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Chapter 75
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 75
Caritas
*******************
Spike nodded to the bouncer on the door and started down the stairs. Reaching the bottom step he glanced around. Party or no party, it looked pretty much as it did on any other night: swaying bodies on the dance floor; groups of revellers talking animatedly at the tables near the bar; couples making out in dark corners; Wesley on the stage, microphone in hand…
Wesley?
So, that’s where the noise like a strangled cat was coming from…
“… I believe in yes…ter…day…” Wesley tailed off.
Bad choice, Wes.
“That was lovely, Honey,” Lorne said, hoping up onto the stage. “A round of applause for our long-haired lover from Liverpool!”
Spike laughed. He was reasonably certain Lorne had no idea where Liverpool was let alone how far removed Wesley’s accent was from the local dialect. He watched Lorne lead Wesley from the stage and then headed to the bar to get himself a drink.
***************
“Cordy, can I ask you something,” Doyle began.
“Sure, what is it?” she replied, distractedly, her attention clearly on the dance floor.
He wondered if he should ask her to dance but, if he did, would he just end up making a fool of himself and embarrass her in the process?
“Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”
She laughed.
He picked up his glass and drained it in one.
“Just tell it to me straight.”
She turned to face him, her expression suddenly serious.
“What could possibly make you think that?” she asked, gesturing to the crowded dance floor. “We’re here in a bar with… what? …two hundred… maybe more…”
She glanced around her.
“…‘people’, for want of a better term…”
“I didn’t mean that,” Doyle said. “What about your friends? You don’t… I mean, I haven’t…”
“Hah!” she said. “You want to meet the girls at the gym? Be my guest… Sure, they’ve invited me to their parties but we’re not friends as such - just, you know, acquaintances… You and Angel are my real friends - my only friends.”
He stared at her, waiting for the laugh he felt would surely follow confirming she was making a joke. How could someone so beautiful and so full of life have so few friends?
“Spike’s still in the ‘to be confirmed’ category,” she continued.
She wasn’t laughing.
“Doyle, what’s brought this on? Was it something the Thesulac said?”
He hesitated before nodding.
“What else did it say?”
“T’is and t’at,” he replied, staring into his drink.
“Come on. Tell me,” she urged. “It’s only fair. I told you what it said to me about losing the apartment.”
“It said I was deluding myself to think you really wanted me…”
“And you believed it?”
He looked up, reluctantly making eye contact with her.
“Well… part of me did,” he admitted. “I mean let’s face it… You’re gorgeous, Darlin’. You could have anyone… You could have… Angel…”
“I don’t want ‘anyone’. I don’t want Angel… Angel? … I want you.”
“But why? What do you see in me?”
“You don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did.”
“Well… Where should I start? Let me see… You’re fearless…”
More like shit scared most of the time…
“…and brave…”
‘Brave’ was maybe exaggerating a tad but there had been that time he’d rescued her on the steps of the office when her date had driven off leaving her to the mercy of a vampire.
“… and funny…”
Course, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. It depended on your point of view.
“… and kind. You always put everyone else’s needs before your own…”
I do?
“… and, you’re not bad looking… the blue spikes are kinda cute…”
Of course, Harry had freaked out when she’d first seen them. Probably didn’t help that it happened on their wedding night.
“… and then there’s that thing you do… when we’re, you know…”
Thank goodness no one they knew was near enough to hear. If she was going to start revealing the secrets of their sex life, he needed to find a way to change the subject.
“… then there’s the stamina that comes from being part demon…”
He could feel his face start to flush.
“Ah, now that you’ve got all wrong, Darlin’. It’s not the demon in my blood, it’s the Irish…”
She reached across the table and took his hand in her own.
“But, most of all, it’s that I love you,” she added.
He swallowed.
She nodded.
She’d said it. She’d finally said it. It seemed like he’d been waiting forever to hear those words and, it was only now that he had, he realised he’d never actually expected to…
“I love you, Allen Frances Doyle.”
