How Green Becomes Wood

"She is coming. I am sure it will be tough on her, but it would be harder to keep her away. You know how she is," He smiled just barely, "if we tried to keep her home she would probably destroy the house. Right?" He pulled one leg up, unintentionally mimicking Xander's posture. In truth, he was worried about bringing her into a hospital, especially this week. Emotionally it would be hell, because they were at the 20 week mark, and the memory of the last time she was in the hospital at 20 weeks... But he also worried about her immune system. It was weakened simply because she was pregnant. But he knew she'd be a wreck regardless of where she was, so it'd be better for her to be a wreck beside him than alone.

Dark fiddled with his wedding ring and looked up at every passing medical staff, hoping one of them would bring even a sentence of news--good news--"I do not know. Soon. I am sure it will be soon." They were probably pumping his stomach, but he didn't really know how the process worked, and feared frightening Xander more by just saying the words and letting him conjure something awful.
 
Xander nodded vaguely. "Yeah. It'd be better, I guess. Then she can be with you. Just hope she's okay." He pressed his forehead into his knees. He felt so helpless! Why had this happened? How could he have done something differently? Oh, he could have done a lot of things differently, starting with letting Declan just sweep him away. What was he thinking? He, of all people, should have known better.

Tipping his head up and resting his chin on his knees, he asked Dark in a quiet, dull tone, "Did you know Declan was leaving today?"
 
"No. If I had, I would have told you. I am sure you would have thought I was lying to you, but I would have told you. Neither of us knew," He sighed, focusing his eyes on Xander again, "I wish we had, so we could have prepared you. I..." He chucked, and looked down at his hands and confessed, "The fact he left without saying anything, honestly, makes me so angry that... for the first time in years, I think I actually want to hit someone. It is a very strange feeling. But I did not know until you told me. As much as I did not like him, I am sorry that he left you again. You deserve better."
 
"He told me he was leaving tomorrow," Xander told him. "He kept dropping hints..." He hesitated and then shook his head. "No, looking back, they weren't hints. I was hearing what I wanted to hear. I thought he was saying I could go with him, but, no, he was just saying stuff that made him sound cool without promising anything. I thought I'd take him up on what I thought he was offering and leave with him. He said he was just going to Beaverton for a couple of days, and I assumed he'd be coming back. But when I got there... I overheard him telling the lady something else."

He told Dark the shortened form of the story, of how Declan had admitted he didn't intend to be back for a couple of years and was actually leaving that day instead of the next. Of how he'd yelled at Declan and told him to never come back. As Xander related the story, he realized he wasn't angry at Declan, not really. Disgusted, yes, but not angry. In reality, what could he expect of someone like that? Declan was a creep, but Xander mostly blamed himself for letting himself get pulled in and deceived. He'd had his suspicions the first time they'd met. He should have trusted his gut, not let the flashy smile and the cool words and the exotic adventures sway him. It was his own fault. He should have listened to himself, to Dark and Daizi, and to Alec. He'd let himself get carried away by a gilded charlatan, and everyone was paying for it, not just him. That was the worst part.
 
Dark listened to everything Xander said without interrupting him. When he finished, Dark took a deep breath and bent down towards him, "It is not your fault, Xander. You were right when you said he was using you. He was. He wanted to have fun, and I am sure he wanted to feel a little bit less like scum, so he could say he tried. You are not at fault when somebody else hurts you. It is not wrong of you to have hoped for him to be honest, it is not wrong of you to hope that he wanted you." Dark swallowed, and tears came to his eyes as he looked at Xander, "You are fifteen. And the world has done nothing but tear you down, it is natural to hope that this time it would be different. It is not your fault he hurt you."
 
Xander shook his head. "It doesn't matter." He clenched his hands together, glaring at the floor. "It doesn't matter that he doesn't want us or me. It's his loss. It's his mistake, right? He thinks he doesn't us?" Xander snorted. "We don't need him, either! We don't." He took a deep breath, the flash of anger already dying away. There was too much sadness and pain to keep it alive. "I don't care that he doesn't want us. Not one bit. It's no loss to us at all. In fact, we learned something from it: blood is weaker than water by a lot."
 
