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Chapter 62
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 October 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 62
Angel’s apartment - same time, same place
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“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce,” Wesley said, extending his hand to Spike.
“This is… William,” Angel quickly said, before Spike had a chance to speak.
Okay, so the poof didn’t want Wesley to know who he was. Probably for the best. He’d likely wet himself if he knew who he was about to shake hands with.
Spike took Wesley’s hand and smiled.
“Pleased to meet you,” Spike said with a wink.
Wesley rapidly withdrew his hand.
“And this is Doyle… my associate… and good friend,” Angel continued.
Good friend, eh? Spike wondered how Angel would describe him given the opportunity.
“Mr Doyle,” Wesley said, shaking Doyle’s hand.
“Just Doyle… Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Doyle said. “All right if I call you Wes?”
Wesley hesitated before nodding.
“And, of course you know Cordelia…”
“Good Lord…” Wesley began.
He seemed to notice Cordelia for the first time. Spike resisted the urge to grin as he watched Wesley pull himself up to his full height before offering Cordelia his hand.
“Well this is nice,” he continued.
She took his hand.
“I must say, you’re looking well… I had no idea you were working with Angel…”
“Well, not so much working with as… helping out… just while I’m resting,” Cordelia said. “I’m an actress… What about you, Wesley? Who are you working for these days?”
“A lone wolf, such as myself, never works with anyone,” Wesley said. “I’m a rogue demon hunter now…”
Spike sniggered.
“What’s a rogue demon?” Cordelia asked.
Wesley touched his forefinger to the bridge of his glasses and pushed them up his nose. His eyes widened as he glared at Cordelia.
“Oh, he’s priceless, Luv!” Spike exclaimed.
“Excuse me?” Wesley said.
“Spike!” Angel warned.
Wesley took a step backwards and all the colour drained from his face. Yeah, that had let the cat out of the bag all right…
“Spike?” Wesley said.
“Yeah, that’s right, Mate,” Spike replied.
“As in William the Bloody?”
“In person…”
Wesley glanced at each of them in turn as if hoping to see some sign that this was just a bad joke. Of course, he didn’t find it.
“It’s okay, Wesley,” Cordelia said. “He’s changed. He’s not like he was when we knew him in Sunnydale… or, so Angel would have us believe. Oh, that’s right, you never actually met him, did you?”
“Changed? I don’t understand,” Wesley said. “He’s a vampire. How can he have changed? Angel…?”
“He’s like me now,” Angel began.
“Oi!” Spike exclaimed. “Not sure I like the comparison, Pet.”
Wesley swallowed. His pulse quickened. Poor Bugger probably thought Angel was evil too.
“He has a soul,” Angel continued.
“But how…?”
“Come on, Pet. You better sit down before you fall down,” Spike said, stepping forward and reaching out to take Wesley’s arm.
Wesley took a step backward and started to sway.
“Okay, okay! Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’m not gonna do anything…” Spike said, backing off.
“I… er…”
“Fuck! Grab him, Luv. He’s gonna...”
“Collapse?” Angel said, grabbing Wesley under the armpits as his legs folded under him.
Angel lowered him gently to the floor.
“Get him onto the bed, Luv,” Spike said. “You can explain things to him when he wakes up. I’m gonna check on the turkey.”
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“Mind the shoes!” Cordelia yelled as Angel carried Wesley to the bed. “Don’t let him get dust all over the sheets.”
“It’ll wash out, Cordy,” Angel heard Doyle point out.
“I was just trying to help,” she protested.
“Why don’t you go and get him a glass of water, Darlin’?” Doyle suggested.
Angel looked up to see Cordelia heading off in the direction of the bathroom.
Doyle picked up Wesley’s helmet which he’d dropped when he fainted and placed it on the desk.
A groan caught Angel’s attention. Wesley was coming round.
“Angel?” Wesley gasped. “What happened?”
“You passed out,” Angel said.
“I did?”
“You don’t remember?”
“One minute I was standing beside you and the next… I’m here… wherever here is.”
Wesley struggled to sit up and took in his surroundings.
Cordelia returned with the glass of water and hovered in the background.
“You don’t look so good, Man,” Doyle said. “Would you like some water?”
Doyle took the glass from Cordelia and handed it to Wesley.
“Thank you...”