She was beaming at him, her smile bright enough to light up the whole room.
“And I love you, Cordelia Eleanor Chase,” he replied as soon as he found his voice.
He leaned forward to kiss her but found he couldn’t quite reach.
“Why are we sitting on opposite sides of this table?” she asked. “Come here you adorable, little Irish man. Come and sit beside me and tell me how much you love me.”
Doyle didn’t need asking twice, he was already sliding into the seat beside her.
“I had in mind showing you,” he said, pulling her into his arms.
***************
Lorne was smiling, his attention on something happening elsewhere in the room.
“Well?” Wesley asked. “Will we be able to find Fred or not?”
“Oh, yes, you’ll find her,” Lorne said.
“And we’ll be able to bring her home with us?”
“You most certainly will. I saw you all in the hotel together… laughing and joking…”
“And she’s fit and well?”
Lorne laughed.
“Positively blooming,” he said. “Don’t look so worried, Sweetie. Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”
“Thank goodness…”
“The strange thing is,” Lorne mused, “it appears I’m to accompany you to Pylea after all and yet I distinctly remember telling Angel, in no uncertain terms, my feelings on that matter. I guess something must be going to happen to make me change my mind although I can’t imagine anything that would... Wild horses wouldn’t drag me back to that pit of….”
“You can’t see what it is?” Wesley interrupted.
“No, Sweetie. That’s one of the disadvantages of being the only anagogic I know. I can only read others, not myself, and there’s no one else to read me.”
Wesley hesitated.
“There is one more thing,” he said. He didn’t want to offend Lorne by casting doubt on his reading but for his own peace of mind he had to ask. “You are sure it is the future you’re reading and not just my memories of the original event?”
“Quite sure, Honeybun. Spike was clearly visible in the images.”
Wesley breathed a sigh of relief.
At last, he had something real to cling to, a future he could look forward to without fear and trepidation…
“Thank you… thank you, Lorne,” he said. “Oh, my goodness, I need a drink. Perhaps you’d care to join me?”
****************
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 75
Caritas
*******************
Spike nodded to the bouncer on the door and started down the stairs. Reaching the bottom step he glanced around. Party or no party, it looked pretty much as it did on any other night: swaying bodies on the dance floor; groups of revellers talking animatedly at the tables near the bar; couples making out in dark corners; Wesley on the stage, microphone in hand…
Wesley?
So, that’s where the noise like a strangled cat was coming from…
“… I believe in yes…ter…day…” Wesley tailed off.
Bad choice, Wes.
“That was lovely, Honey,” Lorne said, hoping up onto the stage. “A round of applause for our long-haired lover from Liverpool!”
Spike laughed. He was reasonably certain Lorne had no idea where Liverpool was let alone how far removed Wesley’s accent was from the local dialect. He watched Lorne lead Wesley from the stage and then headed to the bar to get himself a drink.
***************
“Cordy, can I ask you something,” Doyle began.
“Sure, what is it?” she replied, distractedly, her attention clearly on the dance floor.
He wondered if he should ask her to dance but, if he did, would he just end up making a fool of himself and embarrass her in the process?
“Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”
She laughed.
He picked up his glass and drained it in one.
“Just tell it to me straight.”
She turned to face him, her expression suddenly serious.
“What could possibly make you think that?” she asked, gesturing to the crowded dance floor. “We’re here in a bar with… what? …two hundred… maybe more…”
She glanced around her.
“…‘people’, for want of a better term…”
“I didn’t mean that,” Doyle said. “What about your friends? You don’t… I mean, I haven’t…”
“Hah!” she said. “You want to meet the girls at the gym? Be my guest… Sure, they’ve invited me to their parties but we’re not friends as such - just, you know, acquaintances… You and Angel are my real friends - my only friends.”
He stared at her, waiting for the laugh he felt would surely follow confirming she was making a joke. How could someone so beautiful and so full of life have so few friends?
“Spike’s still in the ‘to be confirmed’ category,” she continued.
She wasn’t laughing.
