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Chapter 70
Deja Vu
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 5 December 2004
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 70
Angel’s apartment - breakfast time
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Spike had emerged from the bathroom to find the air heavy with Angel’s scent. Deciding against interrupting him when he was clearly busy, he’d settled down in the recliner with a good book. Jane Austen had always been one of his favourites, not that he’d readily admit it to any of them. He could just imagine the ribbing he’d get from Cordy not to mention the Mick. He wondered what Wesley would make of his choice in literature. Wouldn’t be surprised though if Mr Darcy had been something of a role model for Wesley in his youth…
The next thing he knew he could smell blood - not the interesting kind. Definitely animal, not human. Warm though.
He opened his eyes to find a mug of steaming pig’s blood on the table beside his chair. The book he’d been reading lay beside it, a leather bookmark between the pages.
He adjusted the recliner to the upright position and picked up the mug bringing it to his lips.
“Good morning, Spike,” Wesley said, steeping into the room from the kitchen. He was carrying a mug of tea. “I thought you’d prefer blood to tea. I hope that meets with your approval.”
“Mornin’, Wes. Yeah, thanks, Pet. Much appreciated.”
“I trust you slept well and weren’t troubled by any more nightmares?”
“Er… yeah… no,” Spike mumbled. He pulled himself together before continuing. “I must have gone out like a light as soon as I started reading.”
“Not very flattering to one of England’s finest writers.”
Spike laughed.
So, Wes was a fan too.
“I wondered if I should take Angel a mug of blood but then I remembered how short-tempered he used to be at this time of day. Perhaps you’d care to do the honours?”
“Coward!”
“I’ve always found it pays to avoid unnecessary risks.”
“What makes you think he won’t be like a bear with a sore head if I take it up to him?”
“I’m not blind, Spike. It’s obvious how much even this Angel cares for you.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
Spike began to pace.
“Fuck, Wes. What am I gonna do? I feel like I’m being torn in two…”
He paused, not sure he wanted to burden Wesley with this when Wes had his own problems to deal with.
“It’s only natural you should have feelings for him. He is the same person, Spike, even though a part of you may consider he’s someone else.”
Always had been a perceptive fellow, our Wesley.
“It’s not just that…”
How could he tell Wesley about the constant desire that burned in his veins without sounding like a horny seventeen year-old?
“You’re having difficulty coping with the… er… physical closeness?” Wesley added.
Too right! It was as much as they could do to keep their hands off one another.
“Summat like that.”
“Maybe there’s a way…”
“A way what?” Spike asked. “A way we can shag without the world ending?”
Wesley chuckled.
“And what way would that be?” another voice asked.
Wesley spun on his heel to find Angel standing in the doorway behind him.
“Angel! Er… we were just…”
“So I heard…”
“Good morning,” Wesley said, recovering his composure.
Funny that. Spike had noticed Wes seemed kinda nervous around this Angel.
“I was about to heat up some blood for you,” Wesley continued. “It’s in the microwave.”
Angel strolled over to the kitchen worktop and set the timer on the microwave.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, pressing the start button.
“Well,” Wesley began. “I had a long conversation with Willow when she… when we called on her services last year.”
Wesley seemed to be waiting to check that Angel knew what he was talking about before continuing.
Angel nodded.
“And?”
“I think I may be able to do the spell myself.”
Angel laughed and it wasn’t a nervous laugh or even a chuckle. This was side-splitting, rolling on the floor type laughter except that Angel would never succumb to the indignity of actually rolling on the floor. His whole body was shaking though. Spike couldn’t remember when he’d last seen him laugh so hard.
Wesley stared at him, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. No sound came out.
“Don’t be like that,” Spike eventually said, glaring at his sire. “Wes is trying to help.”
Angel managed to get himself under control - just about - before answering.
“I’m sorry… It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought, Wesley, but the last I heard you were a watcher - and, not a very good one at that - not a witch… warlock?… whatever. What makes you think you can even perform the spell never mind stand any chance of success?”
“I had a good teacher,” Wesley said, “but you’re probably right. It’s too risky. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even suggested it. If you’ll excuse me…”
With that, Wesley picked up his tea and retreated into the bedroom closing the door behind him.
“You’ve upset him now, Luv.”
“I’m sorry, Spike, but the idea of Wesley doing a spell… any spell… is simply ridiculous.”
“He’s come a long way since Sunnydale, Pet,” Spike said, looking at the closed door and wondering what was going on behind it. Much as Wesley had always craved Angel’s approval - and, evidently, still did - it was clear he wasn’t getting it here anytime soon.
“Hmph!”
“Besides, I’ve seen him in action,” Spike continued.
Angel’s expression make it plain he was distinctly dubious.
“I have a better idea,” he said.
Spike titled his head to look up at his sire’s face. He hadn’t a clue what Angel was about to suggest.
“You do?”
“That demon you went to see in Africa,” Angel began. “Perhaps he could help me.”
Fuck, no! There was no way Spike was letting Angel anywhere near that bastard. He’d been lucky to escape with all his parts intact himself…
“Doesn’t work like that, Luv,” he said, calmly as he could, hoping Angel wouldn’t question him too closely about the trials. For all he knew, it might work but he didn’t wanna take the risk. He’d rather have Angel without the shagging than no Angel at all.
