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Chapter 76
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: 15 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 76
Caritas - same time, same place
*******************
“Get yer arse over ’ere, Wes,” Wesley heard Spike shouting as he and Lorne neared the bar. “The drinks are on Angel. What’ll it be?”
“Oh, er, Sam Adams, thank you,” Wesley said, coming to sit on the bar stool beside Spike. He couldn’t see Angel but perhaps he was talking to Cordelia and Doyle.
“Sure I can’t tempt you to summat stronger?” Spike asked.
Wesley shook his head. One beer was his limit when driving.
“I’ll drive you home,” Spike added with a grin.
“Well, in that case, I’ll have a malt whisky. Thank you.”
“Glenmorangie, BJ - make that a double - and a Sea Breeze,” Spike said to the bar tender.
Wesley watched Spike sip his beer. He was hiding it well but he obviously wasn’t happy about something. Wesley wondered what had happened at the hotel after they’d left and where was Angel?
“Everything okay, Pet?” Spike asked before Wesley had a chance to ask the same question.
“Yes, I believe it might be,” Wesley replied.
Wesley glanced at the bar to see that the bar tender had just placed a whisky tumbler in front of him and was now handing a cocktail to Lorne.
“Well?” Spike was asking as Wesley picked up his glass and stared at the contents.
He took a small sip, savouring the flavour, and looked up into Spike’s enquiring gaze.
“It appears we are going to be able to locate Fred and bring her home,” he said, finally allowing himself to risk a smile.
“Well, that sounds like a reason to celebrate to me,” Spike said, clinking their glasses together. “Cheers, Mate. To Fred!”
Wesley drained his glass.
“Hey, steady, Pet. Remember you’re still convalescing.”
Wesley laughed.
“I don’t think one drink is going to do me any harm.”
“So, when’s the happy day?” Spike asked.
“I beg your pardon?” Wesley replied somewhat taken aback, his mind conjuring images of Fred dressed from head to toe in virginal white and floating toward him clutching a bouquet of lilies of the valley, her favourite flower…
“When do we go and get her?”
“Lord! I knew there was something I forgot to ask,” Wesley replied. “Lorne?”
“I’m sorry, Sweetie. That, I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Spike asked.
“Oh, believe me, I would if I could, Darlings, but there was nothing to indicate when…”
Wesley’s heart sank. He’d naturally assumed they were talking near future but he should have remembered Lorne’s readings didn’t work like that.
“You mean it could be next week or next year?” Spike asked.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Bleedin’ Hell!”
But at least Wesley knew they’d find her and she’d be safe again once more. And, this time he’d make certain she stayed well away from any ancient sarcophagus which happened to come their way - always assuming, of course, he was able to avoid making the same mistakes he’d made last time… but what if the Thesulac was right?
*****************
“So, are you going to sing for us tonight, Pumpkin?” Lorne asked.
Not that he needed to hear Spike sing to tell how miserable he was. Poor baby!
“It’s not going to change anything, is it?” Spike asked.
Lorne shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Honey, but I don’t think it will.”
“No point dwelling on it then, eh, Pet?” Spike said, his mood apparently lightening. “How about another drink?”
“I really should go and look for Cordelia and Doyle. I haven’t seen them since we arrived,” Wesley said. “I expect they’ll be wanting to get home soon.”
“They’re over there,” Spike replied, gesturing to the other side of the room, “snogging in the corner.”
“Where?” Wesley asked. “I don’t… Oh!”
“You’re probably right about getting ’em home, Pet. If we don’t, looks like they’ll be going at it on the table.”
Lorne watched Wesley and Spike head over to Cordelia and Doyle’s booth.
He smiled to himself. Right idea, wrong table.
****************
“Did everything go as expected with Ms Kovacs?” Wesley asked as they made their way to the far side of the stage. They’d elected to take the long way around the edge of the room rather than across the middle where it was more crowded.
“Yeah, it was uncanny. Angel forgave her and it was like she just gave up the ghost,” Spike replied.
Just like the first time, by all accounts.
“And how is he taking it?”
