bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Hope House

Author: BmblBee
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.

Judy Gessel pulled her car into her reserved spot at the rear of Hope House. Empting the
trunk, she collected together her purchases and hurried up to the service entrance that led
to her kitchen. It had been one of those mornings that everything she did seemed to take
twice as long as it should have and now she was way off her schedule.

She dropped her purse and groceries on the side board and decided to run down and look
in on her patient before she fixed him a quick lunch. Since his arrival, he had never been
left alone for such an extended period of time and she wouldn't relax till she saw for herself
that all was as it should be. The Master would have her green hide if anything happened
to that one.

Shuffling her pudgy feet across the carpeted floor of the lobby area, she caught sight of Jack,
sitting in a corner, pouting and dragging a dusting cloth across the surface of the magazine
rack as though it were the hardest, most physically challenging task he had ever been assigned. She shook her head in disgust and dismissed him from her thoughts.

Moving down the hall and into the clinic, she flipped on the light.

"Afternoon, Deary, I'll bet you are hungr......"

She froze with her hand still on the door handle. He was gone. The room and the bed
were empty and he was gone. For the longest time she just stood there and stared. It
was as if she thought she could will him to reappear, materialize and all would be as she
had left it.

He didn't, and worse than that, there appeared to have been a hell of a struggle. Items were scattered from the supply cupboard and the body board was splintered, shattered and
forcibly smashed into pieces. She walked over and surveyed the damage. When she
realized what she was holding, she knew this was bad.

"Wooden pieces!"

Her voice was filled with disbelief and horror. Immediately she threw down the small
piece she had picked up and she ran from the room darting straight for the lobby.

"What the hell have you done, Jack?"

Jack immediately jumped to his feet. He balled up his fists at his sides and both of them
forgot his requirement to not speak.

"What? I didn't do nothing! Fuck! You always blaming me for everything that happens
around here. Why don't you leave me the fuck alone?"

"Forget the innocent act, Jack. Did you see him? Did you talk to the boy that was in
the clinic? What the hell did you tell him?"

Jack was furious and slammed down his cleaning rag.

"No! I been right here like you told me. Doing your damn work for you. I didn't see
nobody. If you lost a fucking patient, you ain't gonna run to the Master and blame me
to save your own green, fat ass. Maybe you shoulda done your own fuckin' job better."

Judy Gessel knew with absolute certainty that Jack was lying through his teeth but right
now was not the time to confront him. Without another word, she turned and ran down
the hallway toward the Master's room. Waking him in the middle of the day was forbidden,
but this was extenuating circumstances and he would want to know.

After quickly rapping on his door, she turned the knob and hustled inside.

"Master. Master, he's gone. Xander, the boy in the clinic, is....."

Spike's voice was low and whispery.

That's when she saw him. Xander was curled up in the Master's arms. He was tucked
into bed, his head sharing the Master's pillow and he was clearly sound asleep. No part
of Spike's body moved except for the hand that shoed her away and indicated that they
were to be left alone.

Mrs. Gessel smiled. She still didn't understand what the relationship was between her
Master and the human boy in his arms and bed, but even in the dark, she could see that
it looked right. She nodded and backed away.

When she returned through the lobby, on her way back to the kitchen, she noticed Jack,
waiting, standing with his eyes bugged open wide. He had the cleaning rag back in his
hands and was wringing and twisting it into knots in anticipation.

Calmly, she pointed to the large entertainment center.
"You missed several spots. Do it all again and I will be back to check on you."

Jack's head snapped back and forth between the area of the Master's suite and
Mrs. Gessel. He wanted to ask. He was dying to know but all he could do was sputter
as she walked away.

Xander had been dreaming. He dreamed he was in a small inflatable boat floating out
in the ocean with no land in sight. He wanted out. He wanted to try to swim to shore,
but it was dark and he didn't know which way to go. He knew there were sharks. He
had seen them circling and he had been careful to keep his hands and feet curled close
to his body as the waves lapped around and splashed over him.

He felt around himself for a paddle to row and that's when he heard it. The omonious
low, hissing sound of escaping air. His raft had sprung a leak. The only thing holding
him up was slipping away. Xander began to panic. He threw his arms out and started
grasping dead air seeking safety.

"Xander. Xander, stop it. Xander, you're here. You're safe"

The voice that called to him felt like a life line and without hesitation, Xander dove into the
water. His dream body listened and swam in the direction of the voice. It sounded like
home. It sounded like family. Slowly, he floated to the surface of consciousness and
as he did, he remembered. He quickly rolled over to face the man behind him. Xander
stared into the familiar blue eyes and he gingerly placed a warm hand on Spike's cheek.

"Spike? I thought I was dreaming. Is it really you?"

Spike chuckled and closed his eyes as he tipped his face into the feel of the large, calloused

"It's me, Xan. You and me together again. Small world, 'innit?"

Xander blinked and tried to make sense of it all.
"I don't get it. I thought I was in some place called Hope House."

Spike smiled and opened his eyes. Even with all the injuries, Xander looked beautiful.
He was just as Spike remembered back in Sunnydale. Having him back was just too
good to be true and this time, Spike had every intention of keeping him.

"You are, Pet. I run this place. Look, I know you have a lot of questions but you
are still recovering and you need some sleep. Matter of fact, so do I. Everything else
can wait. Go to sleep, Pet. We'll talk later."

Xander yawned and nodded. Being in the vampire's bed seemed like the most natural
thing in the world so he rolled back over, scooted his butt back till it spooned into Spike's
crotch and he dozed off. Spike grinned so wide he was afraid his face might break as he
followed the boy in slumber.
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