“Doyle, what’s brought this on? Was it something the Thesulac said?”
He hesitated before nodding.
“What else did it say?”
“T’is and t’at,” he replied, staring into his drink.
“Come on. Tell me,” she urged. “It’s only fair. I told you what it said to me about losing the apartment.”
“It said I was deluding myself to think you really wanted me…”
“And you believed it?”
He looked up, reluctantly making eye contact with her.
“Well… part of me did,” he admitted. “I mean let’s face it… You’re gorgeous, Darlin’. You could have anyone… You could have… Angel…”
“I don’t want ‘anyone’. I don’t want Angel… Angel? … I want you.”
“But why? What do you see in me?”
“You don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did.”
“Well… Where should I start? Let me see… You’re fearless…”
More like shit scared most of the time…
“…and brave…”
‘Brave’ was maybe exaggerating a tad but there had been that time he’d rescued her on the steps of the office when her date had driven off leaving her to the mercy of a vampire.
“… and funny…”
Course, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. It depended on your point of view.
“… and kind. You always put everyone else’s needs before your own…”
I do?
“… and, you’re not bad looking… the blue spikes are kinda cute…”
Of course, Harry had freaked out when she’d first seen them. Probably didn’t help that it happened on their wedding night.
“… and then there’s that thing you do… when we’re, you know…”
Thank goodness no one they knew was near enough to hear. If she was going to start revealing the secrets of their sex life, he needed to find a way to change the subject.
“… then there’s the stamina that comes from being part demon…”
He could feel his face start to flush.
“Ah, now that you’ve got all wrong, Darlin’. It’s not the demon in my blood, it’s the Irish…”
She reached across the table and took his hand in her own.
“But, most of all, it’s that I love you,” she added.
He swallowed.
She nodded.
She’d said it. She’d finally said it. It seemed like he’d been waiting forever to hear those words and, it was only now that he had, he realised he’d never actually expected to…
“I love you, Allen Frances Doyle.”
She was beaming at him, her smile bright enough to light up the whole room.
“And I love you, Cordelia Eleanor Chase,” he replied as soon as he found his voice.
He leaned forward to kiss her but found he couldn’t quite reach.
“Why are we sitting on opposite sides of this table?” she asked. “Come here you adorable, little Irish man. Come and sit beside me and tell me how much you love me.”
Doyle didn’t need asking twice, he was already sliding into the seat beside her.
“I had in mind showing you,” he said, pulling her into his arms.
***************
Lorne was smiling, his attention on something happening elsewhere in the room.
“Well?” Wesley asked. “Will we be able to find Fred or not?”
“Oh, yes, you’ll find her,” Lorne said.
“And we’ll be able to bring her home with us?”
“You most certainly will. I saw you all in the hotel together… laughing and joking…”
“And she’s fit and well?”
Lorne laughed.
“Positively blooming,” he said. “Don’t look so worried, Sweetie. Everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”
“Thank goodness…”
“The strange thing is,” Lorne mused, “it appears I’m to accompany you to Pylea after all and yet I distinctly remember telling Angel, in no uncertain terms, my feelings on that matter. I guess something must be going to happen to make me change my mind although I can’t imagine anything that would... Wild horses wouldn’t drag me back to that pit of….”
“You can’t see what it is?” Wesley interrupted.
“No, Sweetie. That’s one of the disadvantages of being the only anagogic I know. I can only read others, not myself, and there’s no one else to read me.”
Wesley hesitated.
“There is one more thing,” he said. He didn’t want to offend Lorne by casting doubt on his reading but for his own peace of mind he had to ask. “You are sure it is the future you’re reading and not just my memories of the original event?”
“Quite sure, Honeybun. Spike was clearly visible in the images.”
Wesley breathed a sigh of relief.
At last, he had something real to cling to, a future he could look forward to without fear and trepidation…
“Thank you… thank you, Lorne,” he said. “Oh, my goodness, I need a drink. Perhaps you’d care to join me?”
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