"The blood of the covenant is stronger than the water of the womb." Dark replied. It was a myth that version of the phrase was the original, but it didn't bring any less comfort, "And you are right, it is his mistake. I am sure he will realize that, when he is old and alone, and he will see he made the greatest mistake of his life in leaving you."

Not too long later, Dark glanced up, for what felt like no reason, and saw Daizi standing lost just to the side of the doorway. Whoever had helped her find the waiting room did not stick around long enough to help her find her family, and there were too many voices and sounds to cut through them. Quickly, Dark murmured to Xander she had arrived, and then got up to bring her over to where they were seated.

"Have you heard anything else?" She asked, in a brittle, meek voice, her hands clenching her cane so tightly her knuckles were white.

"No, not yet." He replied.

She nodded a lot, but couldn't manage to say anything as a million fears and anxieties coloured her face.
 
Seeing Daizi so afraid, so fragile, and so strangely small felt like a physical blow. Xander swallowed hard and still had to try twice to get his voice to work properly. "Hey, Daizi," he said quietly. "I'm... I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for all of this. You didn't need this. I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, determined not to let this be about him. "You should sit next to Dark. It can't be much longer."
 
"It's not your fault," She replied, and Dark pulled her in so they were sharing a seat, even though the two of them didn't fit easily in it, especially not at her current size. Being back in the hospital at the same point, with a child, again, in danger. Not the one who lived, or had ever lived, inside of her, but the feeling was similar. At least this time her body wasn't being ripped apart in addition to her soul. But she still wanted to scream. She had been praying, this whole week, she had been praying that her daughter would live, and now she kept thinking she didn't realize it was an either-or situation.

"Take deep breaths, Spider," Dark advised her, "we should all just--take deep breaths."
 
Just then, a doctor came over, calm, but grave, his expression strangely neutral. He walked passed them first, and stopped to talk to a man near the entrance. They spoke for a moment, and then the two of them, strangely, came to stand in front of Xander, Dark, and Daizi. The second man stood behind the doctor and off to one side, seeming to stay somewhat detached while calmly looking them over. At six feet, he was a big man, wide, and muscled. He looked like he bench-pressed refrigerators for fun. The leathers with their various patches and Harley Davidson on the back, shaved head, and small mustache with a bushy beard spoke of a biker. Xander watched with confusion. What could this fellow have to do with them?

The doctor checked his clipboard. "The Wahid and Dark family, right? Your foster son, Alec, is doing just fine and is out of the woods." He didn't look as happy as a doctor should at delivering that announcement.

Xander didn't care. He surged to his feet. "He's okay? He's really going to be okay?"

The doctor favored Xander a smile. "Yes, son, he's going to be fine."
 
"What happened? What is wrong with him?" Dark asked, because he knew Daizi couldn't, and he glanced at the other stranger, "Who is this?"

"Can we see him," Daizi murmured.
 
The doctor waited for their questions to stop. "It was presumed that he'd ingested a potentially harmful amount of medication. However, we found nothing like that in his stomach. What we did find is that he is severely underweight and moderately malnourished and dehydrated. Thankfully, it is not to a permanently damaging degree. Because of what we have found, however, we would like you to speak to this agent from the CPS."

The man nodded. "Afternoon. My name is Lance Constable, and I'm from the Child Protective Agency." He still seemed completely calm and even relaxed, not at all angry, threatening, or suspicious. Then again, a man of his size didn't need to try.

Xander stiffened. "What?"
 
"We've been getting him help," Daizi mumbled, her breathing quickened, "we've been trying to get him help, we found him a therapist," She combed her fingers through her hair, trembling all over.

Dark blinked, his mouth going dry. He knew Alec wasn't well, but like Daizi said, they were trying to fix it, "Can we speak somewhere more private?"
 
"This isn't their fault!" Xander blurted, glaring between the doctor and the agent. "This isn't their fault! They've been helping us! If anything, it's my fault! It's that damn Declan! If you take us away-"

"Whoa, slow down, son, slow down," the biker rumbled, holding up his tanned, calloused hands. "Easy does it. We're not going to be taking anyone away. I just need to have a couple of conversations for now."

Xander studied him suspiciously. "You're not going to take us and stick us in some home? I promise you we'll run if you try."