Doyle was right. Wesley didn’t look good. In fact, he looked awful. His skin was pale, there were bags under his eyes and… and, he looked like he hadn’t shaved for three days…
“Where’s Spike?” Wesley asked, handing the glass back to Doyle.
He hadn’t looked nearly this bad when he first arrived.
“Downstairs,” Doyle said, “but there’s nothing to be afraid of… is there, Angel?”
Wesley frowned.
“Why would I be afraid of Spike?” he asked.
Wesley struggled to his feet. He was clutching his side, apparently in some discomfort.
“Or, should I be afraid for Spike?” he added. “Angel, what’s wrong? Has something happened to Spike?”
“He’s fine, Wesley,” Angel said.
“Thank goodness…”
“… but I’m not so sure about you. Are you injured?”
“It’s nothing,” Wesley said.
It was obviously something but Angel decided not to push it. Maybe he’d tell Spike.
“When did you last eat?”
“Eat? Good Lord, I have no idea. The day before yesterday?”
“Then you must be hungry,” Angel said, “and you’re just in time for dinner. We’re having a late Thanksgiving… Spike’s idea. You will join us, won’t you?”
He looked like he could at least use a good meal.
“Thank you,” Wesley said, “I am rather peckish now I come to think about it… but where are we… it looks like… no, it can’t be. Angel, did I suffer a blow to the head when I collapsed?”
He glanced around the room once more.
“And where are the others?” Wesley asked.
“I’m here,” Cordelia said, stepping out of the shadows to stand beside Doyle.
“Cordelia!” Wesley exclaimed.
He stared at her.
“Is it really you?”
He took a step toward her.
“Yes, it’s really me… What… you didn’t expect to find me hanging out with the undead and a half-demon?”
“It’s so good to see you… Let me look at you…”
Angel smiled at the look of surprise on Cordelia’s face as Wesley embraced her.
“What’s with you today?” she asked, extricating herself from his grasp.
Angel exchanged a glance with Doyle.
“Since when do you go around hugging people?” Cordelia asked.
“Since when they last saw you, you were dead,” Doyle said.
“Oh,” Cordelia said. “Oh! You’re THAT Wesley.”
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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 October 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 62
Angel’s apartment - same time, same place
*******************
“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce,” Wesley said, extending his hand to Spike.
“This is… William,” Angel quickly said, before Spike had a chance to speak.
Okay, so the poof didn’t want Wesley to know who he was. Probably for the best. He’d likely wet himself if he knew who he was about to shake hands with.
Spike took Wesley’s hand and smiled.
“Pleased to meet you,” Spike said with a wink.
Wesley rapidly withdrew his hand.
“And this is Doyle… my associate… and good friend,” Angel continued.
Good friend, eh? Spike wondered how Angel would describe him given the opportunity.
“Mr Doyle,” Wesley said, shaking Doyle’s hand.
“Just Doyle… Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Doyle said. “All right if I call you Wes?”
Wesley hesitated before nodding.
“And, of course you know Cordelia…”
“Good Lord…” Wesley began.
He seemed to notice Cordelia for the first time. Spike resisted the urge to grin as he watched Wesley pull himself up to his full height before offering Cordelia his hand.
“Well this is nice,” he continued.
She took his hand.
“I must say, you’re looking well… I had no idea you were working with Angel…”
“Well, not so much working with as… helping out… just while I’m resting,” Cordelia said. “I’m an actress… What about you, Wesley? Who are you working for these days?”
“A lone wolf, such as myself, never works with anyone,” Wesley said. “I’m a rogue demon hunter now…”
Spike sniggered.
“What’s a rogue demon?” Cordelia asked.
Wesley touched his forefinger to the bridge of his glasses and pushed them up his nose. His eyes widened as he glared at Cordelia.
“Oh, he’s priceless, Luv!” Spike exclaimed.
“Excuse me?” Wesley said.
“Spike!” Angel warned.
Wesley took a step backwards and all the colour drained from his face. Yeah, that had let the cat out of the bag all right…
“Spike?” Wesley said.
“Yeah, that’s right, Mate,” Spike replied.
“As in William the Bloody?”
“In person…”
Wesley glanced at each of them in turn as if hoping to see some sign that this was just a bad joke. Of course, he didn’t find it.