“Well, you know Angel. Won’t talk about it…”
Wesley was well familiar with Angel’s penchant for self-recrimination and introspection at times like this. He was guessing Angel had gone straight home.
“Bleedin’ Catholics!” Spike exclaimed. “He’s given himself three acts of contrition and a night of brooding as a penance.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Nothing you could have done, Luv. It was her time to die.”
Wesley hadn’t been talking about the woman.
“I hesitated when performing the ritual,” Wesley began. “The consequences…”
“The consequences were we got rid of that bugger,” Spike interrupted. “That’s what counts.”
“You don’t think Angel will feel I came too close to letting him down?”
“Nah, he’s too busy contemplating all the ways he’s let us and everyone else down not to mention all the suffering he’s caused,” Spike said with a chuckle. “Anyhow you didn’t.”
“But the plan had been to…”
“Thought you knew better by now than to expect things to go according to plan, Pet,” Spike said. “Look, Wes, I dunno what that bleedin’ Thesulac said to you - and you don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want - but whatever it was, it was just trying to needle you. You said yourself we shouldn’t listen to it….”
“Perhaps I should return to England…”
“To what? The bosom of a loving family? The open arms of the Watchers’ Council? I can’t see either killing the fatted calf to celebrate your homecoming…”
“Good point.”
“For fuck’s sake, don’t think for one moment that Angel Investigations is gonna be able to cope without you. We need you, Wes. This Angel may not know it yet but I do…”
Spike was smiling. His sincerity was plain to see.
“Thank you… thank you, Spike. I… er… really don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll stay, Pet,” Spike said, “and join ‘Team Angel’,” he continued, making air quotes with his fingers.
“Yes, I’ll stay,” Wesley replied, “on one condition…”
Spike raised an eyebrow at him.
“… that you never use that dreadful expression again.”
Spike laughed.
“I won’t, Luv. Can’t speak for Cordy though.”
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“Mmm, Cordy,” Spike could hear Doyle whispering against her cheek. Looked like he’d just come up for air.
Wesley cleared his throat.
The lovers ignored him and started to devour one another once more.
“Sorry to break up the party but Wesley here needs his beauty sleep,” Spike began. “We’re off. If you want a lift you’d better get moving.”
Wesley laughed as Doyle shifted position.
“Didn’t mean like that!” Spike exclaimed. “Wes, get that ice bucket…”
Wesley removed the empty bottle from the ice bucket on their table and handed the bucket to Spike.
“Huh?” Cordelia mumbled as she tried to sit up.
Spike held the bucket of ice water above them.
“You wouldn’t dare, Mister!”
“Wanna try me?”
Doyle was scrabbling to his feet.
“No need for any hasty actions we might all regret,” he said.
“Can’t see as how I’d regret pouring this over your heads…”
“How about when we drip water all over Angel’s leather car seats on the way home?” Cordelia suggested.
“Good point, Luv.”
Doyle held out his hand and helped her up.
Spike tried not to smile as she pulled the hem of her top down and smoothed her hair back into place.
“Give me five minutes, Spike… to visit the bathroom?”
“Sure, Luv. We’ll be over by the bar.”
“She’ll be ages doing her make-up,” Doyle said. “Fancy a drink?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Wesley led the way back to the bar.
“By the way, did you ever find out what bug crawled up her arse this morning?” Spike asked.
“Oh, Man,” Doyle began, shaking his head in dismay. “She’s got it into her head that Angel’s going to cut her salary when we move into the hotel.”
“How’d she figure that?”
“She reckons he’s going to expect us all to live in the hotel and so he’ll be deducting rent. There’s no way she can afford two lots of rent.”
“He can be a bit stingy,” Spike said, “but that’s ridiculous…”
“And, I take it, she doesn’t want to leave her apartment?” Wesley asked.
“Oh, she loves that place, right enough,” Doyle said. “She’d be heartbroken to lose it.”
“I don’t imagine for one moment that Angel would require her to live in the hotel, nor would he reduce her salary,” Wesley said. “I doubt the thought has even occurred to him.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her but can we be sure?”
“Well, he didn’t last time,” Wesley replied.
