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Chapter 74
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 74
Angel’s car - en route to Cordelia’s apartment
*******************
“Well, I don’t know about you but I could sure use a drink,” Doyle said from the back seat.
Once in the car they’d all agreed fighting evil had made them ravenous so they’d stopped for pizza on the way home. Afterwards, Wesley had contemplated suggesting they go for a drink but he was wary of playing gooseberry to the couple so he’d ended up saying nothing. He was currently driving them back to Cordelia’s.
“Not that I was counting or anything but didn’t you just have two beers?” Cordelia replied, turning to glance over her shoulder at Doyle.
“A real drink, not that piss-water - sorry, Darlin’ - they call beer in this neck of the woods,” Doyle said. “Hey, I know! Didn’t Angel say Lorne was having a party tonight and that we were all invited?”
“I believe he did mention it,” Wesley replied.
The lights changed and Wesley brought the car to a stop.
“Well, I’m game if you are,” Doyle said. “I reckon we could all use a little fun after tonight’s shenanigans. What d’ya say?”
“I thought he said it was on Friday,” Cordelia said.
“Today is Friday,” Wesley confirmed.
“It is?” Cordelia said. “Then what happened to Thursday?”
“I believe you were having your hair done,” Wesley said.
“And very nice it looks too, Princess,” Doyle added.
Wesley begged to differ but refrained from saying so. He’d always preferred the style she favoured back in High School but, he had to admit, long hair was somewhat impractical in their current line of work.
“I particularly like the highlights,” he said, hoping the comment was adequate in the circumstances.
“You do? Well, thank you, Wesley. It’s nice to know someone around here has both the taste and the good manners to pay a woman a compliment when she deserves it.”
“It’s very striking,” he added, hoping he wasn’t over doing it.
“Then why hasn’t Angel commented on it?” she asked.
Doyle chuckled.
“That’s easy to explain, Darlin’. He only has eyes for Spike.”
“It’s not like he hasn’t looked right at me at least… a zillion times during the course of the day. It wouldn’t hurt him to say something, would it?”
“He has been rather preoccupied of late,” Wesley agreed.
“P’raps he was afraid Spike’d be jealous,” Doyle suggested.
“Psshhh!” she exclaimed.
“Or, come to think of it, am I the one who should be jealous?” Doyle added as an after thought.
Wesley assumed he was joking but a quick glance in the rear view mirror at his face suggested otherwise.
“Don’t be silly. How could Spike be jealous of me if he’s gay?” Cordelia said, ignoring Doyle’s last remark.
“Spike did spend over a hundred years in the company of Drusilla,” Wesley began.
And, of course, there was that infatuation with Buffy.
“I hardly think one can consider him to be gay… Bisexual would be a more apt term,” he concluded.
“Whatever,” she said with a shrug. “Hey, this isn’t the way to my apartment…”
“No, but it is the way to Caritas,” Wesley said, turning off the main road and onto the side street where the club was located. “I thought we could look in on Lorne.”
Wesley was glad of Doyle’s suggestion. There was something he very much wanted to ask Lorne…
“As long as we don’t have to sing,” Cordelia said.
Which was, in fact, exactly what Wesley had in mind…
***************
“I just wanna help, Luv,” Spike said, following Angel into the building and closing the front door behind him.
Angel was clearly headed straight for his own office - the inner sanctum, as Doyle had christened it. He’d been grumpy all the way home and didn’t look like he planned on lightening up any time soon.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said.
Spike wasn’t one to give up easily.
“She died peacefully, Luv. You saw the expression on her face.”
Even Kate had remarked on it when the police had come to take the body away.
“She shouldn’t have suffered alone all those years,” Angel said. “She suffered because of me…”
Spike couldn’t argue with that but what was done was done. No point agonising over it now.
Angel slumped into his chair without even taking his coat off and leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepled, head bowed.
“You’ve changed, you know,” Spike said.
He waited for a reaction he clearly wasn’t going to get.
“You can’t undo what you did back in 1952,” he continued, “but can’t you at least take comfort from knowing it wouldn’t happen now?”
“No,” Angel snapped.
Spike knew that when his sire was like this there was no point in trying to argue with him.
“Okay, have it your way,” he said. “When you’ve finished brooding, you can find me at Caritas. I need a drink.”
As he walked out of the office, Spike could feel Angel’s eyes on him every step of the way but he didn’t look back. If Angel didn’t wanna be comforted that was his look out.
******************
“Oh my!” Lorne said, extending his hand. “You’re a handsome one.”
Wesley took the offered hand. It seemed strange being introduced to someone he knew so well.
“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce,” he said.
Lorne grasped his elbow as they shook hands and leaned in closer.
“It’s good to see you, Lorne…” Wesley continued. “I mean, meet you.”
“It’s all right, Honeybun, Spike has told me all about you… and our future exploits…”
Lorne beckoned to a passing waiter.
“Duane! Over here, Sweetie! Be an angel and show my friends to their usual table and get them anything they want.”
Duane nodded and gestured across the room to an empty booth in the far corner.
“How about a bottle of Moet, Darlings?” Lorne said, addressing Doyle and Cordelia, “I’m sensing a need to celebrate.”
“I’m not sure we can afford to celebrate every time we survive an encounter with the forces of darkness,” Cordelia said, “even if Spike has won the lottery.”
“Well this celebration is on the house, Kitten,” Lorne said with a wink. “You young things go and enjoy yourselves while Wesley and I get acquainted.”
“Sure,” Cordelia said with a grin, “but don’t get any ideas, Lorne. His heart belongs to another.”
Lorne laughed.
“Don’t worry, Poppet. I’ve heard all about the lovely Fred too.”
It seemed Spike had been busy. Wesley wondered just how well Lorne had been briefed.
