Life of Experience
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Adult ++
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14
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Life of Experience
Title: Life of Experience
Author: Farah
Paring: S/X eventually
Rating: NC 17
Feedback: lusciousxander@yahoo.com
Summery: Ethan Harris died and left his son under his best friend's care.
Disclaimer: they belong to Joss and co etc.
Distribution: No way!!! Sure you can, if you don't I'll let you meet my Ripper. Just tell me first.
Notes: 1- Ethan is American and he's Xander's father. 2- Xander is 12 years old and looks like a fifth grade student.
Warning: Drug use, an almost rape attempt and bad language.
Thanks to Ebony and my best net friend Mera for the great beta.
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize ~ = thoughts
Stage One:
Part One
Xander ran his eyes around the huge lobby of his new home, yes, his new *home*. It had been a week since his father died leaving his guardianship to his best friend, Rupert Giles. That British man that had always visited them, played golf with his Dad and still ruffled his hair even though he was 12 years old. Mr. Giles and his Dad had been close friends since they attended Oxford together in Briton. The college for smart people. It surprised him that even though Mr. Giles graduated college with honors, he chose the job of a librarian in Sunnydale high school. His Dad told him that Mr. Giles’ devotion for books was the reason for his choice. Also, that school was where Mrs. Giles, the former Ms. Jenny Calendar, used to be the computer teacher.
Mrs. Giles died when she gave birth to their only son, William, who was now a senior in the same high school. Xander had never met the older boy, but Mr. Giles always complained to his Dad about William’s ‘aggravating’ behavior. He looked that word up in the dictionary and found out it meant ‘annoying’. His Dad always reminded Mr. Giles that William was a teenager and teenagers were always difficult to raise. At that moment his Dad would turn towards him and give him that warm look before saying softly, “I guess I’m soon to find out.”
Xander blinked trying to stop the tears from falling down. He clutched his backpack to him hard, and took a deep breath trying to clear his mind from the thoughts of his Dad because it always made him cry. He was not going to do that in front of Mr. Giles. He turned around to find the British man entering the front door holding another set of boxes. After his Dad died, Xander spent the week at Jesse’s place until Mr. Giles completed the guardianship forms. Jesse’s mom helped him pack his stuff from his place the pervious week. He loved Mrs. McNally, she had been more of a mother to him than his real Mom, who didn't bother to come to the funeral nor asked about him.
“Right then,” Mr. Giles said after he gently placed down the last set. “I believe this is it for today. I shall return tomorrow for the rest of your belongings.” His guardian flashed a warm smile at him.
Xander couldn’t help but smile back. “Thanks, Mr. G,” he murmured softly.
Mr. Giles raised a hand. “Call me …”
“I’m not calling you ‘dad’!” Xander spoke tightly before biting his lip. “I’m sorry, it’s just …”
“Don’t explain anything to me, Xander,” Mr. Giles said kindly. “I completely understand how you feel. Having just lost your father a week ago, must be really hard. And I wasn't suggesting that …"
Xander shook his head and cut the man's speech off. “You don’t understand! A week or ten years, I’m not calling you ‘dad’! I have a Dad. Even if he’s gone, I …” It was too much for him to handle his voice wavered and suddenly he broke into tears. He lowered his head and hugged his backpack to him forcefully. He felt Mr. Giles pulling him into a hug and he appreciated it. He didn’t care that he was crying. He was twelve and it had been only been a week since he had lost his Dad. His chest was burning and his emotions were on fire. The pain was too much to control and it was tearing him apart. He was rocking so hard and crying like he had never cried before.
Mr. Giles kept hugging him and muttering words of comfort. Xander didn’t comprehend what the man was saying and he didn’t care. The important thing was that Mr. Giles’ voice was soft and the British accent was comforting. His head began to hurt and he just wanted to stop because it hurt more to keep going. He gave a few sniffles before he stiffened and closed his eyes and just let his head rest on his guardian’s chest.
Mr. Giles was petting his hair smoothly and it felt nice. Soothing and calming. “I know I could never replace your father and I’m not going to attempt that,” Mr. Giles spoke. “But I will do whatever I can to make you feel as comfortable as you had felt back at your own home.”
Xander raised his head and smiled up at the man through his drying tears.
Mr. Giles smiled back causing Xander to blush, it was the first time he had a touching scene with this man. His relationship with Mr. Giles wasn’t as close as his with Jesse’s dad. Mr. Giles never took him fishing and the times he spent with him were always in the company of his Dad.
He backed away, looking elsewhere trying to find anything to change the subject. He spotted the large number of boxes. “Uh … we should get those to my room, right?” He hadn’t seen his room yet and judging from the size of the house he could bet that it was huge.
