Where are you Christmas

Where are you stmastmas



Title: Where are you Christmas
Author: FerretGirl
Pairing: Angel/Wes/Spike
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for S5
Rating: NC-17...Eventually..
Warning's: Angst! Sex! Fluff! Violent Evil Beings!...er...The usual.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing the boys to play with from
time to time.

A big thanks to my Beta's alias_lilacgirl,
foreverwes
and snoopygirll
A special thanks to alias_lilacgirl
for re-writing the fighting scene. Because, really, I do stink at those.
Where are you Christmas, Part
2

"Why is this place not decorated?" Cordelia asked, looking around
surprised, perched on the edge of Wes' desk.

"It's Wes' office," Angel said shrugging. As if that would explain
everything.

"Yeah and...?" Cordy asked.

"He doesn't do Christmas very well pet, you should know that," Spike
said.

Cordelia's head swirled around to pin both vampires on their seat. "Now
that's just a load of bull!"

She jumped off the desk and started pacing. "He had no problem
celebrating Christmas when I was around. Sure it was only one day and the rest
of the holiday he was alone..." Her voice trailed off. She looked at
Angel and Spike and frowned.

"Well, okay, he didn't really like it, but at least he made an effort.
But this year, there's nothing, nada, nopes!" She said waving her arms.
"Why do you think that is?"

She continued not giving either man a chance to react. "It's funny when
he actually has a lot to celebrate. He's got friends, He's got not one, but
two lovers," She turned around toward them holding up two fingers. "He's
got a great job with all the books he ever wanted, to drool over."

She stopped pacing in front of them. "So why isn't he a happy,
celebrating Wesley?"

Angel shrugged again, "I don't know."

"That doesn't surprise me, Mr. Brood-a-lot. Really Angel, you can be so
dense!" Cordelia looked at Spike who by now was frowning.

"He's not as happy as he should be?" Spike tried.

"Bingo! Give the man a prize! Now for round two," Cordelia
cheerfully continued, "Why is ht ast as happy as he should be?"

"Hold it," Angel stood and held up a hand. "What do you mean
he's not happy, of course he is. He would have told us if he wasn't
happy."

Spike looked at Cordelia and pointed at Angel. "He really is dense most
of the time, isn't he?"

"Hey!" Angel stopped pacing, "Not funny, Spike this is serious!"

Now Spike jumped up advancing on Angel, "I know that, Angelus, but if you
wouldn't be so bloody thick-headed all the time...."

A shrill whistle ripped through the air making both vampires cover their ears.

Cordelia's eyes shot fire at them. "And you two wonder why Wesley walked
out on you today, if this is what he has to do all day, play referee between
the two of you?"

She was met by not one, but two, blank looks. This was going to be a long
night and she had thought she would do this quickly between jobs. She hoped
she could reschedule some stuff in her planner. Higher Beings were very busy
with Christmas, you know.

**********~**********

Wesley had grown very irritated. Everywhere he went there were cheerful people,
wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. There were groups of people singing carols,
children with happy rosy cheeks and of course a Santa Claus Ho-ho-ho-ing on
almost every corner of the street.

Wesley then decided to seek refuge in the alleys. After all, what better place
to not meet overly happy people * and * walk into a demon...or two.

So he had been very happy when he had staked not one, not two, but three
vampire fledglings dressed up as Santa Claus. It hadn't been much of a fight.
More like Jab, Stab, Poof....Ho Ho Ho. But still.

The demon he had found half an hour later, happily in the progress of eating
some humans, was a better workout. It, however, almost completely tore the
sleeve off his favorite jacket. The brown suede one. But it was still fixable
with a needle and thread. The demon had been slain and the people had run off,
so much for gratitude. You're welcome and a Merry Christmas to you too.

Then Wesley had walked into something he had never seen. His scholar brain was
excited and he had already been making notes mentally. It was a cute looking
Golden Retriever, but with unnatural eyes and a snarling set of teeth. What
kind of imbecile vampire would turn a dog boggled Wesley's brain

But Wesley didn't have a chance to wonder for long. The dog lunged at him,
knocking Wesley back onto the pavement. It's teeth sank down into Wesley's arm
as he tried to shield himself. The leather protected him somewhat from the
fangs, but unfortunately the material ripped when Wesley shoved the dog off of
him. Wesley rose up onto his knees before the demon attacked again, latching
itself onto Wesley's hand. With his free one, he retrieved the stake from his
pocket and tried to slay the hound. Missing the heart since Wesley's wasn't
positive about where a canine's heart would be.

