Title: Facing Their Pasts Prologue+1/9+Epilogue
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: A Sequel to 'Imprisonments'. The past comes back for both boys.
Warnings/Spoilers: Human verse and OOC
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
It had been three months since William moved to Sunnydale and into Xander's small apartment. At first it was a little awkward. They were both worried, afraid it wouldn't work out. They were tense around each other and they only really seemed to relax when Willow and Buffy were with them. It was the girls who finally told the guys to loosen up around each other and that everything would be fine. After that they stopped worrying that they might do something that the other might not like they actually started to really enjoy their time together.
William was used to having a roommate of sorts; he never had one that he cared for though. It took some time to get used to the fact that Xander was blind in one eye even though William had been aware of it for months. On more than one occasion he had approached from Xander's blind side, startling the poor boy.
Xander on the other had had never lived with anyone other than his parents. It took some time for him to adjust to the fact that he couldn't leave his wet towels or dirty underwear on the floor in the bathroom. Talk about embarrassing.
They divided the chores except they each had to do their own laundry. William offered to do the shopping; Xander was getting better being able to go out even if it was only for half an hour but he wasn't ready to be in such a crowded building and fighting over the last bag of mini marshmallows. William still stood by his story that an old lady he fought was superhuman. It was the only explanation for why she won and he ended up on the floor.
Xander told William everything about his past, even how his father had verbally and physically abused him. The only reason he made it through was Willow and then Buffy when she moved into town. Spike only talked about his mom and how she was an artist. She was a painter and sculptor. William spoke little of his father, only that he came from money and that he would throw money at both William's mother and him when he forgot art gallery openings or school plays.
Even though William didn't talk much about his father Xander knew he thought about him a lot and Xander decided that if William wouldn't make the first move he would do it for him. After all that was what boyfriends were for, right? So here he was begging Willow to find William's father. It wouldn't be that hard considering, his name had been written on William's criminal record. Elliot Pratt.
Finally after a month of hounding Xander finally broke Willow and she tracked Elliot down. Then all Xander had to do was wait for William to be asleep. Then Xander snuck out of bed at three in the morning because of the time difference to make the call. He decided a few minutes wouldn't make a difference and that he wanted to do this before he chicken out. Xander wanted to do this before he chickened out.
The phone rang three times before someone picked up. "Elliot Pratt."
"Hi… Mr. Pratt. You don't know me but I'm a friend of William's. Alexander Harris," Xander said, not sure how to start the conversation.
It was silent for a minute before Xander heard a sigh. "What has he done now?"
"Nothing, he's not in any trouble I mean," Xander reassured the older man.
"I do not understand why you are calling me then," Mr. Pratt said. He hadn't talked to his son in ten years. "Does he want money?"
Xander was shocked that, was the first thing he would ask. "No, he has a job. Well a part time job at a local mechanic's. He is also going to the university; he is taking a literature course."
"I am still wondering why you are calling me," Mr. Pratt said. "I am a busy man."
"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous. I'm calling because I know Will misses you. He would never admit it but I know," Xander confessed for William. "I was wondering… his birthday is coming up next week and I thought maybe you could come for a visit?"
It was silent once again and Xander could hear pages being turned. "It appears that I could take some time off next week. Are you in Los Angeles?"
"No, Sunnydale California, it's only a few hours from LA." Xander explained. He also gave Mr. Pratt the address.
"I will get my pilot to find this Sunnydale," Mr. Pratt said with some distaste. "I'll be there next Wednesday."
Xander let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir." They both said their goodbyes and hung up.
William was about to get a surprise of a life-time.