“Let me call William to help us,” Mr. Giles suggested as he stood by the stairs and called. “Will! Will! Come down here!”
There was no answer and Mr. Giles sighed with exasperation. “I suppose he’s wearing his headset again.”
Xander giggled quietly. He knew he would enjoy Mr. Giles and Will’s battles. Shaking his head, the British man headed to the boxes and lifted one before looking at him. “Let’s take some of them upstairs and go see what that little monster’s doing.”
Xander tried to pick up a box but it was too heavy especially with his backpack on. He looked for a smaller box and grinned when he succeeded at lifting it up, and then he hurried after his guardian to his room.
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~ Wow! ~ Xander thought stunned as he dropped the box he held along with his backpack and gaped at his new room. It was a huge room. He could put lots of stuff in it and it would still not be enough to fill it. Mr. Giles sat the box he held and went to his son’s room. Xander eagerly followed him, wanting to see the Will Mr. Giles always talked about. He absolutely didn’t want to miss the shouting match. Mr. Giles didn’t even knock on the door, he just entered and Xander was right behind him.
He couldn’t hold in the snicker as he watched Mr. Giles’ son reclining in a chair wearing his headphones and nodding his head enthusiastically with the music. His eyes were firmly closed and he had a funny expression on his face. William Giles was a lean boy with blond, almost white, bleached hair that was done spiky. He was dressed like one of those rock stars on MTV and his nails were polished in black. His black shirt had torn sleeves that showed his muscular arms that were even bigger than Billy Anderson’s, the boy in his class. Xander touched his own arms. They were annoyingly slim. God, he hated that he didn’t hit puberty yet.
Mr. Giles approached his son and grabbed the headphones from his ears. Will took few seconds to grasp why he wasn’t hearing music anymore. Then he opened his sharp blue eyes and frowned up at his father. “What in bleedin’ hell did you do that for?! I bought those since you kept yappin' about not wanting to hear any of my bands in the house! I did what you said!” the bleached boy shouted at his father.
“First, watch your language young man and secondly, as much as I like not to listen to that rubbish again I want you to be able to hear me when I call you.” Mr. Giles scowled down at the blond boy.
“Were you calling me, Pops?” Will asked giving his old man the innocent face.
Mr. Giles rolled his eyes. “Well, I want you downstairs immediately to help with the boxes.”
“What boxes?” Will retorted irritated.
“Xander’s,” Mr. Giles answered looking like he wanted to smack Will on the head.
“Who’s Xander?”
“That would be me,” Xander answered and waved his hand to the older boy.
******
William's (Spike's) POV:
Spike stared at the young boy who stood by his door. He looked at him from head to toe. The boy was obviously about 10, wearing baggy clothes. His hair was a very dark brown and shaggy. His eyes were big and brown and he looked quite healthy. His upper lip was slightly sticking up which made him look adorable.
Spike was actually shocked when he heard about Mr. Harris' death. He was a close friend to his Pop. It just didn't seem right that he wouldn't be listening to Rupert yapping about what he had done with his friend. Not like Spike listened anyway. The blond was even more shocked when he heard that his father was going to adopt Mr. Harris' little boy. Aunt Lily told him lots of stories about the boy's family that Spike doubted Xander even knew.
~ So, that’s my new baby brother? ~ He thought with disgust and then pointed his finger at Xander in an indifferent manner while looking at his father. “Oh, that the whelp you adopted?” he asked unconcern.
“Will …” Rupert gasped.
“Yep, I am,” the shaggy haired boy answered. “And it’s Xander by the way. Xander. Got it, Billy Idol Wannabe?” The boy got balls. Talking to him like that. Hadn’t he realized that he was going to be living in the same house with Spike?
Spike made a mocking face. “Oh, he knows Billy Idol? I’m impressed!”
Xander was about to explode and Spike just grinned.
His father heaved a weary sigh, seeming to have just realized that he had got to take care of two little monsters. ~ Not to worry Pops, three months and then I’ll be a frat boy. ~
“Boys, please settle down. Will, do please come downstairs and help us with the boxes.”
Spike pointed at Xander. “It’s his. Why doesn’t he take them all to his bloody room by himself?”
“Because *I* said so! And no swearing!” Rupert yelled at him and that never led to anything good. He got up lazily and followed Pops and the Annoying Brat down the stairs. His eyes widened at the large number of boxes and before he could complain, Rupert gave him the warning look and he shut his gap completely.
Spike helped the two with the boxes and while he was at it, noticed his father was out of sight. He raised his leg in front of Xander who tripped on it and fell to the floor with the box in his hands. Spike grinned and kept walking knowing that the boy was glaring at his back.