*******************
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: 15 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 76
Caritas - same time, same place
*******************
“Get yer arse over ’ere, Wes,” Wesley heard Spike shouting as he and Lorne neared the bar. “The drinks are on Angel. What’ll it be?”
“Oh, er, Sam Adams, thank you,” Wesley said, coming to sit on the bar stool beside Spike. He couldn’t see Angel but perhaps he was talking to Cordelia and Doyle.
“Sure I can’t tempt you to summat stronger?” Spike asked.
Wesley shook his head. One beer was his limit when driving.
“I’ll drive you home,” Spike added with a grin.
“Well, in that case, I’ll have a malt whisky. Thank you.”
“Glenmorangie, BJ - make that a double - and a Sea Breeze,” Spike said to the bar tender.
Wesley watched Spike sip his beer. He was hiding it well but he obviously wasn’t happy about something. Wesley wondered what had happened at the hotel after they’d left and where was Angel?
“Everything okay, Pet?” Spike asked before Wesley had a chance to ask the same question.
“Yes, I believe it might be,” Wesley replied.
Wesley glanced at the bar to see that the bar tender had just placed a whisky tumbler in front of him and was now handing a cocktail to Lorne.
“Well?” Spike was asking as Wesley picked up his glass and stared at the contents.
He took a small sip, savouring the flavour, and looked up into Spike’s enquiring gaze.
“It appears we are going to be able to locate Fred and bring her home,” he said, finally allowing himself to risk a smile.
“Well, that sounds like a reason to celebrate to me,” Spike said, clinking their glasses together. “Cheers, Mate. To Fred!”
Wesley drained his glass.
“Hey, steady, Pet. Remember you’re still convalescing.”
Wesley laughed.
“I don’t think one drink is going to do me any harm.”
“So, when’s the happy day?” Spike asked.
“I beg your pardon?” Wesley replied somewhat taken aback, his mind conjuring images of Fred dressed from head to toe in virginal white and floating toward him clutching a bouquet of lilies of the valley, her favourite flower…
“When do we go and get her?”
“Lord! I knew there was something I forgot to ask,” Wesley replied. “Lorne?”
“I’m sorry, Sweetie. That, I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Spike asked.
“Oh, believe me, I would if I could, Darlings, but there was nothing to indicate when…”
Wesley’s heart sank. He’d naturally assumed they were talking near future but he should have remembered Lorne’s readings didn’t work like that.
“You mean it could be next week or next year?” Spike asked.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Bleedin’ Hell!”
But at least Wesley knew they’d find her and she’d be safe again once more. And, this time he’d make certain she stayed well away from any ancient sarcophagus which happened to come their way - always assuming, of course, he was able to avoid making the same mistakes he’d made last time… but what if the Thesulac was right?
*****************
“So, are you going to sing for us tonight, Pumpkin?” Lorne asked.
Not that he needed to hear Spike sing to tell how miserable he was. Poor baby!
“It’s not going to change anything, is it?” Spike asked.
Lorne shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Honey, but I don’t think it will.”
“No point dwelling on it then, eh, Pet?” Spike said, his mood apparently lightening. “How about another drink?”
“I really should go and look for Cordelia and Doyle. I haven’t seen them since we arrived,” Wesley said. “I expect they’ll be wanting to get home soon.”
“They’re over there,” Spike replied, gesturing to the other side of the room, “snogging in the corner.”
“Where?” Wesley asked. “I don’t… Oh!”
“You’re probably right about getting ’em home, Pet. If we don’t, looks like they’ll be going at it on the table.”
Lorne watched Wesley and Spike head over to Cordelia and Doyle’s booth.
He smiled to himself. Right idea, wrong table.
****************
“Did everything go as expected with Ms Kovacs?” Wesley asked as they made their way to the far side of the stage. They’d elected to take the long way around the edge of the room rather than across the middle where it was more crowded.
“Yeah, it was uncanny. Angel forgave her and it was like she just gave up the ghost,” Spike replied.
Just like the first time, by all accounts.
“And how is he taking it?”