"I make no promises I can't keep," the man said calmly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slightly rumpled bill. "There's a drink machine right over there across the lobby. Why don't you get yourself a soda? Take your time so your guardians and I can talk. There's an office just over there. We'll leave the door open so everyone can see everyone else, we'll have a nice chat, and then we'll see where things stand. Okay?"

Xander hesitated a moment. Then he gritted his teeth, snatched the bill from his hand, and marched off. The CPS agent guided them to a rather small office that had seats for seven people as long as they didn't mind sitting very close. As promised, he left the door open and took the farthest seat, relaxing back in the chair and letting Dark and Daizi get settled.
 
Daizi began mumbling out to Dark in Arabic, clutching at his shirt, and her voice became increasingly shrill and panicked while Dark stood and helped her to her feet. After walking a few steps she stumbled, but Dark helped make sure she didn't fall, and he helped to sit her down while she touched her hand repeatedly to her chest, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"Breathe," He told her, but she kept shaking her head. They were going to take her boys. They were. They were going to take them, and if they took them, they'd come back for the baby, too. She'd give birth and they'd come and they'd take her baby. And they'd have no one again. Only it would be so much worse. There they were in the hospital, and they were going to take away her children again, and she wasn't even going to have anything to bury. And she was dying too, she felt it, she was dying, there, at the hospital, at 20 weeks, she was dying, and they were going to take everyone away. Dark was saying something. She couldn't hear him. Only her heartbeat, she could only hear her heartbeat. It sounded like drums in her ears, it was probably going to explode. Her blood felt so hot but she was shivering. She was going to lose everything.

And Alec had been so sick. They had been trying to help him. But they had failed to do so. They had failed him. It was all fate, she had been tempting fate. She had strayed from the path. And now the day of reckoning had come, she could feel it. She was dying. She was never supposed to be a mother because she was terrible at it. She must be. So now the universe was righting itself. And she deserved it. Alec and her had danced to the song. She remembered it all too vividly now:
For I must die for what I've done
A twist of fate a desert sun
For I see what I destroy
Sweet reflection knife into me
For I see what I destroy
I can see what I've become


It was a warning, all that time ago, it was a warning. She should've listened. She couldn't listen. Now in the hospital at twenty weeks they were going to take away all of her children and she was going to die.
 
"Okay," the CPS agent said as they settled into their seats, "like I said, my name is Lance Constable. My parents thought they were quite funny." He gave a tiny smile but moved on quickly. "The first thing I'm going to say is when I see guardians this upset, it usually means one of two things." He raised on rather stumpy digit. "They are terrified they've been caught out doing something bad, or," the second digit rose, "They actually care about their kids and are scared of losing them." He dropped his hand. "I've been doing this long enough to see you look like you probably fall into the second camp. That, and your other boy. Xander, right? That didn't look scripted or prompted, and you don't wanna know how often that happens. So. I wanna say it don't look like you'll be losing guardianship. But, I am required by law to investigate all claims, including the ridiculous ones." He rested his arms lightly over his chest and leaned back. "Why don't you start at the top?"
 
Dark had his hand on Daizi's back, but she was non-responsive to it, "At the top?" He repeated, unsure of exactly how far back to begin. But he asked for the top, so he began all the way back with when he was only their teacher, before even their mother died, and explained how the teachers all had concerns about the twins, and how the concerns only increased after Tara died. Then he explained how he had found them alone in the snow, freezing, "they were only, I want to say, about this tall, then," he held his hand more or less at the height they were, "and starving. Xander, the one out there, was angry, Alec, the--" he faltered, and had to stop for a moment before continuing to explain how the twins ended up living with them into the new year because of the snow, and how then, in order to prevent them from running away, they had agreed to foster them, "because we did not want anything to happen to them."

"It was surprisingly easy at first, but then..." He looked over at Daizi, still entirely in the throws of her panic attack, and briefly thought about skipping beyond certain details, but decided it was stupid to, "my wife became pregnant--unplanned--it took them both a little while to adjust to it. But we worked with them, and got them to a place they were comfortable with it. And this whole time, mind you, we had been urging them to attend therapy, but they were not comfortable with that idea."

