Title: Doomed to Make Mistakes
Summary: William is thrust into the present by a spell gone wrong.
Timeline: Post "Doomed"
Written for: lucky021 as part of eurydice72's William Ficathon, who requested Romantic Angst. Xander being nice, though reluctantly. Tara understanding when no one else does. William frightened and aroused by something kinky.
A/N: I’m usually Angstgirl, but for some reason the funny just wouldn’t stop coming. So it is a lot less angsty then anything I have ever written. Sorry about that. However, I’ve met all the other requirements quite nicely…er maybe. Depends on your definition of Kink. *g* Also my new shiny Spander obsession wouldn’t leave me alone, so we have whole bunches of Xander to play with.
Disclaimer: Not mine, wish they were
Beta: Big thanks to crazydiamondsue, for putting up with my constant shenanigans and for never complaining when I chain her to the computer to await my beck and call. * wink*
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Doomed to Make Mistakes
It was a simple spell.
Or it was supposed to be.
Xander just couldn’t take it anymore. Spike wouldn’t shut up. One minute he was thrilled he could fight again and he’d be begging to go on patrol, next he would tell them he was evil and then turn around and drive Xander around the bend with insults and the cycle would start over. And no matter how many times he complained, Giles refused to take the vampire back.
He asked Willow what she could do. Her answer: a spell. And she said it was simple, no problem.
No problem? Yeah, right! This wasn’t a problem – it was a disaster.
It was just supposed to keep him quiet, more subdued, and less of a nuisance but oh, no, it couldn’t be that simple. Once he had Spike tied to the chair, he used the phone upstairs to call Willow over. Spike didn’t have enough time to wonder why Willow was stopping by that late at night before a light sprinkle of some sleeping dust was covering him. After a few choice curse words Xander wasn’t too familiar with, the protesting stopped.
Of course there was the hullabaloo and the chanting, followed by fireworks and the light show which all ended up with an unconscious vampire and a good night’s sleep. Willow said the spell would take effect overnight and to be prepared for a kindlier, gentler Spike in the morning.
But he was so not expecting what he saw when he woke up.
Because that wasn’t the vampire tied to his orange, broken down chair, it was someone else. He looked remarkably like Spike, except for the hair and clothes, and why was he wearing a long sleeve dress? He was asleep, perhaps still under the powder’s effect, and tied to the chair in the exact same way Xander had tied Spike the night before. Which gave Xander some time to figure this out.
He called Willow to come over immediately but she must have already left for class because the machine picked up, so he left a message. Then he sat, waited and thought. Somehow, it had to be the spell. Oh, Willow and he were in for it, big time.
Or maybe not! Spike could have slipped out, found some guy who looked just like him, put him in a dress, and tied him up down here, therefore ensuring escape…yeah, not likely.
He knew this was somehow his fault, it was the spell he and Willow worked on Spike last night. He just didn’t want to face the truth.
It was then that the man started to stir. Xander quickly got up and pulled on the first shirt he could find and jerked a pair of black sweats over his boxers. The man came awake with a jolt, taking in his surroundings with eyes as wide as saucers. They settled on Xander and he knew with just that look, that this really wasn’t Spike. Those eyes showed a fear Xander had never seen directed at him before. Even all the demons and vamps he had managed to kill never saw him as a threat.
Whoever this was, he was terrified of Xander and no matter what spell Spike might be under, that would never happen.
Xander swung his arms up in an ‘I surrender’ or ‘We come in peace’ gesture. He really wasn’t sure. He just wanted to make sure the guy knew he wouldn’t be hurt. Of course, that would probably be more convincing if he wasn’t standing next to a man tied up and not untying him.
“Um, hi?” Xander gave a tiny wave.
And then the screaming started.
Xander was now running up to Giles’ courtyard at break neck speed. After Spike-lite, as he chose to call him, having no alternative, woke up and started screaming, Xander quickly doused him with more sleeping potion, watching as the tied man tried to shake it out of his sleep-tousled hair like a sheep dog. In seconds, his new guest, that just happened to be tied up in his basement – no sir, officer…this isn’t at all what it looks like – was out cold and Xander was out the door.
