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Chapter 73
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: 11 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 73
The Hyperion Hotel - same time, same place
*******************
Cordelia had scattered the stinky herbs according to Wesley’s instructions - she only hoped he knew what he was doing; magic wasn’t something to be messed with - and was waiting for Angel to do his thing when she felt a sudden chill in the air. Wishing she’d thought to wear a warmer sweater she turned to ask Wesley whether they could get started yet. She wanted to get back to her nice warm apartment and that special bottle of sparkling wine, not to mention the strawberries and cream Doyle had arrived with earlier. Pausing to wonder what he had in mind celebrating, that was when she first heard it: a soft, indecipherable whispering…
“YOU THINK HE’S GOING TO LET YOU STAY?”
Okay, so now it was decipherable.
“IT WAS NEVER MEANT FOR YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE.”
“Doyle?”
“What is it, Darlin’?”
“DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU’RE WORTHY?”
“Don’t you hear it?”
Doyle cocked his head and appeared to concentrate.
“A TRAMP LIKE YOU?”
“Told you, Darlin’, it’s just the rats. I’ll protect you…”
“POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL,” the voice continued. “BUT NOT SO RICH ANY MORE. WHAT WILL YOUR FRIENDS SAY WHEN YOU HAVE TO MOVE OUT?”
“No! I won’t go,” Cordelia yelled.
“Er, Cordelia, no one is asking you to go anywhere,” Wesley pointed out, “although if you’d rather return to the office I’m sure that Angel wouldn’t object…”
“No, I’m not talking to you.”
Wesley started to frown.
“Him! It! The demon!”
****************
Cordelia fell silent, tears welling up in her eyes. Doyle slipped an arm around her shoulders and tried to comfort her. Whatever she was hearing was clearly upsetting her. He’d come to be able to read her moods pretty well in recent weeks. When she was angry she shouted. When she was annoyed she argued. When she was happy she babbled excitedly but when she was really upset she became silent and withdrawn.
He gave a shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s okay, Darlin’, I’m here.”
She said nothing.
“HAH! YOU FLATTER YOURSELF IF YOU THINK YOU’RE WHAT SHE NEEDS,” he heard someone whisper. The sound came from behind him. “THINK AGAIN.”
He glanced over his shoulder. There was no one there.
“SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU. SHE NEVER WILL. LOOK AT HER. SHE COULD HAVE ANYONE SHE WANTED. WHY WOULD SHE WANT YOU?”
Then the lights came on. There was still no one there.
“YOU COULDN’T EVEN KEEP HER IN LIPSTICK NEVER MIND THE LIFESTYLE SHE’S USED TO…”
He tightened his grip on her shoulder.
“HAVEN’T YOU EVER ASKED YOURSELF WHY SHE HASN’T INTRODUCED YOU TO ANY OF HER FRIENDS? SHE’S ASHAMED OF YOU. WHO WOULDN’T BE?”
***************
“Guys, don’t listen to it,” Angel said, rejoining the group. “Whatever it’s whispering to you, just ignore it…”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Cordelia interrupted.
“OH, BUT THEN YOU DON’T HAVE ANY FRIENDS ANY MORE, DO YOU?” the voice added.
“That’s not true!” she cried. “Angel…”
“DON’T FOOL YOURSELF. YOU’RE JUST FOOD TO HIM. YOU ALL ARE. HE’S BIDING HIS TIME, WAITING…”
“No!”
“Cordy! Don’t listen to it,” Doyle pleaded. “Please…”
**************
Angel nodded to Wesley.
“We call thee forth, Thesulac of the Netherworld,” he intoned.
If Wesley fucked this up, he was gonna pay… Spike or no Spike.
“We command you: leave our minds and join us on this physical plane…”
Angel had to admit, Wesley sounded confident enough although his heart rate suggested otherwise.
The air in front of them began to shimmer.
“WE MEET AGAIN,” a voice boomed out of the ether. “AND SUCH TASTY MORSELS YOU’VE BROUGHT ME THIS TIME. HOW THOUGHTFUL…”
Angel glanced at Spike. He showed no reaction. Neither did the others. Maybe they hadn’t heard it but this was no whisper. How could they not hear it?
“Guys?” Angel began.
“Ssshh,” Cordelia whispered. “Don’t interrupt Wesley. Who knows what might happen. We could end up with two of these Thesulac demons and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“We invoke thee by the power of all the priests of Ramjarin,” Wesley continued.
A dark shape started to coalesce above the circle of herbs.
“SO MUCH FEAR AND INSECURITY,” the voice went on, “ESPECIALLY IN THAT ONE.”
The demon nodded toward Spike and they all turned to stare at him.