“It’s okay, Wesley,” Cordelia said. “He’s changed. He’s not like he was when we knew him in Sunnydale… or, so Angel would have us believe. Oh, that’s right, you never actually met him, did you?”
“Changed? I don’t understand,” Wesley said. “He’s a vampire. How can he have changed? Angel…?”
“He’s like me now,” Angel began.
“Oi!” Spike exclaimed. “Not sure I like the comparison, Pet.”
Wesley swallowed. His pulse quickened. Poor Bugger probably thought Angel was evil too.
“He has a soul,” Angel continued.
“But how…?”
“Come on, Pet. You better sit down before you fall down,” Spike said, stepping forward and reaching out to take Wesley’s arm.
Wesley took a step backward and started to sway.
“Okay, okay! Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’m not gonna do anything…” Spike said, backing off.
“I… er…”
“Fuck! Grab him, Luv. He’s gonna...”
“Collapse?” Angel said, grabbing Wesley under the armpits as his legs folded under him.
Angel lowered him gently to the floor.
“Get him onto the bed, Luv,” Spike said. “You can explain things to him when he wakes up. I’m gonna check on the turkey.”
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“Mind the shoes!” Cordelia yelled as Angel carried Wesley to the bed. “Don’t let him get dust all over the sheets.”
“It’ll wash out, Cordy,” Angel heard Doyle point out.
“I was just trying to help,” she protested.
“Why don’t you go and get him a glass of water, Darlin’?” Doyle suggested.
Angel looked up to see Cordelia heading off in the direction of the bathroom.
Doyle picked up Wesley’s helmet which he’d dropped when he fainted and placed it on the desk.
A groan caught Angel’s attention. Wesley was coming round.
“Angel?” Wesley gasped. “What happened?”
“You passed out,” Angel said.
“I did?”
“You don’t remember?”
“One minute I was standing beside you and the next… I’m here… wherever here is.”
Wesley struggled to sit up and took in his surroundings.
Cordelia returned with the glass of water and hovered in the background.
“You don’t look so good, Man,” Doyle said. “Would you like some water?”
Doyle took the glass from Cordelia and handed it to Wesley.
“Thank you...”
Doyle was right. Wesley didn’t look good. In fact, he looked awful. His skin was pale, there were bags under his eyes and… and, he looked like he hadn’t shaved for three days…
“Where’s Spike?” Wesley asked, handing the glass back to Doyle.
He hadn’t looked nearly this bad when he first arrived.
“Downstairs,” Doyle said, “but there’s nothing to be afraid of… is there, Angel?”
Wesley frowned.
“Why would I be afraid of Spike?” he asked.
Wesley struggled to his feet. He was clutching his side, apparently in some discomfort.
“Or, should I be afraid for Spike?” he added. “Angel, what’s wrong? Has something happened to Spike?”
“He’s fine, Wesley,” Angel said.
“Thank goodness…”
“… but I’m not so sure about you. Are you injured?”
“It’s nothing,” Wesley said.
It was obviously something but Angel decided not to push it. Maybe he’d tell Spike.
“When did you last eat?”
“Eat? Good Lord, I have no idea. The day before yesterday?”
“Then you must be hungry,” Angel said, “and you’re just in time for dinner. We’re having a late Thanksgiving… Spike’s idea. You will join us, won’t you?”
He looked like he could at least use a good meal.
“Thank you,” Wesley said, “I am rather peckish now I come to think about it… but where are we… it looks like… no, it can’t be. Angel, did I suffer a blow to the head when I collapsed?”
He glanced around the room once more.
“And where are the others?” Wesley asked.
“I’m here,” Cordelia said, stepping out of the shadows to stand beside Doyle.
“Cordelia!” Wesley exclaimed.
He stared at her.
“Is it really you?”
He took a step toward her.
“Yes, it’s really me… What… you didn’t expect to find me hanging out with the undead and a half-demon?”
“It’s so good to see you… Let me look at you…”
Angel smiled at the look of surprise on Cordelia’s face as Wesley embraced her.
“What’s with you today?” she asked, extricating herself from his grasp.
Angel exchanged a glance with Doyle.
“Since when do you go around hugging people?” Cordelia asked.
“Since when they last saw you, you were dead,” Doyle said.
“Oh,” Cordelia said. “Oh! You’re THAT Wesley.”
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