*******
Author: Farah
Paring: S/X eventually
Rating: NC 17
Feedback: lusciousxander@yahoo.com
Summery: Ethan Harris died and left his son under his best friend's care.
Disclaimer: they belong to Joss and co etc.
Distribution: No way!!! Sure you can, if you don't I'll let you meet my Ripper. Just tell me first.
Notes: 1- Ethan is American and he's Xander's father. 2- Xander is 12 years old and looks like a fifth grade student.
Warning: Drug use, an almost rape attempt and bad language.
Thanks to Ebony and my best net friend Mera for the great beta.
Italics & *& capitals = emphasize ~ = thoughts
Stage One:
Part One
Xander ran his eyes around the huge lobby of his new home, yes, his new *home*. It had been a week since his father died leaving his guardianship to his best friend, Rupert Giles. That British man that had always visited them, played golf with his Dad and still ruffled his hair even though he was 12 years old. Mr. Giles and his Dad had been close friends since they attended Oxford together in Briton. The college for smart people. It surprised him that even though Mr. Giles graduated college with honors, he chose the job of a librarian in Sunnydale high school. His Dad told him that Mr. Giles’ devotion for books was the reason for his choice. Also, that school was where Mrs. Giles, the former Ms. Jenny Calendar, used to be the computer teacher.
Mrs. Giles died when she gave birth to their only son, William, who was now a senior in the same high school. Xander had never met the older boy, but Mr. Giles always complained to his Dad about William’s ‘aggravating’ behavior. He looked that word up in the dictionary and found out it meant ‘annoying’. His Dad always reminded Mr. Giles that William was a teenager and teenagers were always difficult to raise. At that moment his Dad would turn towards him and give him that warm look before saying softly, “I guess I’m soon to find out.”
Xander blinked trying to stop the tears from falling down. He clutched his backpack to him hard, and took a deep breath trying to clear his mind from the thoughts of his Dad because it always made him cry. He was not going to do that in front of Mr. Giles. He turned around to find the British man entering the front door holding another set of boxes. After his Dad died, Xander spent the week at Jesse’s place until Mr. Giles completed the guardianship forms. Jesse’s mom helped him pack his stuff from his place the pervious week. He loved Mrs. McNally, she had been more of a mother to him than his real Mom, who didn't bother to come to the funeral nor asked about him.
“Right then,” Mr. Giles said after he gently placed down the last set. “I believe this is it for today. I shall return tomorrow for the rest of your belongings.” His guardian flashed a warm smile at him.
Xander couldn’t help but smile back. “Thanks, Mr. G,” he murmured softly.
Mr. Giles raised a hand. “Call me …”
“I’m not calling you ‘dad’!” Xander spoke tightly before biting his lip. “I’m sorry, it’s just …”
“Don’t explain anything to me, Xander,” Mr. Giles said kindly. “I completely understand how you feel. Having just lost your father a week ago, must be really hard. And I wasn't suggesting that …"
Xander shook his head and cut the man's speech off. “You don’t understand! A week or ten years, I’m not calling you ‘dad’! I have a Dad. Even if he’s gone, I …” It was too much for him to handle his voice wavered and suddenly he broke into tears. He lowered his head and hugged his backpack to him forcefully. He felt Mr. Giles pulling him into a hug and he appreciated it. He didn’t care that he was crying. He was twelve and it had been only been a week since he had lost his Dad. His chest was burning and his emotions were on fire. The pain was too much to control and it was tearing him apart. He was rocking so hard and crying like he had never cried before.
Mr. Giles kept hugging him and muttering words of comfort. Xander didn’t comprehend what the man was saying and he didn’t care. The important thing was that Mr. Giles’ voice was soft and the British accent was comforting. His head began to hurt and he just wanted to stop because it hurt more to keep going. He gave a few sniffles before he stiffened and closed his eyes and just let his head rest on his guardian’s chest.
Mr. Giles was petting his hair smoothly and it felt nice. Soothing and calming. “I know I could never replace your father and I’m not going to attempt that,” Mr. Giles spoke. “But I will do whatever I can to make you feel as comfortable as you had felt back at your own home.”
Xander raised his head and smiled up at the man through his drying tears.
Mr. Giles smiled back causing Xander to blush, it was the first time he had a touching scene with this man. His relationship with Mr. Giles wasn’t as close as his with Jesse’s dad. Mr. Giles never took him fishing and the times he spent with him were always in the company of his Dad.
He backed away, looking elsewhere trying to find anything to change the subject. He spotted the large number of boxes. “Uh … we should get those to my room, right?” He hadn’t seen his room yet and judging from the size of the house he could bet that it was huge.