He ran all the way to Giles’ in the hopes of finding Willow or leaving a message for her. He was about halfway there before he realized it would have saved him time, trouble and a few side splints if he had used the phone, but then that was what reasonable people did. No, he had someone tied up in his basement that was once a vampire and now wasn’t, he was far from reasonable.
It had never bothered him to tie-up Spike before. The guy deserved it, after all the years of hell he put them all through. But this guy wasn’t Spike and it left a bad taste in his mouth, or that could be the Cheetos working their way back up.
Rounding the corner with Giles’ apartment in sight, Xander slowed to a walk and tried to calm himself down. “Calm. Stay calm. Need a plan. Find Will.” Good, on our way to a good start. “Reverse spell. Forget this ever happened. Yup, sounds about right.”
He knocked on Giles’ door and scrubbed his palms through his hair, trying to make himself look somewhat less crazy. After a few minutes, Giles opened the door wearing a bathrobe and a holding a mug of steaming hot tea, with an incredibly perturbed look on his face. “Xander? What on earth are you doing here at this hour?”
“Oh?” Xander looked at his watch and moaned. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet, but with all the insaneness of what happened this morning, he’d forgotten. “Ummm, I was just wondering if you’d seen Willow, but I’m guessing not! Unless, there’s something you’d like to tell me,” he waved at the slightly askew robe. “Something that I should know about? But then I’d have to kill ya.” Xander tried to laugh but it sounded fake even to him.
“Xander,” Giles sighed, “was there something you needed?”
“Willow. I need to find her. Thought maybe I’d leave a message for her here.”
“You could have called.”
“Yes,” he mumbled, “that would have made more sense.”
“Is everything alright? There’s nothing wrong, is there? You seem very…unsettled.”
“No! Nothing wrong here. All’s right as rain. I’ll just be moseying on. You’ll tell Willow to call me right away, if you see her that is…not like she’d be in there now?” There was that fake laugh again. Damn, I thought I’d learned to lie better than this.
Giles looked a little hesitant to let that end the conversation. Usually, when one of the Scoobies banged on his door early in the morning, it meant possible apocalypse. So to leave with only getting a simple message probably confused him.
“Are you sure?” Giles asked.
Xander started walking backwards to escape any closer scrutiny, “Yup, no worries. Got to be going to work now. See you later!” He quickly turned and ran out of the quad, leaving Giles to wonder what evil entity had possessed that boy now.
Xander really did have to work. Luckily, his supervisor at the construction site seemed to like him; it was the best job he’d had in awhile. Now he just had to be sure he didn’t lose it, he had to be on site in less than an hour. He didn’t want to be late, but he couldn’t stop himself from going back home and checking on the…what? Man? Vampire? Hostage?
The thought made him cringe. When did he become some crazed captor? How had the spell brought this man into Spike’s place? Was it Spike or some version of him? He was over a hundred-years-old; he might have looked like that a long time ago. He couldn’t have been bleaching his hair forever. So did that mean…no. That couldn’t have been what Spike was like as a human. No way! They had all thought Spike was evil and sadistic before becoming a vampire. Hello, William the Bloody isn’t William the Cuddly, but in his basement, tied to his chair, was a guy that didn’t look like he’d hurt a fly. Much less eat half of Europe.
Xander took in a deep breath to steady his nerves, and walked around to the door leading the basement from the outside. His fear about what he’d find inside made him think twice before trying the door and he made his way back up to look inside the tiny windows and peered inside.
His stomach curled in horror at the scene inside. Whoever the man was, whatever he once was, now tears streamed down his face, chest heaving as he sobbed while trying to undo the ropes keeping him captive. Xander could see red rope burns covering his shins and thighs where the weird dress had ridden up, revealing skin, and his fingers and forearms were scratched and bleeding from constantly trying to reach the knot tied behind the chair.
Xander wasn’t sure what he was more afraid of. That he could be the cause of this man’s pain, or that he was just about to go down there and cause more. He just couldn’t risk him escaping. He hadn’t figured out who he was, how he got here, or what it all meant.