He then explained how, roughly a month ago, their biological father and aunt showed back up in their lives, for the first time since conception, and they had been having meetings with him. Xander, Dark explained, took to the man, but Alec did not, "and Declan, their father, their biological father, he encouraged this separation. He really put all of his attention on Xander, nearly exclusively suggesting activities Xander would enjoy, but Alec would not, and I tried to convince him to be more open to his other son, but he swore there was not a difference. So we began to give extra attention to Alec, because we did not want him to seem less worthy of affection than his brother, which I fear only increased the divide we have been experiencing," He exhaled, "and Alec is extremely co-dependent with Xander, and it was something we had been trying to work on, but it was difficult because Alec is a people-pleaser, and Xander is extremely protective, so it was difficult to. And we noticed, we knew, the stress of it was literally eating away at Alec, like Daizi said, we had been trying to help him, we found therapists, but this past week everything became much worse, because Declan and Xander had been spending much more time together, and Alec had sworn off seeing Declan at all. Then, this morning, Xander and I got into an argument, just one of those really classic stupid arguments you get into with teenagers--I am a high school teacher, I already said that, I have had so many--so I stayed calm, and when I was giving them space to cool off, Xander attempted to leave, but changed his mind after learning that man who created them was abandoning them for a second time, without planning to say goodbye, and I think it was just..." His voice broke again, "I thought Alec was struggling with depression. Changes in appetite, he was tired all the time, he did not enjoy art as much as he used to, and I had convinced him to give therapy a shot, we were getting him help, we were in the process of getting him help."
 
Lance leaned forward slowly, the chair creaking under his weight. "That's quite a story," he said soberly. "Quite a messy story." He nodded slowly. "And this Declan fellow, their biological father, he's left again with no contact?" He grunted, seemed to consider something for a moment, and then shifted, pulling a tiny, bedraggled notebook out of his pocket. He made a note, mumbling under his breath as he did so. "Right." He tucked the notebook back into his pocket. "I want to talk to Alec and Xander next, just to be sure their version lines up with yours. You can be present if you think they'll be open and tell the truth with you in the room."

"I'm more likely to tell you a fantasy if they're not," Xander said from the doorway. He'd been lingering just outside, listening.

Lance looked over. "Eavesdropper, eh? Good skill to have. Pull up a chair, son, and let's chat."

Xander glared. "I am not your son." But he walked in and flopped into a chair next to Dark, practically radiating tension. "I don't see why I should have to tell you anything. Everything they said was right."

"Okay." Lance leaned back, seeming amused by Xander. "So, are you happy with them?"

"Happy as a clam," Xander said dryly.

"Then why did you want to leave with your father?"

Xander's lip curled. "That no-good drifter ain't my father. I don't care what anyone says."

"Alright, I'll make a note of that," Lance nodded. "But that doesn't tell me why you wanted to leave."

"Because I was stupid," Xander said bluntly. "Declan told me a pack of lies about how great life on the road was and how I didn't really fit with the professor and Daizi, but he was the bigger idiot than me. I never should have doubted. If they'll have me, I'm staying until we all die of old age."

Lance glanced at Dark and Daizi. "That's pretty high praise from a teen, never wanting to move out ever."
 
Dark looked over at Xander, his throat tightening, "Well," he said, "we have been there for them. Or tried to be. Nobody else was. They did not even know they had family. And they are re-doing their bedroom. But if you are able to talk to Alec, is he awake, then? Is he awake? If you cannot let us in, you at least have to make sure Xander can see him."

All at once, beside him, Daizi began to sob, wordlessly, the way children do before they learn display rules and start trying to show restraint while in public. She felt back in her body, have made it past the apex of her attack, and she leaned forwards, her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, and sobbed, both sweaty and shivering.
 
Lance looked at Daizi, and his face softened to one of pity for just a minute. He didn't take pleasure in putting them through this, but if it meant saving a child from a bad situation, sometimes it was worth it. He was just relieved to see that this case would not involve removing anyone from any homes. Then his expression went back to neutral. "I'll go talk to the doctor and give you a minute, alright?" He pushed himself up out of his protesting chair and made his way out of the room.

Xander frowned at Daizi worriedly. "Hey, what's the matter? Should I get a doctor for you? You don't look good. Are you hurt?"
 
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