Paring: Primarily S/X with a very minor S/OCs.
Rating: NC17 Adult Reading
Disclaimer: The Bee has no claim on any of the characters or
products named in this story and receives no profit from anything.
Warnings: Adult language, Prostitution, Violence, strong sexual
content. NOTE: All the boys working in Hope House are over
the age of 18. The Bee does not do underage!
Summary: Long after the final battle of Sunnydale, Xander is
alone, his life in shambles. Is there anywhere he can go and anyone
who can give him hope? There just might be.
As always, kudos to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.
The next two days passed by uneventfully. The boys slept during the day, rising
in the afternoon to eat a big meal before wandering off to settle in to the huge
lobby area that Spike had converted into a media room. Furnished generously
with money they had earned.
There was a giant flat screen tv, video games and a DVD player with stacks of
movies Spike had personally and carefully selected. The range went from Disney
films to gay porn, which Spike used as instructional films for the newcomers.
An area of the room was set up with a computer that also contained a variety
of games. No internet was allowed and there were no telephones.
Spike liked his boy's contact with the outside world controlled and limited.
By sundown, they would gather together in the kitchen for inspection then head
out for work. Business was brisk and, in the morning, they had all returned
back home with their pockets full of money and their asses full of spunk.
Spike should have been thrilled, and when it was mentioned, he was pleased,
but his attention was elsewhere. His thoughts were down the long hallway,
through the clinic door and settled in the warm institutional bed.
His mind was on Xander.
Mrs. Gessel had no idea why, but she had quickly realized that the patient in her
care was very important to the Master and for reasons far beyond his possible
earning potential. She also had an odd demon's premonition that this newcomer
would alter all their lives irrevocably.
As the only member of the household who kept normal hours, Judy Gessel
would rise early, feed the returning workers and after the boys and the Master
went to bed, had her day to herself to tend to her duties in the quiet of a
Now, that majority of her duties involved her patient. She would take him
a soft diet breakfast tray in the morning. Bath him, change his dressings and
help him off and on the bed pan in the afternoon, all the time careful to hold
a cheerful conversation that inspired confidence and revealed no information
about the house, the boys or the Master.
She had backed off the pain medication as his injuries healed quickly and almost
miraculously due to the small amounts of the Master's blood she continued to
inject into his IV. With less morphine in his system, Xander's mind cleared
and Mrs. Gessel found the boy's wit and humor sharp and highly enjoyable.
She was pleased to see that whatever time he had spent on the streets had not
crushed his spirit completely.
During the late afternoon, Xander was visited by either Beanie, who went into
great detail to tell him about the weather, which, in LA seldom changes, or by
Andre who understood the importance of the character who sat at the helm
of the Starship Enterprise.
Together they would laugh and criticize the bland pointlessness of Kate Mulgrew
or the unmatched reverence of William Shatner, although now days he had become
a bit of a buffoon. These were the visits Xander looked forward to the most. It
seemed that he and Andre were totally on the same page and, despite his internal
warnings, Xander could feel the beginnings of a crush.
Often, when one of the boys looked in on Xander, Spike loomed silently outside
the doorway listening and smiling. This was the Xander he remembered. This
was the boy who had, despite all his human frailties, stood proudly next to the
one Slayer, the one person on Earth who could fight the battle to save the world.
This was his boy.
It was all he could do not to rush in and scoop him up in his arms.
Jack, too had been silently watching.
Cautious of his imposed quiet time sanction, he kept his lips sealed, taking orders
from the fat bitch that had him scrubbing toilets, folding laundry and washing
floors, all women's work designed no doubt to humiliate him. The punishment
had an entirely different effect. It filled him with fury and the need for revenge.
It kept his hands busy and his brain boiling.
Right now, however, curiosity warred with anger as his prevailing emotion.
He knew there was someone in the clinic. Apparently someone of importance
to the Master as evident by the way all members of the household were hustling
around the clinic and the silence they were obviously sworn to.
Several times, Jack had attempted to sneak in only to be caught and warned by
the house bitch to stay away. He didn't care. He had a plan. Tomorrow was
Friday and on Friday afternoon, Frau Gessel always went shopping while
everyone slept. That would be his chance. That was when he would get the
answers he wanted and determine how he could turn this situation to his benefit.
Xander looked all around the room. He had counted the cracks in the ceiling
tiles a hundred times and played a dozen mental games with himself.
He watched the second hand on the large round wall clock as it rose to the
twelve and dropped to the six. He promised himself that he would not look
at it again for at least an hour. Six minutes later he looked.
He eagerly awaited the morning when Mrs. Gessel would bring him a wonderful,
warm breakfast. The food filled his stomach, but more importantly, her caring
concern and gentle touch filled the gaping hole that had formed in his heart
and soul since the night his father died and his world collapsed.
Xander wasn't stupid. He was a child of the hellmouth and Xander knew a
demon when he saw one. He wasn't sure what type she was, but she sure
as hell was not human. Surprisingly, that only added to his sense of security
and normalcy. Xander had seen the human side of life and he knew that having
a soul did not guarantee goodness. Give him a demon any day of the week.
Good or bad, with a demon, you knew what you were getting.
Judy Gessel breezed into the clinic, and immediately went about the efficient
business of nursing. Xander watched with some concern and trepidation.
She did not have his eggs and toast. She was pulling out the box of rubber gloves.
This was not good.
"Um, morning. What'ch gonna do?"
With a bright beaming smile on her face, she turned to face him as she snapped
the glove on.
"It's Friday. Your urine has been clear since yesterday and you are keeping
down your food and liquids. Today we remove the IV and the catheter."
Xander gasp in horror.