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Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC17
Author: Jane Alexander
Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. The characters belong to Joss. I’m just borrowing them. I’ll try and return them undamaged, honest!
Document version: 5 December 2004
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 70
Angel’s apartment - breakfast time
*******************
Spike had emerged from the bathroom to find the air heavy with Angel’s scent. Deciding against interrupting him when he was clearly busy, he’d settled down in the recliner with a good book. Jane Austen had always been one of his favourites, not that he’d readily admit it to any of them. He could just imagine the ribbing he’d get from Cordy not to mention the Mick. He wondered what Wesley would make of his choice in literature. Wouldn’t be surprised though if Mr Darcy had been something of a role model for Wesley in his youth…
The next thing he knew he could smell blood - not the interesting kind. Definitely animal, not human. Warm though.
He opened his eyes to find a mug of steaming pig’s blood on the table beside his chair. The book he’d been reading lay beside it, a leather bookmark between the pages.
He adjusted the recliner to the upright position and picked up the mug bringing it to his lips.
“Good morning, Spike,” Wesley said, steeping into the room from the kitchen. He was carrying a mug of tea. “I thought you’d prefer blood to tea. I hope that meets with your approval.”
“Mornin’, Wes. Yeah, thanks, Pet. Much appreciated.”
“I trust you slept well and weren’t troubled by any more nightmares?”
“Er… yeah… no,” Spike mumbled. He pulled himself together before continuing. “I must have gone out like a light as soon as I started reading.”
“Not very flattering to one of England’s finest writers.”
Spike laughed.
So, Wes was a fan too.
“I wondered if I should take Angel a mug of blood but then I remembered how short-tempered he used to be at this time of day. Perhaps you’d care to do the honours?”
“Coward!”
“I’ve always found it pays to avoid unnecessary risks.”
“What makes you think he won’t be like a bear with a sore head if I take it up to him?”
“I’m not blind, Spike. It’s obvious how much even this Angel cares for you.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
Spike began to pace.
“Fuck, Wes. What am I gonna do? I feel like I’m being torn in two…”
He paused, not sure he wanted to burden Wesley with this when Wes had his own problems to deal with.
“It’s only natural you should have feelings for him. He is the same person, Spike, even though a part of you may consider he’s someone else.”
Always had been a perceptive fellow, our Wesley.
“It’s not just that…”
How could he tell Wesley about the constant desire that burned in his veins without sounding like a horny seventeen year-old?
“You’re having difficulty coping with the… er… physical closeness?” Wesley added.
Too right! It was as much as they could do to keep their hands off one another.
“Summat like that.”
“Maybe there’s a way…”
“A way what?” Spike asked. “A way we can shag without the world ending?”
Wesley chuckled.
“And what way would that be?” another voice asked.
Wesley spun on his heel to find Angel standing in the doorway behind him.
“Angel! Er… we were just…”
“So I heard…”
“Good morning,” Wesley said, recovering his composure.
Funny that. Spike had noticed Wes seemed kinda nervous around this Angel.
“I was about to heat up some blood for you,” Wesley continued. “It’s in the microwave.”
Angel strolled over to the kitchen worktop and set the timer on the microwave.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, pressing the start button.
“Well,” Wesley began. “I had a long conversation with Willow when she… when we called on her services last year.”
Wesley seemed to be waiting to check that Angel knew what he was talking about before continuing.
Angel nodded.
“And?”
“I think I may be able to do the spell myself.”
Angel laughed and it wasn’t a nervous laugh or even a chuckle. This was side-splitting, rolling on the floor type laughter except that Angel would never succumb to the indignity of actually rolling on the floor. His whole body was shaking though. Spike couldn’t remember when he’d last seen him laugh so hard.
Wesley stared at him, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. No sound came out.
“Don’t be like that,” Spike eventually said, glaring at his sire. “Wes is trying to help.”
Angel managed to get himself under control - just about - before answering.
“I’m sorry… It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought, Wesley, but the last I heard you were a watcher - and, not a very good one at that - not a witch… warlock?… whatever. What makes you think you can even perform the spell never mind stand any chance of success?”
“I had a good teacher,” Wesley said, “but you’re probably right. It’s too risky. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even suggested it. If you’ll excuse me…”
With that, Wesley picked up his tea and retreated into the bedroom closing the door behind him.
“You’ve upset him now, Luv.”
“I’m sorry, Spike, but the idea of Wesley doing a spell… any spell… is simply ridiculous.”
“He’s come a long way since Sunnydale, Pet,” Spike said, looking at the closed door and wondering what was going on behind it. Much as Wesley had always craved Angel’s approval - and, evidently, still did - it was clear he wasn’t getting it here anytime soon.
“Hmph!”
“Besides, I’ve seen him in action,” Spike continued.
Angel’s expression make it plain he was distinctly dubious.
“I have a better idea,” he said.
Spike titled his head to look up at his sire’s face. He hadn’t a clue what Angel was about to suggest.
“You do?”
“That demon you went to see in Africa,” Angel began. “Perhaps he could help me.”
Fuck, no! There was no way Spike was letting Angel anywhere near that bastard. He’d been lucky to escape with all his parts intact himself…
“Doesn’t work like that, Luv,” he said, calmly as he could, hoping Angel wouldn’t question him too closely about the trials. For all he knew, it might work but he didn’t wanna take the risk. He’d rather have Angel without the shagging than no Angel at all.
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