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Chapter 72
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: 12 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 72
The Hyperion Hotel - later the same day
*******************
“Sixty eight rooms, sixty eight vacancies,” Wesley said as they stepped into the lobby.
He’d forgotten how creepy the hotel had seemed when he’d first laid eyes on it.
“Yeah, and it’s not hard to see why,” Cordelia said. “You’d have thought they could have dusted knowing we were gonna view the place.”
Wesley smiled to himself as she ran a finger along the surface of the reception desk to assess the depth of the offending dust. He wondered if her own work area would pass the same test.
“It’s here,” Angel said.
“Yeah, I feel it too,” Spike added. “Where’re we gonna do this thing then?”
“Here,” Wesley said. “This is where we… er…” he hesitated, wondering if the demon could hear what they were saying, and settled for gestures instead of words.
He opened the bag he’d been carrying and removed the book it contained. Opening it to the page he’d marked, he balanced the book in one hand and grabbed the orb with the other.
“Just a minute, Wesley,” Angel said. “Remember what we talked about?”
Of course, the electricity supply! Wesley could have kicked himself. He’d been more than a little surprised, not to mention pleased, when Angel had asked him to read the spell - of course, it was more than likely just Spike’s influence at work - but in his eagerness to prove himself to Angel, the rest of the plan had completely slipped his mind. Perhaps he wasn’t ready for this after all. Maybe he was rushing things. He should have listened to the doctor and taken a couple of weeks off…
“We need to check out a few things first,” Spike said.
Wesley watched as he and Angel headed toward the other side of the lobby. Cordelia was busy studying the decor.
“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK HE TRUSTS YOU?” a voice suddenly whispered.
Wesley glanced at the others. They didn’t appear to have heard it.
“YOU’VE LET HIM DOWN BEFORE. YOU’LL DO IT AGAIN.”
There it was again.
“Er… did anyone hear that?” he asked.
“Yeah. Prob’ly just rats,” Doyle said. “They’re the least of our worries right now.”
“YOU’LL MAKE ALL THE SAME MISTAKES AS BEFORE…”
Wesley shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. It was just the demon trying to undermine his confidence. He knew he should ignore it, even if it was speaking the truth.
“AND A WHOLE HOST OF NEW ONES…” the voice continued.
“Angel?” Wesley called. “Do you need a hand?”
He was anxious to get started before he lost his nerve entirely.
***************
Spike watched as Angel unscrewed the panel which covered the access point to the main control board.
Spike could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He couldn’t see the demon but he knew it was close by. The sooner they got this over with the better. He was kinda looking forward to taking up residence in the hotel though, once they’d got rid of this bugger. He wondered what Angel had in mind for the two of them - adjoining suites, perhaps? Honeymoon suite when… if… he ever managed to get his soul anchored.
Spike had given a lot of thought to their situation over the past forty eight hours. He couldn’t wait forever for his Angel to show up, assuming he was ever gonna show up at all. If he’d thought he was gonna turn up within the next few weeks, well, that would be another story but, as it was, it could be tomorrow… could be years from now… not that the wait wouldn’t be worth it. He took a deep breath and tried to push all thoughts of reunion sex from his mind. He’d never been one to put off until tomorrow what he could do today. His motto had always been live for the now. Besides, this Angel was gonna drive him crazy. He couldn’t keep him at arms length indefinitely…. Didn’t want to, in any case. Nah, they’d have to work summat out. He’d wait six months… Maybe three…
“HE DOESN’T REALLY LOVE YOU,” a voice whispered in his ear.
What?
“WHY WOULD HE WANT YOU WHEN HE COULD HAVE HER?”
“Er, Luv, did you hear that?”
“Hmm,” Angel replied, distractedly.
“DO YOU REALLY THINK HE’LL GIVE UP THE ONE THING HE’S ALWAYS WANTED, BUT COULD NEVER HAVE, JUST FOR YOU?”
Buffy?
“Come on, hurry up, Luv,” Spike urged. He was keen to get this over and done with as quickly as he could.
“I’m working as fast as I can,” Angel protested. “Be patient. Some of these screws have rusted…”
“YOU COULD NEVER GIVE HIM A CHILD,” the voice continued.
Bugger! Spike hadn’t stopped to think about that. There wasn’t going to be any Connor this time around. Or, was there? What would this Angel do when Wolfram and Hart raised Darla? Would he even try and stop them?
“Spike!”
“Huh? Sorry, wasn’t paying attention, Luv. What did you…?”
Spike took the panel Angel was holding out to him, setting it down on the floor out of harm’s way, and watched as Angel fiddled with the control board. Since when did Angel know anything about wiring?
“So, where do we…?” Spike asked.
“Here,” Angel said, pointing to the socket he’d uncovered.
Spike watched as Angel threw the master switch bringing the power back on and illuminating the lobby in all its faded glory.
“YOU’RE MERELY A DISTRACTION, NOTHING MORE THAN A PLAYTHING,” Spike’s tormentor continued, “UNTIL HE CAN HAVE WHAT HE REALLY WANTS: A FAMILY.”
Fuck! Of course, he wants to have a child with Buffy not Darla!
