End of Days

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Title: End Of Days 
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: X/S, W/A, G/I, L/?
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: Through S5 of Angel, and S7 of Buffy.

Summary: Tomorrow is the battle to end all battles. Angel's given everyone the day off to wrap up any loose ends they want handled before the big one (just in case some of them don't make it back).

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Authors Note: This is for , hope it's what you wanted sweetie. And I really hope it's not too disjointed for everyone to follow!

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Spike tried not to think too hard on his decision. He still couldn't believe what he'd actually found himself wanting, needing, to do before...well before tomorrow.

He chugged another tiny bottle of Jack, closing his eyes and leaning back against the headrest. 

Wonder what Harris will say?

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Lorne found himself on stage, microphone in hand. When Angel had given them the time to "do whatever they needed to do", Lorne had floundered. After all, what was there to do?

So he found himself here. On stage. Again. 

After Fred...he'd dammed himself up, not letting anyone know, anyone see, what he was really feeling. But tonight, he was going to let it all out. Let himself go.

Maybe it'd help.

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Gunn sat alone in his office. He'd turned his chair so that he could look out on the Los Angeles skyline. Twenty-four hours, well, more like twenty-one hours now, he checked his watch.

He'd thought about all the things he wanted. Things he wished he could do before the end, but there wasn't anything, at least not anything possible.

He couldn’t bring Fred back.

And what else was there?

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Illyria stood in the doorway watching. The other had rejected her, pushed her aside. But this one...this one had loved her as well.

She shifted, blue turning brown, features twisting and turning until she could look down and see her shell as it once was. As it used to be when both men had loved her.

Stepping fully into the room she closed the door behind her.

"Hello, Charles."

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"Wes." When the other man acknowledged him, he stepped in, shutting the door for some privacy.

Angel fidgeted unsure how to say what he wanted, what he needed said before tomorrow. Finally he stopped with hands in pockets and locked gazes with Wesley.

"I'm sorry."

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Wesley waited Angel out. When the apology finally came a rush of relief swamped over Wesley so fast he felt almost dizzy with it.

"And I," Wesley replied. "Please, Angel, if anything should happen to me tomorrow, I'd like you to know how very sorry I am for my...part...in all that's happened."

At Angel's nod, Wesley found his knees giving out. He slumped back heavily into his chair.