Wesley's strike did cause the dog to yelp and let go of his hand. Wesley stood
and backed away a few steps, readying for the next attack. It came, but not as
high as Wesley was expecting. The vampire dog bit him in the leg, nearly
knocking Wesley off balance.

He plunged the stake into the back of the beast, successful as it turned to
dust and sprinkled down lightly onto his shoes.

Wesley hauled himself up painfully and laughed. It was frightening the way he
was becoming more and more like Spike and Angel. Now he was pissed that some
thing had dared to destroy his jacket. What was next? Drinking blood? Well,
not likely.

Letting out a deep sigh he started to limp back to the Wolfram and Hart
building. He had enough slaying for tonight. He wasn't homicidal. Although
everyone who knew he was living with two vampires had doubted his sanity,
himself included at times.

His leg was beginning to throb and the handkerchief around his hand was soaked
with blood. Wonderful. Marvelous. Who would have thought vampire dog's teeth
were ten times sharper when dog dog was in game face? And that alone had been
a strange thing to observe. And he still had the bloody headache.

quotquot;Best Christmas ever," Wesley muttered, "just splendid."

He looked up when the Wolfram and Hart building appeared in front of him.
"Home sweet home," he sighed limping up the huge new stair entrance.

"I'm going to get drunk, like I should have done in the first place, get
a hot bath and then sleep until the new year," Wesley told himself. And
it wouldn't necessarily have to be in that order. He reached out with his good
hand to open the door, only to watch the door come at him with stunning speed
and connect with his nose....hard.

**********~**********

"I smell his blood," Angel growled running out the door of Wolfram
and Hart.

Spike was right on his heels. "He's been here recently," he added.

Angel whacked him over the head. "He works and lives here you
moron."

Spike gave him a sheepish look. "Yeah, I'm just worried, ya'know."

"I know," Angel sighed. He looked left and right, not really sure
which way to go.

"We got to find the git and tell him that we love him and all that,"
Spike joined Angel with the left and right looking.

"What idiot goes out to slay demons on Christmas Eve anyway?" Angel
wanted to know.

"Ours," Spike shrugged. Because yeah, Wes was their idiot and they
were Wes'...er...vampires.

After the lecture Cordy had given them, and their ears were still ringing from
that one, they had both agreed they were going to find Wes and talk to him.
Tell him they were sorry for the constant fighting and that they were going to
try and do better. Try and makeley ley feel morke hke he belonged to them and
not just use him as some middleman.

Because that was not how neither Spike nor Angel saw him. They didn't see him
as some middleman or referee. They saw Wesley as their equal, their partner.
Now they only needed to tell him so and act accordingly.

A heartfelt 'bloody hell!' made both of them whirl around. With speed worthy
of vampires they were with the person who had uttered the curse. Wesley.

A Wesley, was was carefully rubbing his nose and glaring at the door and Spike
and Angel in turns. Apparently the door both vampire's has just thrown open,
had connected with Wesley's nose.

"He's bleeding,"Spike muttered worried.

"I told you he was," Angel frowned, trying to get a better look at
Wesley face. Only the ex-watcher was hiding most of it behind his hand.

"No, you said you smelled his blood, that's something different,"
Spike interjected.

"How is that different?" Angel wanted to know.

At this point Wesley really had enough. He was hurt, he was tired, his
headache was killing him, and he just wanted to go to bed. And here were Angel
and Spike, fighting, again.
He batted the hands of both vampires away, "yes, have an argument about
my blood why don't you?" He glared at them both scathingly with his red
nose. If the situation hadn't have been so serious both Angel and Spike would
have laughed as it was a funny sight. Instead, they shot a worrying glance at
Wes and started to mutter excuses.
Wesley held up his good hand. "Save it," he informed them briskly.
"I'm going to our apartment and then to bed, I've had quite enough of
this Christmas rubbish."

He turned around and yanked open the door with his wounded hand, ignoring the
sharp pain that little action gave him. Limping and muttering under his breath
he made his way toward the elevator.

"He's limping," Spike said unnecessary.

"Yeah, I've noticed," Angel nodded.

"That didn't go well did it?&q Spi Spike kept looking until Wesley had
vanished into the elevator and then turned back to look at Angel.

"No," was all Angel had to say on the subject.

TBC....


 2003 by
FerretGirl