s okay,” Willow said. “It’s natural. Every boy has wet dreams. It’s a part of growing up.”

“I had a wet dream about Xander though,” William confided in them. “He’s supposed to be my best friend. I’m not supposed to be thinking about him like that.”

“Like that?” Willow repeated.

William blushed scarlet and whispered, “In my dream, we had sex.”

Willow and Tara blushed. They had not been prepared for this talk. They had not been prepared for this talk until he was the legal age of forty-five. Their baby having sex, it was almost too unreal. It was even more difficult for Willow because Xander had been her best friend and former crush but now part of her didn’t want him near William even with a fifty foot pole.

“Uh-um, how- Have you seen gay sex before?” Tara finally asked.

“I figure it’s very simple,” William replied. “There’s only one real entrance hole and they brought it up at school once, so I know enough.”

Willow bit her lip and dreaded asking the question, “Do you know what lube is?”

“Lube?” William asked confused. “You mean like for a car?”

Tara put her head in her hands and Willow tried to keep a straight face.

“Sweetie,” Willow said dearly to her son. “How about we have breakfast and then afterwards we can talk until your guests arrive?”

The sex talk had been more than William could handle. His Mum and Mummy had spent the entire morning and afternoon explaining to him male gay sex and male masturbation. In all honesty, it made him never want to touch himself or stick anything up his-

“Hey!” Xander said, scaring the shit out of William who had been hiding in the basement. “I heard that you got to open some of your presents early. Anything we can play on your game systems?”

William had positioned himself so he was lying on his back in one of the beanbag chairs and hadn’t seen or heard Xander come down the stairs. The playroom had slowly transformed into a separate living room for William where he could hang out with his friends and not be bothered by his parents, unless they had the sudden need to do laundry. Down there was a couch, some beanbag chairs, a tv, along with game systems, and a few bookshelves filled with dvds and video games. William was saving up his allowance so he could get a computer down there as well.

“Nothing really,” William replied trying his best not to think about the Xander in his wet dream. “Just a present from an aunt who would only be in for one day and would miss the party. It was a jacket if you were wondering.”

“Well that sucks. My dad’s family always gets me those ancient weapons and stuff. I think they want me to be a Watcher. My dad doesn’t want me to be a Watcher though.”

“I think the question is whether or not you want to be a Watcher.”

“Hm, I’ve never really thought about it like that. It’s always been ‘Be a Watcher!’ or ‘Not be a Watcher!’ I’ve never actually thought about it myself though.”

“Well, then why doesn’t your dad want you to be a Watcher?”

Xander sighed and plopped down on the floor next to William’s chair.

“He says that what Watchers essentially do is train young women to die.”

“That’s a bit harsh.”

“I think it has something to do with Aunt Buffy. He was her Watcher.”

“That explains a lot then.”

“It does?”

“Xan, you do know that Aunt Buffy died, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Your father must have seen her die.”

Xander was quiet and William looked over at him. His friend had a solemn look on his face as if he had just made the connection between the two stories. Xander had always been more carefree than William, so it really didn’t surprise him that it didn’t click that the two depressing stories were linked.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad,” William said.

“You didn’t, it’s just a sad thing.” Xander paused. “In fact, you never make me sad. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve always made me happy. Do you I make you happy?”

“Sort of,” William blushed. “You would make me so much happier if you allowed me to kiss you.”

Xander gulped, “Alright.”

William awkwardly got off his beanbag chair and settle down next to Xander. They were both red as they leaned in close, trying hard to imitate what they had seen in the movies. They moved in a little too quickly and forgot to tilt their heads so they bumped their noses on their first attempt. But, on the second attempt their lips were able to touch and William was in Heaven. He pulled back and looked over Xander’s face to see if he enjoyed it.

“Did you like it?” William asked.

“My only question is can we do that again?”




Xander pulled off William’s shirt as they well back onto the couch. He could barely believe that William and he had been dating for five years and in four days the two of them would be graduating high school. It seemed almost like a dream. A dream that would probably end any minute as soon as Giles got home from his double date with Olivia and William’s parents.