“Let me call William to help us,” Mr. Giles suggested as he stood by the stairs and called. “Will! Will! Come down here!”
There was no answer and Mr. Giles sighed with exasperation. “I suppose he’s wearing his headset again.”
Xander giggled quietly. He knew he would enjoy Mr. Giles and Will’s battles. Shaking his head, the British man headed to the boxes and lifted one before looking at him. “Let’s take some of them upstairs and go see what that little monster’s doing.”
Xander tried to pick up a box but it was too heavy especially with his backpack on. He looked for a smaller box and grinned when he succeeded at lifting it up, and then he hurried after his guardian to his room.
*******
~ Wow! ~ Xander thought stunned as he dropped the box he held along with his backpack and gaped at his new room. It was a huge room. He could put lots of stuff in it and it would still not be enough to fill it. Mr. Giles sat the box he held and went to his son’s room. Xander eagerly followed him, wanting to see the Will Mr. Giles always talked about. He absolutely didn’t want to miss the shouting match. Mr. Giles didn’t even knock on the door, he just entered and Xander was right behind him.
He couldn’t hold in the snicker as he watched Mr. Giles’ son reclining in a chair wearing his headphones and nodding his head enthusiastically with the music. His eyes were firmly closed and he had a funny expression on his face. William Giles was a lean boy with blond, almost white, bleached hair that was done spiky. He was dressed like one of those rock stars on MTV and his nails were polished in black. His black shirt had torn sleeves that showed his muscular arms that were even bigger than Billy Anderson’s, the boy in his class. Xander touched his own arms. They were annoyingly slim. God, he hated that he didn’t hit puberty yet.
Mr. Giles approached his son and grabbed the headphones from his ears. Will took few seconds to grasp why he wasn’t hearing music anymore. Then he opened his sharp blue eyes and frowned up at his father. “What in bleedin’ hell did you do that for?! I bought those since you kept yappin' about not wanting to hear any of my bands in the house! I did what you said!” the bleached boy shouted at his father.
“First, watch your language young man and secondly, as much as I like not to listen to that rubbish again I want you to be able to hear me when I call you.” Mr. Giles scowled down at the blond boy.
“Were you calling me, Pops?” Will asked giving his old man the innocent face.
Mr. Giles rolled his eyes. “Well, I want you downstairs immediately to help with the boxes.”
“What boxes?” Will retorted irritated.
“Xander’s,” Mr. Giles answered looking like he wanted to smack Will on the head.
“Who’s Xander?”
“That would be me,” Xander answered and waved his hand to the older boy.
******
William's (Spike's) POV:
Spike stared at the young boy who stood by his door. He looked at him from head to toe. The boy was obviously about 10, wearing baggy clothes. His hair was a very dark brown and shaggy. His eyes were big and brown and he looked quite healthy. His upper lip was slightly sticking up which made him look adorable.
Spike was actually shocked when he heard about Mr. Harris' death. He was a close friend to his Pop. It just didn't seem right that he wouldn't be listening to Rupert yapping about what he had done with his friend. Not like Spike listened anyway. The blond was even more shocked when he heard that his father was going to adopt Mr. Harris' little boy. Aunt Lily told him lots of stories about the boy's family that Spike doubted Xander even knew.
~ So, that’s my new baby brother? ~ He thought with disgust and then pointed his finger at Xander in an indifferent manner while looking at his father. “Oh, that the whelp you adopted?” he asked unconcern.
“Will …” Rupert gasped.
“Yep, I am,” the shaggy haired boy answered. “And it’s Xander by the way. Xander. Got it, Billy Idol Wannabe?” The boy got balls. Talking to him like that. Hadn’t he realized that he was going to be living in the same house with Spike?
Spike made a mocking face. “Oh, he knows Billy Idol? I’m impressed!”
Xander was about to explode and Spike just grinned.
His father heaved a weary sigh, seeming to have just realized that he had got to take care of two little monsters. ~ Not to worry Pops, three months and then I’ll be a frat boy. ~
“Boys, please settle down. Will, do please come downstairs and help us with the boxes.”
Spike pointed at Xander. “It’s his. Why doesn’t he take them all to his bloody room by himself?”
“Because *I* said so! And no swearing!” Rupert yelled at him and that never led to anything good. He got up lazily and followed Pops and the Annoying Brat down the stairs. His eyes widened at the large number of boxes and before he could complain, Rupert gave him the warning look and he shut his gap completely.
Spike helped the two with the boxes and while he was at it, noticed his father was out of sight. He raised his leg in front of Xander who tripped on it and fell to the floor with the box in his hands. Spike grinned and kept walking knowing that the boy was glaring at his back.
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