“HE WON’T STAY,” the voice continued. “WHY WOULD HE? ALL YOU’VE EVER DONE IS BRING HIM PAIN AND SUFFERING.”
That was true enough.
“IT’S ALL YOU’RE CAPABLE OF…”
Angel felt Spike’s shoulder brush against him as he moved to stand beside him.
“It’s okay, Luv,” Spike whispered.
Could Spike hear what the demon was saying? Were they all hearing it?
“That’s so not true,” Cordelia shouted.
“Angel, ignore it,” Wesley said. “Don’t allow it to get to you…”
Apparently so.
Spike’s fingers entwined with his own.
“It’s talking crap, Luv.”
“HE DOESN’T WANT YOU. HE JUST HAS NOWHERE ELSE TO GO.”
“Hey! Standing right here,” Spike yelled.
“IT’S HER HE WANTS, NOT YOU. YOU’RE A MEANS TO AN END, NOTHING MORE.”
Spike released his hand.
“Bleedin’ Hell!” Angel heard Spike yell.
Everything was a blur after that as Spike launched himself at the demon, grabbed the longest tentacle dangling beneath its cloak and hurled himself toward the power supply control panel.
“No! Spike!” Angel cried, rushing after him. Fuck, what if he didn’t let go in time? He could be burnt to a crisp.
***************
“Way to go, Spike!” Wesley heard Cordelia cry as the air crackled and sparked, consuming the demon until nothing remained except for a dark opalescent stain on the marble floor.
Wesley turned to see Angel bending over Spike and checking him for wounds. Spike appeared to be unconscious.
“Spike? Is he all right?” Wesley called after them. He supposed he must be though. After all, he was evidently still here. Whatever injuries he’d received would in time heal - the physical ones, anyway.
Angel took Spike’s left hand in his own.
“Is there anything I can do?”
Angel shook his head but didn’t look up.
Now he was putting the hand to his mouth. He was licking it. Wesley turned away allowing the two vampires a moment of privacy.
“Cordelia… Doyle,” he said, turning back to face the couple, “we should leave.”
“But what about the woman you said was still living upstairs?” Doyle asked. “Shouldn’t we make sure she’s all right?”
“I’m sure Angel will tend to it once he’s established that Spike is uninjured.”
As Wesley spoke, he could hear voices behind him. Angel and Spike were on their feet again.
“Are you all okay?” Angel asked, coming over to join them, one arm protectively around Spike’s shoulders.
“We’ll live,” Doyle said, answering for them all.
“You all go on ahead,” Angel said. “There’s something I have to do before I can leave. We won’t be long. Take the car, Wesley, and see that Cordelia and Doyle get home safely.”
“Of course,” Wesley said. It was the least he could do in the circumstances. The demon had been right. He’d come close to letting them all down. It was only a matter of time before he did.
*****************
“He was talking bollocks,” Spike said as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. “I have no interest in Buffy. You do know that, don’t you, Luv?”
Angel remained silent - he didn’t believe him.
“Stop!” Spike said, grabbing Angel by the arm and forcing him to look at him. “It’s you I want, Luv, not her.”
“Are you sure?” Angel said, shaking Spike off.
“Could ask you the same,” Spike mumbled, starting up the stairs again.
“Wait a minute. What did he say to you?”
Now Angel was grabbing his arm.
“Nothin’.”
“Yes he did. Tell me, Spike. I need to know what he told you, Sweetheart, so that I can make it right.”
“He said you wanted her.”
“We’ve already established that,” Angel said. “What else did he say?”
“Don’t, Luv. Let’s just drop it, eh?”
No good was gonna come of this if Angel forced it out of him.
“Please, Spike.”
“Don’t make me tell you, Luv.”
“Spike, you’re worrying me now. What the fuck did he say?”
Spike was afraid to tell him in case it was true. But, they’d have to talk about it sooner or later…
“Said there was something else… something I could never give you…”
They’d reached the top of the stairs. Angel hesitated.
“But you’re all that I want. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Sweetheart.”
“You mean that?”
Angel turned to face him. Before he knew it, Spike found himself in his sire’s arms once more.
“Yes, of course. Oh, God, Spike. I so want to kiss you right now and show you just how much I want you.”
“Best not risk it, Luv.”
Angel reluctantly let him go and they continued to walk along the corridor.
“A family.” There, he’d said it.
“A family?” Angel echoed. “As in children?”
Spike nodded.
“What I’ve never had I can’t miss,” Angel said.
The reply sounded genuine enough. He hadn’t hesitated. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?
“I don’t need a family if I have you.”
That’s as maybe but what about his Angel? He’d had a son, lost him and found him again. How was he gonna feel faced with the same choice?