William struggled with Xander’s belt buckle until he finally was able to undo it. After that, clothes went flying and the two of moaned as their naked cocks touched each other. Xander engulfed William’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as he rubbed their hot needs together.

“Please,” William moaned into Xander’s mouth.

Needing no more provocation, Xander thrust into the already lubed up William. Upon receiving a call that their parents would be meeting Dawn at the restaurant with her new boyfriend and then would be heading back to William’s for coffee had quickly made them change the location of their sexual romp to Xander’s house.

Neither could afford a hotel room so they settled the occasional couch or bed whenever their parents were out or working, which was probably better. Taking in the amount of times William and Xander had sex with each other, the bill would have probably run into the thousands.

“Xan!” William moaned. “Oh, God! Xan!”

Xander grinned and thrust harder against William’s prostate. It always pleased him when he could turn the articulate William into a screaming puddle of goo. They both came while William screamed, Xander was honestly glad they had moved from the apartment to a much larger house. William was a screamer and Xander was sure if they still lived in an apartment, the cops would have been called already.

They cleaned themselves up so they wouldn’t stick together and crawled back onto the couch. Xander kissed William on the lips then the chest as they snuggled on the couch.

“Love you,” Xander said happily.

“Love you too,” William replied with a smile.

Xander kissed his way down William’s chest when they both heard a car pull up in the driveway. Figuring it was Giles home early from his date; they scrambled off the couch and dressed as quickly as they possibly could. Xander was just doing up his belt buckle when the key turned in the lock and the door opened.

Giles, Dawn, Tara, and Willow all filed into the house all with forlorn looks on their faces. Xander looked oddly over at William who gave him a similar look back.

“You look like someone just died,” Xander stated, his worry growing.

“Sweetie,” Willow said. “You might want to sit down for this.”

They both automatically sat down while Giles, Tara, and Willow took the couch across from them. Dawn took an armchair off to the side that was close to Willow.

“Son,” Giles began, “I have no way of telling you this properly, I just want you to know that we did it with your best interest in mind. We’ve always meant to tell you, but we never felt it was the right time. This changes nothing, I promise. You will always be my son.”

“What are you selling us to the circus?” Xander asked going on the defensive.

“No,” Willow said. “Xander, you mom didn’t really leave. William, we didn’t get a donor so Tara could have you. I know we lied, but we hoped, well, I hoped we could hide the truth forever. But we discussed it at dinner and Dawn thought it was best we tell you before you went off to college and we never had a chance to. What I’m trying to say is-”

“We’re adopted?” William caught on and Willow flinched at the pain in his voice.

“In a way, William. There was this spell, the one that made you lose your memories…” She trailed off and her hands twisted in her lap. “It didn’t just make you lose your memories, it made you two five years old. Before you lost your memory, Xander was actually my best friend and William was a vampire named Spike.”

“No,” William said shortly. “You’re lying. This isn’t funny.”

“William, it’s true,” Tara said trying to calm him down. “We have proof. We have pictures and journals dating back to-”

“Show me,” he growled. “Show. ME!”

They all flinched at William’s rage and Giles quickly got up and went over to his desk. He unlocked it and pulled out the Watcher’s Journals, plus a few of his own and one photo album. He put them down on the coffee table in front of William and Xander.

“Wait,” Dawn said. “I just want to let you know that I know how you feel. It was stupid to wait this long to tell you. When I was before I was Dawn, I was actually a big mass of energy. Just remember that the memories you have now are real and what you were before is in the past. It doesn’t make you what you are today. Your parents did that.”

William picked up one of the journals and Xander followed in suit. The two of them quietly read and looked through everything on the table. Sometimes they’d come across pictures of clothes they didn’t remember wearing and read lines like:

Today we de-possessed Xander from the hyena spirit inside him. I fear that he will have to live with the burden of what he did. I wish I could have took his place.” and “I cried. I know it’s silly, but the boy who is like a son to me was stood up on his wedding day. His bride went back to being a vengeance demon. I wanted to walk up to him and hold him, but his parents were already there. They were screaming at him and instead of saying something, I just walked away. I am a horrible, horrible man.