He slowly made his way back to the door, not wanting to do this but knowing he didn’t have a choice. He gripped the door handle, took a steadying breath and quietly opened the door, not wanting to upset Spike-lite any more than he had too.
Xander watched as Spike-lite immediately froze when he realized he had returned. He brought his head up, and stared, bright blue eyes wide and slim body coiled tight in terror. Xander’s stomach rolled.
He took a few steps towards his captive and cleared his throat, afraid to say the wrong thing. “Umm, hey. So, did you sleep well?” Good one.
Spike-lite flinched back into the chair, closed his eyes tight and whispered, “Why have you brought me here?”
“I didn’t mean to. It just happened, sorta by magic,” Xander released a nervous chuckle but it only seem to make Spike-lite more uneasy. And he really needed to find out who this was. He didn’t have a lot of time.
“So,” Xander continued, “what’s your name?”
“Wi-lliam,” he couldn’t stop a sniffle as it escaped and absently wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
Huh, should have figured. This really must be Spike before he was…Spike. “So, when-” Xander stopped himself. It might not be a good idea to reveal too much, especially about time-warping vampires that were no longer vampires. Just get the basics, so Willow could work out what went wrong later, and go. “Where are you from?” God, he sounded like a tourist guide. Tour the Hellmouth, slay a demon, win a free t-shirt!
“Why…wh-what do you want…with me?” William stuttered over his words, body quivering slightly.
Xander realized he’d have to put William at ease or he was going to have a heart attack. Huh, Spike had a heart. Who knew?
“Listen, I don’t have a lot of time.” He started to walk towards the chair, to check on the knot and make sure it was secure. “I just came back to check on you – ”
“We don’t have anything!” William blurted out, body straining against his bonds.
“Huh?” Xander stopped dead in his tracks.
“Mother and I,” William quickly continued, “We live by reputation alone! You’ve made an error! The ransom would scarcely meet your needs. Surely you see now, there is no longer a reason to hold me. Please, release me.” Stressed beyond his limits and emotional drained from his shameful confession, William slumped into the chair, lowering his head. “Please,” he whispered, eyes raised to look at Xander beneath his lashes, “release me.”
Woah! Huh? Ransom? Mother? Ha! Spike was a mamma’s boy! Oh, he was so gonna hear it when he got back. Xander was enjoying a little mental payback when he heard muffled cries and looked down to see William trembling as once more the tears flowed freely down his face. Whoops! Wrong guy to be gloating over.
Xander kneeled down, in the hopes of seeming less threatening. Who’d have ever thought I’d ever need to worry about that? “Listen, I know you’re scared. But I don’t want to hurt you. I just need some more time.”
William eased a little, “How much time? Mother…she needs me.”
Xander resisted the urge to chuckle, “Tonight, I promise. We’ll have you back where you belong, no problems.”
“But wh-why bring me here at all?”
Xander sighed, “It was a mistake. One big, giant mistake.”
William seemed hesitant but nodded slightly, “Can you…please untie me?”
“Uh, no.” Xander moved quickly and jumped behind the chair, out of William’s possible reach. But William hadn’t moved, instead he went ridged in fear as Xander stood behind him. Xander tried to not let it bother him. He hated the fact he had to hurt this guy who obviously was very different from the killer they all knew. He worked quickly, tightening the loosened knot and then reached for the bag of sleeping dust.
When William saw the bag, he started to struggle once more, blue eyes widening, filling with tears. “No, please! Please stop! I’ve done nothing!”
Xander shuddered as he watched his captive kick and grind his skin uselessly against the bonds. “I know.” Words that felt alien in his throat fought to the surface in a whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Then, not being able to look anymore, he shut his eyes tight and quickly doused his captive in dust. He stood still, eyes clamped shut, head bowed, breathing hard, listening as William’s struggles and cries slowed and then stopped.
When had he become a bully? How was he going to be able to look himself in the mirror when all this was over? Why did he have to become the bad guy?
In anger and frustration he lashed out, punching a fist size hole into the wall. He used his free hand to wipe absently at a tear rolling down his cheek, feeling numb and useless. And not at all like a good guy at the moment. William didn’t deserve any of this.