“Well, you know Angel. Won’t talk about it…”
Wesley was well familiar with Angel’s penchant for self-recrimination and introspection at times like this. He was guessing Angel had gone straight home.
“Bleedin’ Catholics!” Spike exclaimed. “He’s given himself three acts of contrition and a night of brooding as a penance.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Nothing you could have done, Luv. It was her time to die.”
Wesley hadn’t been talking about the woman.
“I hesitated when performing the ritual,” Wesley began. “The consequences…”
“The consequences were we got rid of that bugger,” Spike interrupted. “That’s what counts.”
“You don’t think Angel will feel I came too close to letting him down?”
“Nah, he’s too busy contemplating all the ways he’s let us and everyone else down not to mention all the suffering he’s caused,” Spike said with a chuckle. “Anyhow you didn’t.”
“But the plan had been to…”
“Thought you knew better by now than to expect things to go according to plan, Pet,” Spike said. “Look, Wes, I dunno what that bleedin’ Thesulac said to you - and you don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want - but whatever it was, it was just trying to needle you. You said yourself we shouldn’t listen to it….”
“Perhaps I should return to England…”
“To what? The bosom of a loving family? The open arms of the Watchers’ Council? I can’t see either killing the fatted calf to celebrate your homecoming…”
“Good point.”
“For fuck’s sake, don’t think for one moment that Angel Investigations is gonna be able to cope without you. We need you, Wes. This Angel may not know it yet but I do…”
Spike was smiling. His sincerity was plain to see.
“Thank you… thank you, Spike. I… er… really don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll stay, Pet,” Spike said, “and join ‘Team Angel’,” he continued, making air quotes with his fingers.
“Yes, I’ll stay,” Wesley replied, “on one condition…”
Spike raised an eyebrow at him.
“… that you never use that dreadful expression again.”
Spike laughed.
“I won’t, Luv. Can’t speak for Cordy though.”
*******************
“Mmm, Cordy,” Spike could hear Doyle whispering against her cheek. Looked like he’d just come up for air.
Wesley cleared his throat.
The lovers ignored him and started to devour one another once more.
“Sorry to break up the party but Wesley here needs his beauty sleep,” Spike began. “We’re off. If you want a lift you’d better get moving.”
Wesley laughed as Doyle shifted position.
“Didn’t mean like that!” Spike exclaimed. “Wes, get that ice bucket…”
Wesley removed the empty bottle from the ice bucket on their table and handed the bucket to Spike.
“Huh?” Cordelia mumbled as she tried to sit up.
Spike held the bucket of ice water above them.
“You wouldn’t dare, Mister!”
“Wanna try me?”
Doyle was scrabbling to his feet.
“No need for any hasty actions we might all regret,” he said.
“Can’t see as how I’d regret pouring this over your heads…”
“How about when we drip water all over Angel’s leather car seats on the way home?” Cordelia suggested.
“Good point, Luv.”
Doyle held out his hand and helped her up.
Spike tried not to smile as she pulled the hem of her top down and smoothed her hair back into place.
“Give me five minutes, Spike… to visit the bathroom?”
“Sure, Luv. We’ll be over by the bar.”
“She’ll be ages doing her make-up,” Doyle said. “Fancy a drink?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Wesley led the way back to the bar.
“By the way, did you ever find out what bug crawled up her arse this morning?” Spike asked.
“Oh, Man,” Doyle began, shaking his head in dismay. “She’s got it into her head that Angel’s going to cut her salary when we move into the hotel.”
“How’d she figure that?”
“She reckons he’s going to expect us all to live in the hotel and so he’ll be deducting rent. There’s no way she can afford two lots of rent.”
“He can be a bit stingy,” Spike said, “but that’s ridiculous…”
“And, I take it, she doesn’t want to leave her apartment?” Wesley asked.
“Oh, she loves that place, right enough,” Doyle said. “She’d be heartbroken to lose it.”
“I don’t imagine for one moment that Angel would require her to live in the hotel, nor would he reduce her salary,” Wesley said. “I doubt the thought has even occurred to him.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her but can we be sure?”
“Well, he didn’t last time,” Wesley replied.
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