Or like:

William the Bloody helped slaughter an orphanage today. The caretakers were found murdered and all that was left of the children was dust. The three of us ran into William, but I was the only surviour due to his ‘poodle’ being bored.” and “Spike is back in Sunnydale. I have him upstairs chained to my tub. There is no doubt in my mind that if he used his full strength, he could break those chains. Is it because of the government chip? He claims that it prevents him from feeding and hurting others, but why would he allow himself to be chained to my bathtub?

The journal in William’s hand snapped closed, “I’ve read enough.”

“This is kind of… weird, but left at the altar…” Xander said. “I’m glad I don’t have memories of that. I don’t even know how begin to imagine the pain that caused the other Xander.”

“So, you’re fine with them lying to us?” William asked Xander shortly.

“It was for the better. We were in so much pain and we got a second chance.”

“A second chance? This is my second chance, is it?” William stood up and slammed the book down. “My entire life has been a complete lie. According to these books, I’ve done horrible, unspeakable things.”

“Not you, Honey,” Willow said. “Spike did those things, not you. We just wanted you to know where you came from.”

“It obviously wasn’t you, Willow,” William’s voice snarled. “Thanks for giving me a second chance to die. Thanks for giving me back a conscience. Obviously I needed both of those.”

“William,” Willow said, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Why couldn’t you have just turned me back? That way I could be miserable and not know what it means to be happy even though all of that happiness is a lie.”

Without another word William stormed off into the night. He started off by walking, but then he began to remember the kindness Willow and Tara showed and how much Xander loved him, so he started to run. He tried hard to out run the feelings of guilt at what he said that were slowly building in his chest. When he couldn’t run anymore, he collapsed onto a tombstone in Restful, supposedly where his old crypt had been. He gripped his knees and began to cry, he didn’t want to remember. He didn’t to be sorry for what he said.

“My William,” a female voice said to him.

He looked up and through his tears, he saw a woman. He brown tresses fell elegantly around her white face. Her blue eyes were distant as if she was in some other world. She was dressed in white silk like some kind of angel. Something inside William told him to run and not stop running until he was home, but all those blue distant eyes would allow him to do was sit where he was.

“I am terribly sorry, but I don’t know you. So, you obviously have the wrong person.”

“No, my William, the stars sung to me. They said you would return. That you would be here and you would be shiny just like you were before.”

William quickly got to his feet as she took a step forward.

“This all does seem oddly familiar.”

“I can see your words all twisted up inside you. Like fish caught in a line. One little snip.” She mimed cutting something with her fingers. “I could let you free. I see what you want, My William. You were made to walk in planes only men could imagine.”

“I was?”

“You shine too brightly to limit yourself to the world of man. I can see you. See you in the stars. They want you back; they want you shining with them again.”

“No, I- Drusilla,” the words came to him as if whispered to him by a ghost in his head, “leave. I want no part of this again.”

“Still there,” Drusilla cooed. “My Spike just does not want to come out. Spike, you used to love my insides, from eyeballs to entrails.”

“Things have changed,” William found himself saying. “Leave me at peace. I’m happy now.”

“We were happy. We used to dance under the stars and you would sing to me, just like my Mummy used to do before she died. I’m going to make us happy again.”

With unearthly strength, Drusilla pulled William to her. He tried to struggle, but her razor like teeth sunk into his flesh and she began to drain him. He grew weaker and struggled less, the last thing he remembered was a cloud of dust before passing out.




William slowly woke to the smell of disinfectant and the sound of an annoying and steady beep. He flexed his fingers to find that they were being held by someone else. He opened his eyes and was blinded by the impossibly bright room.

“Will?”

He smiled because he recognized the voice and was relieved it was Xander, not his parents. He doubted he could face them yet.

“Yeah, I’m here, Xander. What happened? It’s all a bit fuzzy after I ran out.”

“That crazy vampire tried to turn you, she just about to slash her wrist when I staked her. Don’t you ever run off like that again, do you hear me? You almost died and if you had died… William, don’t ever make me think about what would happen if you die.”

“It was stupid, wasn’t it?” William looked away from Xander. “Mum and Mummy probably hate me now, don’t they?”