He’d really managed to screw up big, this time. He just hoped that one day, he’d be able to forgive himself.
Buffy quickly walked down the halls of Sunnydale U, barely escaping a confrontation with Riley after their class. Luckily, a student had needed his assistance and when Riley’s back was turned she’d bolted for the door.
She’d kissed Riley a few days ago, and while Riley was all kinds of cute, the feeling of doom returned soon after and she was currently doing her best to avoid him. She’d been so adamant that they not start anything, and then she goes over and kisses him? She was confused about the whole thing. That didn’t bode well for how he was feeling.
So she tried very hard to be the last person in the class and the first out. She just didn’t want to get into it with him again. The last thing she needed was a guilt trip or more of him trying to convince her that they would be the perfect couple, working side by side, fighting demons. Did he not understand the dangers he was in? Or the danger his inexperience put her in? It just would never work, now all she had to do was tell him that.
She was sure he knew something was wrong, stealthy she was not. But there was no way she could be with him, not if he chose to interfere in her work. Xander, Willow, Giles – they all knew the score, but Riley was a loose cannon and if she stayed with him, someone would get hurt.
With her classes done for the day, she made her way to Giles’. Maybe some big evil was brewing and needed to be put down. At least that way she could work off some of this tension. She strode in, not bothering to knock. “Giles!” she called out, dropping her book bag in the desk chair. “Tell me that some big bad is in need of a good killing!”
Giles walked into the living room, “Sorry to disappoint but the world is not in peril today, but I’m sure if we give it some time…”
“Oh great,” she muttered, as she plopped onto the couch. “I was really hoping you had something for me to kill.” She started picking at her peeling fingernail polish.
“I’m afraid not, but-”
Buffy looked up at that, excited. “But? There’s a but?”
“Xander was here, very early this morning.”
She deflated, “And this is world-in-peril stuff, why?”
“He was acting…” he stopped, searching for the right way to describe Xander’s behavior, “stranger than usual.”
Buffy’s eyebrows rose, “So, we’re talking, what? Hyena possession, mummy girl obsession, what?”
“That’s just it. I’m not sure.”
“Well, what did he want?”
“He wanted to see Willow.”
“Giles, I think you’re off your game. How exactly is this strange?”
“It is just a feeling that I had. It would probably be wise to investigate a little further.”
Buffy was skeptical but it wouldn’t hurt to stop by Xander’s place and see him. She hadn’t spent as much time with him as she’d like recently and missed him being around. “All right. I’m on it. But I think you’re seeing big bads where there is just…Xanders.”
Giles ignored her quip. “You said you wanted something to do.”
“I said ‘something to kill’. There is a difference.”
Giles pursed his lip in disapproval. Not wanting a lecture, Buffy quickly gathered up her bag, “Alright, I’m going. I’m going.”
Buffy knocked on the door leading to the basement of the Harris household for the third time. She normally would have assumed that no one was home, since no one was answering, but she could feel someone inside. There wasn’t any noise, but her skin tingled just a bit. Someone was in there but they weren’t coming out. Xander might be sleeping. Maybe whatever had gotten into him early had worn him out.
Now she was really curious. She walked up the steps and knelt down by the tiny windows and glanced inside. What she saw just didn’t make any sense. There was someone tied up in Xander’s basement?
Buffy pulled back and shook her head, trying to clear the image. Then she bent down and looked again. Nope, it was real. There really was some guy tied up down there. What in the world are you up to now, Xander?
She stood up, brushed off the dirt from her designer skirt and strode down to the door again. She tried the handle but, of course, it was locked. Heaving a sigh and a silent apology she broke the lock and walked inside.
The man was sleeping, head resting against his shoulder, crumpled hair covering his forehead. She noticed several scrapes on his fingers and arms and rope burn that traversed his legs in all directions. His face was red and puffy; it looked like he had cried himself to sleep. What was going on?
“Hey,” she nudged his shoulder slightly. He didn’t respond.