***************
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 74
Angel’s car - en route to Cordelia’s apartment
*******************
“Well, I don’t know about you but I could sure use a drink,” Doyle said from the back seat.
Once in the car they’d all agreed fighting evil had made them ravenous so they’d stopped for pizza on the way home. Afterwards, Wesley had contemplated suggesting they go for a drink but he was wary of playing gooseberry to the couple so he’d ended up saying nothing. He was currently driving them back to Cordelia’s.
“Not that I was counting or anything but didn’t you just have two beers?” Cordelia replied, turning to glance over her shoulder at Doyle.
“A real drink, not that piss-water - sorry, Darlin’ - they call beer in this neck of the woods,” Doyle said. “Hey, I know! Didn’t Angel say Lorne was having a party tonight and that we were all invited?”
“I believe he did mention it,” Wesley replied.
The lights changed and Wesley brought the car to a stop.
“Well, I’m game if you are,” Doyle said. “I reckon we could all use a little fun after tonight’s shenanigans. What d’ya say?”
“I thought he said it was on Friday,” Cordelia said.
“Today is Friday,” Wesley confirmed.
“It is?” Cordelia said. “Then what happened to Thursday?”
“I believe you were having your hair done,” Wesley said.
“And very nice it looks too, Princess,” Doyle added.
Wesley begged to differ but refrained from saying so. He’d always preferred the style she favoured back in High School but, he had to admit, long hair was somewhat impractical in their current line of work.
“I particularly like the highlights,” he said, hoping the comment was adequate in the circumstances.
“You do? Well, thank you, Wesley. It’s nice to know someone around here has both the taste and the good manners to pay a woman a compliment when she deserves it.”
“It’s very striking,” he added, hoping he wasn’t over doing it.
“Then why hasn’t Angel commented on it?” she asked.
Doyle chuckled.
“That’s easy to explain, Darlin’. He only has eyes for Spike.”
“It’s not like he hasn’t looked right at me at least… a zillion times during the course of the day. It wouldn’t hurt him to say something, would it?”
“He has been rather preoccupied of late,” Wesley agreed.
“P’raps he was afraid Spike’d be jealous,” Doyle suggested.
“Psshhh!” she exclaimed.
“Or, come to think of it, am I the one who should be jealous?” Doyle added as an after thought.
Wesley assumed he was joking but a quick glance in the rear view mirror at his face suggested otherwise.
“Don’t be silly. How could Spike be jealous of me if he’s gay?” Cordelia said, ignoring Doyle’s last remark.
“Spike did spend over a hundred years in the company of Drusilla,” Wesley began.
And, of course, there was that infatuation with Buffy.
“I hardly think one can consider him to be gay… Bisexual would be a more apt term,” he concluded.
“Whatever,” she said with a shrug. “Hey, this isn’t the way to my apartment…”
“No, but it is the way to Caritas,” Wesley said, turning off the main road and onto the side street where the club was located. “I thought we could look in on Lorne.”
Wesley was glad of Doyle’s suggestion. There was something he very much wanted to ask Lorne…
“As long as we don’t have to sing,” Cordelia said.
Which was, in fact, exactly what Wesley had in mind…
***************
“I just wanna help, Luv,” Spike said, following Angel into the building and closing the front door behind him.
Angel was clearly headed straight for his own office - the inner sanctum, as Doyle had christened it. He’d been grumpy all the way home and didn’t look like he planned on lightening up any time soon.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said.
Spike wasn’t one to give up easily.
“She died peacefully, Luv. You saw the expression on her face.”
Even Kate had remarked on it when the police had come to take the body away.
“She shouldn’t have suffered alone all those years,” Angel said. “She suffered because of me…”
Spike couldn’t argue with that but what was done was done. No point agonising over it now.
Angel slumped into his chair without even taking his coat off and leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, his fingers steepled, head bowed.
“You’ve changed, you know,” Spike said.
He waited for a reaction he clearly wasn’t going to get.
“You can’t undo what you did back in 1952,” he continued, “but can’t you at least take comfort from knowing it wouldn’t happen now?”
“No,” Angel snapped.
Spike knew that when his sire was like this there was no point in trying to argue with him.
“Okay, have it your way,” he said. “When you’ve finished brooding, you can find me at Caritas. I need a drink.”
As he walked out of the office, Spike could feel Angel’s eyes on him every step of the way but he didn’t look back. If Angel didn’t wanna be comforted that was his look out.
******************
“Oh my!” Lorne said, extending his hand. “You’re a handsome one.”
Wesley took the offered hand. It seemed strange being introduced to someone he knew so well.
“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce,” he said.
Lorne grasped his elbow as they shook hands and leaned in closer.
“It’s good to see you, Lorne…” Wesley continued. “I mean, meet you.”
“It’s all right, Honeybun, Spike has told me all about you… and our future exploits…”
Lorne beckoned to a passing waiter.
“Duane! Over here, Sweetie! Be an angel and show my friends to their usual table and get them anything they want.”
Duane nodded and gestured across the room to an empty booth in the far corner.
“How about a bottle of Moet, Darlings?” Lorne said, addressing Doyle and Cordelia, “I’m sensing a need to celebrate.”
“I’m not sure we can afford to celebrate every time we survive an encounter with the forces of darkness,” Cordelia said, “even if Spike has won the lottery.”
“Well this celebration is on the house, Kitten,” Lorne said with a wink. “You young things go and enjoy yourselves while Wesley and I get acquainted.”
“Sure,” Cordelia said with a grin, “but don’t get any ideas, Lorne. His heart belongs to another.”
Lorne laughed.
“Don’t worry, Poppet. I’ve heard all about the lovely Fred too.”
It seemed Spike had been busy. Wesley wondered just how well Lorne had been briefed.
***************