***************
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: 11 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 73
The Hyperion Hotel - same time, same place
*******************
Cordelia had scattered the stinky herbs according to Wesley’s instructions - she only hoped he knew what he was doing; magic wasn’t something to be messed with - and was waiting for Angel to do his thing when she felt a sudden chill in the air. Wishing she’d thought to wear a warmer sweater she turned to ask Wesley whether they could get started yet. She wanted to get back to her nice warm apartment and that special bottle of sparkling wine, not to mention the strawberries and cream Doyle had arrived with earlier. Pausing to wonder what he had in mind celebrating, that was when she first heard it: a soft, indecipherable whispering…
“YOU THINK HE’S GOING TO LET YOU STAY?”
Okay, so now it was decipherable.
“IT WAS NEVER MEANT FOR YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE.”
“Doyle?”
“What is it, Darlin’?”
“DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU’RE WORTHY?”
“Don’t you hear it?”
Doyle cocked his head and appeared to concentrate.
“A TRAMP LIKE YOU?”
“Told you, Darlin’, it’s just the rats. I’ll protect you…”
“POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL,” the voice continued. “BUT NOT SO RICH ANY MORE. WHAT WILL YOUR FRIENDS SAY WHEN YOU HAVE TO MOVE OUT?”
“No! I won’t go,” Cordelia yelled.
“Er, Cordelia, no one is asking you to go anywhere,” Wesley pointed out, “although if you’d rather return to the office I’m sure that Angel wouldn’t object…”
“No, I’m not talking to you.”
Wesley started to frown.
“Him! It! The demon!”
****************
Cordelia fell silent, tears welling up in her eyes. Doyle slipped an arm around her shoulders and tried to comfort her. Whatever she was hearing was clearly upsetting her. He’d come to be able to read her moods pretty well in recent weeks. When she was angry she shouted. When she was annoyed she argued. When she was happy she babbled excitedly but when she was really upset she became silent and withdrawn.
He gave a shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“It’s okay, Darlin’, I’m here.”
She said nothing.
“HAH! YOU FLATTER YOURSELF IF YOU THINK YOU’RE WHAT SHE NEEDS,” he heard someone whisper. The sound came from behind him. “THINK AGAIN.”
He glanced over his shoulder. There was no one there.
“SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU. SHE NEVER WILL. LOOK AT HER. SHE COULD HAVE ANYONE SHE WANTED. WHY WOULD SHE WANT YOU?”
Then the lights came on. There was still no one there.
“YOU COULDN’T EVEN KEEP HER IN LIPSTICK NEVER MIND THE LIFESTYLE SHE’S USED TO…”
He tightened his grip on her shoulder.
“HAVEN’T YOU EVER ASKED YOURSELF WHY SHE HASN’T INTRODUCED YOU TO ANY OF HER FRIENDS? SHE’S ASHAMED OF YOU. WHO WOULDN’T BE?”
***************
“Guys, don’t listen to it,” Angel said, rejoining the group. “Whatever it’s whispering to you, just ignore it…”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Cordelia interrupted.
“OH, BUT THEN YOU DON’T HAVE ANY FRIENDS ANY MORE, DO YOU?” the voice added.
“That’s not true!” she cried. “Angel…”
“DON’T FOOL YOURSELF. YOU’RE JUST FOOD TO HIM. YOU ALL ARE. HE’S BIDING HIS TIME, WAITING…”
“No!”
“Cordy! Don’t listen to it,” Doyle pleaded. “Please…”
**************
Angel nodded to Wesley.
“We call thee forth, Thesulac of the Netherworld,” he intoned.
If Wesley fucked this up, he was gonna pay… Spike or no Spike.
“We command you: leave our minds and join us on this physical plane…”
Angel had to admit, Wesley sounded confident enough although his heart rate suggested otherwise.
The air in front of them began to shimmer.
“WE MEET AGAIN,” a voice boomed out of the ether. “AND SUCH TASTY MORSELS YOU’VE BROUGHT ME THIS TIME. HOW THOUGHTFUL…”
Angel glanced at Spike. He showed no reaction. Neither did the others. Maybe they hadn’t heard it but this was no whisper. How could they not hear it?
“Guys?” Angel began.
“Ssshh,” Cordelia whispered. “Don’t interrupt Wesley. Who knows what might happen. We could end up with two of these Thesulac demons and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
“We invoke thee by the power of all the priests of Ramjarin,” Wesley continued.
A dark shape started to coalesce above the circle of herbs.
“SO MUCH FEAR AND INSECURITY,” the voice went on, “ESPECIALLY IN THAT ONE.”
The demon nodded toward Spike and they all turned to stare at him.