She gave him a little more of a nudge and when he didn’t respond a second time she took a better look around. Now she noticed dust of some kind in his hair, lap, all around the chair. She rubbed the substance between her thumb and forefinger and thought it seemed familiar but couldn’t quite place it.
After a few more tries, it was obvious he wasn’t going to wake up. She called Giles and asked if he could come and pick them up. As much as she loved Xander, this basement was kind of creepy. It was giving her the wiggins. She noticed a new hole in the wall and wondered how long it had been there, then saw the strange powder surrounding the edges. Whatever had happened here, it wasn’t good.
She started to undo the knot. It was then that he started to wake up. She came back around, one hand still working the knot while the other brushed his hair out if his face. He was groggy, blue eyes unfocused and glazed, a small trail of drool made its way down his chin. If she wasn’t so unsure of what was going on, she would have thought he looked adorable.
“Hey,” she cupped his cheek with her free hand, trying to raise his face, “can you tell me what happened here?”
He wasn’t meeting her eyes. Instead they traveled around the room in circles. Buffy realized the dust must have been a potion or drug of some kind. Something to keep him out of it, subdued.
She undid the last of the knot and took his shaking hands in hers. “You’re safe now.”
“No,” his voice was raspy and his head bobbed as he tried to meet her eyes, “he will come back. You must not be here.”
“Who? Who did this? Was there more than one of them? Was there a tall dark haired guy with you? He’s a friend of mine.”
“An oaf!” he instantly became agitated. She had to hold him down, his equilibrium was off and he almost fell out of the chair onto the floor. “The lowest of the low! A scoundrel that does not listen to reason.”
“Oaf? How big was it? What did it look like? Did it take Xander?!” Oh no, what happened? If some ugly oaf thing has eaten Xander? Please Xander be alright.
“Only me.” He fought against her arms, body bending halfway into her lap. “But you must leave this place. It is not safe for a young miss such as yourself.”
“Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”
At that he raised his head, a look of awe on his face, “Are you an angel?”
She chuckled at the irony. “No, just a girl.”
“Not just a girl. A vision. My savior.” He closed his eyes and nestled into her embrace.
“Yeah,” she chuckled, “sounds like someone’s had a little too much of…something.” She wanted to pull him up but there was something about the way he curled into her, body half on and half off the chair, nose burrowing into the crook of her neck, that just made her want to keep holding him. For a moment she allowed herself the feeling, holding him, stroking his back and running her fingers through his disheveled hair, also hoping it would calm him.
But then the moment was gone. “Come on,” she stood, letting him balance himself against her, “let’s get you ready to go. Where are your clothes? And why are you wearing a dress?”
Xander was feeling a little bit better about everything. He’d had a good day at work and had formed a plan to handle William. This was all going to work out. And work out for the better. No more Spike. Where was the bad in that? And William seemed like an okay guy. It’d be nice to have another man around again. Now, all he had to do was convince the guys, and especially Giles, that this was a good idea.
But in the mean time, he’d have to make it up to William. He really felt like a shit, it just wasn’t natural to watch another man cry. So to make it up to him, he was going to break the rules and do something no longer allowed in the Harris household. If he got caught, it wouldn’t be pretty. If he didn’t, he was off the hook. His parents would blame each other.
Sneaking in the front door of the house, he quickly made his way to the kitchen and quietly rummaged through the pantry, picking out a diverse selection of food and snacks, hoping to find something that William would like. Once he had his arms full, he headed downstairs.
The bag of chips on the top of the pile made it hard to see around, but he stealthy made it down to the basement. Stepping up to the shelf behind the orange chair, he started talking as he set the food down. “I grabbed a lot of food. I figure you haven’t eaten anything today and must be starving. Hopefully, I grabbed something you’d like. Covered all four food groups. Sugar, salt, fat, and candy.” He threw a bag of chocolate covered nuts into the chair, thinking it would land in William’s lap, instead, it bounced off the seat and landed on the floor with a plastic crunch.
He turned at the sound and looked down into the chair. It was empty. Nothing remained but the tangled ropes sitting in a pool of sleeping dust.
William was gone.
Part 2 is here
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