Xander squeezed William’s hand, “They’re right outside in the waiting room. They’ve never really left since you were admitted.”

“How long have I been out?” William said turning his head back towards Xander.

“Just two days.”

“I almost missed graduation!”

“If I had to, I was going to wheel your unconscious body across the stage. But hey, look at the bright side. Because you were attacked, they’re voiding the few days of class you missed, so you don’t have to make up anything.”

“I should have thought of this years ago.”

“What are you saying? It’s me who always does badly on everything. I think you’re just mad they don’t have anything higher than an A.”

“Well, Mum said she used to be that way too.”

“Do you want me to send them in? I’m sure you have a lot to talk about with them.”

“Yes, but can you please come back afterwards? I want to sit with you some more.”

“Of course.”

Xander placed a small kiss on William’s lips before exiting the room. A few moments later, Willow and Tara were rushing into the room. They looked like they were holding back, just looking at him and how weak he looked in the hospital bed.

William didn’t like it so he said, “Mummy, do you have any cookies?”

“Not on me, Honey,” Tara sniffled.

Willow was the first to break. She swooped down and pulled William into her arms. Tara followed in suit and held William from the opposite side of Willow. They didn’t care if a doctor came in and told them to stop pestering their patient. They just needed to hold their son.

“If you ever and I mean ever do that again,” Willow sobbed. “You’ll wish that the vampire would have killed you, because you are in so much trouble when we get home, Mister!”

“I know,” William said stroking her hair. “I deserve it, Mum. I didn’t mean-”

“Hush,” Tara said. “It’s all in the past and forgotten about.”

“I truly am sorry though. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“And we didn’t either.”

“But you just wanted me to know the truth and I acted like a spoiled brat.”

“That’s because you are,” Willow teased him.

Tara tickled him and William laughed. He smiled at them and was glad his eyesight was good enough that he could at least see their faces.

“It’s good to see you’re feeling better,” Tara said. “All your classmates were worried about you.”

“Were they?” William asked.

Tara handed him his glasses and he put them on. He was shocked to see that it looked like he was in a small flower garden. Balloons and flowers littered the room, all saying that he should get well soon. There were even a few cards on his nightstand and one big card on the window sill.

“Mister Popular?” Willow said tickling his ribs.

“Not really,” he giggled. “I just know how to listen. People like it when you listen to them.”

“I can see. So, is there anyone you were particularly hoping would send you flowers?”

“Nope,” William said happily. “They were already here in person.”

“And you didn’t tell us you and Xander were dating?” Tara asked astonished.

“We were,” he blushed. “We just couldn’t tear away from each other for one second to actually remember that we needed to tell you.”

“Looks like we all kept secrets,” Willow said pushing the tip of her finger into his nose.

“Yes and I’m a horrible, nasty boy for keeping them. And not to be a bother, but you know I’m alright now, so could you please send him back in?”

“They’re going to check off hospital bed on their things to do list,” Tara laughed.

“Please!” Willow exclaimed. “My little honey William is still a virgin, right?”

William blushed deeply red and suddenly the hospital blanket became very fascinating.

“We are so having a talk when we get home,” Willow said.

They left and what seemed like hours later, Xander finally walked into the room, looking a little shell shocked.

“So, you told them we’ve had sex?”

“Sorry, it kind of came up.”

“You should have seen the look my dad got on his face when he found out. I had no idea if he was going to scream at me or congratulate me.”

“I was too scared to look at their faces. They probably looked about the same.”

“Will, where do we go from here?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think I’m going to go to London,” Xander said sitting in the chair next to William’s bed.

“London, Texas?”

“No, London, England. I want to become a Watcher. I want to train the Slayer so no one will ever feel what it’s like to lose the person they love like I almost did.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“Silly Willy,” Xander said. “I’m telling you so you can come with me.”

“Come with you to London?”

“Yeah, you could study anything you want out there. I bet they have tons of covens who would simply love to teach more magic.”

“I’ve had my fill of magic, thank you very much.”

“Then you can study anything you want. It’ll be an adventure.” He held out his hand to William. “Will you help me save the world?”

William looked at his hand for a second then took it.

He gave their hands a kiss then said, “I’d love to.”
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