**************
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: 12 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 72
The Hyperion Hotel - later the same day
*******************
“Sixty eight rooms, sixty eight vacancies,” Wesley said as they stepped into the lobby.
He’d forgotten how creepy the hotel had seemed when he’d first laid eyes on it.
“Yeah, and it’s not hard to see why,” Cordelia said. “You’d have thought they could have dusted knowing we were gonna view the place.”
Wesley smiled to himself as she ran a finger along the surface of the reception desk to assess the depth of the offending dust. He wondered if her own work area would pass the same test.
“It’s here,” Angel said.
“Yeah, I feel it too,” Spike added. “Where’re we gonna do this thing then?”
“Here,” Wesley said. “This is where we… er…” he hesitated, wondering if the demon could hear what they were saying, and settled for gestures instead of words.
He opened the bag he’d been carrying and removed the book it contained. Opening it to the page he’d marked, he balanced the book in one hand and grabbed the orb with the other.
“Just a minute, Wesley,” Angel said. “Remember what we talked about?”
Of course, the electricity supply! Wesley could have kicked himself. He’d been more than a little surprised, not to mention pleased, when Angel had asked him to read the spell - of course, it was more than likely just Spike’s influence at work - but in his eagerness to prove himself to Angel, the rest of the plan had completely slipped his mind. Perhaps he wasn’t ready for this after all. Maybe he was rushing things. He should have listened to the doctor and taken a couple of weeks off…
“We need to check out a few things first,” Spike said.
Wesley watched as he and Angel headed toward the other side of the lobby. Cordelia was busy studying the decor.
“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK HE TRUSTS YOU?” a voice suddenly whispered.
Wesley glanced at the others. They didn’t appear to have heard it.
“YOU’VE LET HIM DOWN BEFORE. YOU’LL DO IT AGAIN.”
There it was again.
“Er… did anyone hear that?” he asked.
“Yeah. Prob’ly just rats,” Doyle said. “They’re the least of our worries right now.”
“YOU’LL MAKE ALL THE SAME MISTAKES AS BEFORE…”
Wesley shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. It was just the demon trying to undermine his confidence. He knew he should ignore it, even if it was speaking the truth.
“AND A WHOLE HOST OF NEW ONES…” the voice continued.
“Angel?” Wesley called. “Do you need a hand?”
He was anxious to get started before he lost his nerve entirely.
***************
Spike watched as Angel unscrewed the panel which covered the access point to the main control board.
Spike could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He couldn’t see the demon but he knew it was close by. The sooner they got this over with the better. He was kinda looking forward to taking up residence in the hotel though, once they’d got rid of this bugger. He wondered what Angel had in mind for the two of them - adjoining suites, perhaps? Honeymoon suite when… if… he ever managed to get his soul anchored.
Spike had given a lot of thought to their situation over the past forty eight hours. He couldn’t wait forever for his Angel to show up, assuming he was ever gonna show up at all. If he’d thought he was gonna turn up within the next few weeks, well, that would be another story but, as it was, it could be tomorrow… could be years from now… not that the wait wouldn’t be worth it. He took a deep breath and tried to push all thoughts of reunion sex from his mind. He’d never been one to put off until tomorrow what he could do today. His motto had always been live for the now. Besides, this Angel was gonna drive him crazy. He couldn’t keep him at arms length indefinitely…. Didn’t want to, in any case. Nah, they’d have to work summat out. He’d wait six months… Maybe three…
“HE DOESN’T REALLY LOVE YOU,” a voice whispered in his ear.
What?
“WHY WOULD HE WANT YOU WHEN HE COULD HAVE HER?”
“Er, Luv, did you hear that?”
“Hmm,” Angel replied, distractedly.
“DO YOU REALLY THINK HE’LL GIVE UP THE ONE THING HE’S ALWAYS WANTED, BUT COULD NEVER HAVE, JUST FOR YOU?”
Buffy?
“Come on, hurry up, Luv,” Spike urged. He was keen to get this over and done with as quickly as he could.
“I’m working as fast as I can,” Angel protested. “Be patient. Some of these screws have rusted…”
“YOU COULD NEVER GIVE HIM A CHILD,” the voice continued.
Bugger! Spike hadn’t stopped to think about that. There wasn’t going to be any Connor this time around. Or, was there? What would this Angel do when Wolfram and Hart raised Darla? Would he even try and stop them?
“Spike!”
“Huh? Sorry, wasn’t paying attention, Luv. What did you…?”
Spike took the panel Angel was holding out to him, setting it down on the floor out of harm’s way, and watched as Angel fiddled with the control board. Since when did Angel know anything about wiring?
“So, where do we…?” Spike asked.
“Here,” Angel said, pointing to the socket he’d uncovered.
Spike watched as Angel threw the master switch bringing the power back on and illuminating the lobby in all its faded glory.
“YOU’RE MERELY A DISTRACTION, NOTHING MORE THAN A PLAYTHING,” Spike’s tormentor continued, “UNTIL HE CAN HAVE WHAT HE REALLY WANTS: A FAMILY.”
Fuck! Of course, he wants to have a child with Buffy not Darla!
**************