“HE WON’T STAY,” the voice continued. “WHY WOULD HE? ALL YOU’VE EVER DONE IS BRING HIM PAIN AND SUFFERING.”
That was true enough.
“IT’S ALL YOU’RE CAPABLE OF…”
Angel felt Spike’s shoulder brush against him as he moved to stand beside him.
“It’s okay, Luv,” Spike whispered.
Could Spike hear what the demon was saying? Were they all hearing it?
“That’s so not true,” Cordelia shouted.
“Angel, ignore it,” Wesley said. “Don’t allow it to get to you…”
Apparently so.
Spike’s fingers entwined with his own.
“It’s talking crap, Luv.”
“HE DOESN’T WANT YOU. HE JUST HAS NOWHERE ELSE TO GO.”
“Hey! Standing right here,” Spike yelled.
“IT’S HER HE WANTS, NOT YOU. YOU’RE A MEANS TO AN END, NOTHING MORE.”
Spike released his hand.
“Bleedin’ Hell!” Angel heard Spike yell.
Everything was a blur after that as Spike launched himself at the demon, grabbed the longest tentacle dangling beneath its cloak and hurled himself toward the power supply control panel.
“No! Spike!” Angel cried, rushing after him. Fuck, what if he didn’t let go in time? He could be burnt to a crisp.
***************
“Way to go, Spike!” Wesley heard Cordelia cry as the air crackled and sparked, consuming the demon until nothing remained except for a dark opalescent stain on the marble floor.
Wesley turned to see Angel bending over Spike and checking him for wounds. Spike appeared to be unconscious.
“Spike? Is he all right?” Wesley called after them. He supposed he must be though. After all, he was evidently still here. Whatever injuries he’d received would in time heal - the physical ones, anyway.
Angel took Spike’s left hand in his own.
“Is there anything I can do?”
Angel shook his head but didn’t look up.
Now he was putting the hand to his mouth. He was licking it. Wesley turned away allowing the two vampires a moment of privacy.
“Cordelia… Doyle,” he said, turning back to face the couple, “we should leave.”
“But what about the woman you said was still living upstairs?” Doyle asked. “Shouldn’t we make sure she’s all right?”
“I’m sure Angel will tend to it once he’s established that Spike is uninjured.”
As Wesley spoke, he could hear voices behind him. Angel and Spike were on their feet again.
“Are you all okay?” Angel asked, coming over to join them, one arm protectively around Spike’s shoulders.
“We’ll live,” Doyle said, answering for them all.
“You all go on ahead,” Angel said. “There’s something I have to do before I can leave. We won’t be long. Take the car, Wesley, and see that Cordelia and Doyle get home safely.”
“Of course,” Wesley said. It was the least he could do in the circumstances. The demon had been right. He’d come close to letting them all down. It was only a matter of time before he did.
*****************
“He was talking bollocks,” Spike said as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. “I have no interest in Buffy. You do know that, don’t you, Luv?”
Angel remained silent - he didn’t believe him.
“Stop!” Spike said, grabbing Angel by the arm and forcing him to look at him. “It’s you I want, Luv, not her.”
“Are you sure?” Angel said, shaking Spike off.
“Could ask you the same,” Spike mumbled, starting up the stairs again.
“Wait a minute. What did he say to you?”
Now Angel was grabbing his arm.
“Nothin’.”
“Yes he did. Tell me, Spike. I need to know what he told you, Sweetheart, so that I can make it right.”
“He said you wanted her.”
“We’ve already established that,” Angel said. “What else did he say?”
“Don’t, Luv. Let’s just drop it, eh?”
No good was gonna come of this if Angel forced it out of him.
“Please, Spike.”
“Don’t make me tell you, Luv.”
“Spike, you’re worrying me now. What the fuck did he say?”
Spike was afraid to tell him in case it was true. But, they’d have to talk about it sooner or later…
“Said there was something else… something I could never give you…”
They’d reached the top of the stairs. Angel hesitated.
“But you’re all that I want. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Sweetheart.”
“You mean that?”
Angel turned to face him. Before he knew it, Spike found himself in his sire’s arms once more.
“Yes, of course. Oh, God, Spike. I so want to kiss you right now and show you just how much I want you.”
“Best not risk it, Luv.”
Angel reluctantly let him go and they continued to walk along the corridor.
“A family.” There, he’d said it.
“A family?” Angel echoed. “As in children?”
Spike nodded.
“What I’ve never had I can’t miss,” Angel said.
The reply sounded genuine enough. He hadn’t hesitated. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?
“I don’t need a family if I have you.”
That’s as maybe but what about his Angel? He’d had a son, lost him and found him again. How was he gonna feel faced with the same choice?
***************