Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (or Unlife) Goes On
Author:AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: PG this Chapter. NC17 next (I promise)
Pairing: Spike/Angel soon, eventually S/A/X also mention of Willow/Kenedy, F/R, A/W, A/Darla, B/S, B/A, B/R, S/Drusilla
Spoilers: Happens right after the end of Angel Season Five but any Angel or Buffy episodes might and will be mentioned
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy and other important people. Please don't sue, I don't have anything of worth except a second hand clarinet
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Summary: What happens next? The boys realise that life goes on after an aprocalypse
A/N: So do you like it? Hate it? Open it up and find it too long so don't read it? Please let me know. Its the first fic I've put on the web so please, please tell me what you think or you can just hit the rate button.

Part Two

Spike’s POV

I have never been in the Hyperion before, walking through the doors, we hear a shriek and I am attacked by a brown-headed tall female.

‘Why didn’t you tell us you were alive. Really Spike I could kill you. Hi Angel.’ I push Dawn away from me.

‘Now look here little bit … when did you get so tall?’ She just frowns at me but I can smell that she is happy that I am here and that I’m bantering like usual with her. She has really grown up apart from her height, her hair is short and she is wearing high heels, her clothing taste has matured as well. There is no longer the smell of cherry lip gloss around her instead her smell is overpowered by an expensive perfume.

‘Dawny, Tiffany needs some help in the kitchen.’ Willow calls as she walks into the foyer. Willow looks the same as ever and is wearing another cutsie hat that nobody else could get away with but she somehow manages to pull it off.

‘Willow, hey what can we do? Where’s Gunn?’ asks Angel in full mister-take-charge-man.

‘Gunn’s in hospital. I think there operating now.’

‘Are you kidding, in hospital, do you bloody know how long its gonna take Wolfram and Hart to get to him there,’ I blurt out, whoops now they all know I’m concerned for Gunn, oh well my rep was shot anyway. I like Angel’s humans; feisty Cordelia, shy but heart of gold Fred, loud Lorne, even the Watcher had some scones on him. I’m feeling particularly protective of Gunn as he is the only one left. For Angel to lose the whole gang would be devastating but I’ll deny it to anyone that I still care about Peaches feelings.

‘Hey to you too Spike. Its okay. Riley’s got some men on it.’

‘Riley?! …’

‘I know what your thinking Angel but a lot’s happened. You’ll get answers soon but first you two need some serious first aid. Come on into the kitchen, its our triage’

‘What about Illyria? You better not of hurt her.’

‘That’s the old one who’s in Fred’s body.’ I nod, I have a soft spot for Blue too. ‘She’s fine and reminds me of Anya in the early days.’ They walk into the kitchen and there’s Illyria on the bench, someone’s taking bullets out of her back. It’s Robin Wood one of the last people on earth I ever wanted to see again. I notice Angel look back and forth between me and Wood, I bet he’s noticed the hostile body language between us. Most people seem to have a problem with me so hopefully he dismisses the tension. Dawn and another girl, must be Tiffany are also in here. I jump up on the bench and Angel being his usual broody non-talkative self does the same. I try to take off my coat but it gets caught on something.

‘What the bloody...?’ I ask.

‘Hang on it’s caught on an arrow, let me get it,’ Angel replies.

‘Oh no you don’t Peaches, you’ll cause maximum pain to get me back for the sword incident.’ I need to get back into the snap and fight routine with him, I was getting to sappy when I thought we wouldn’t survive.

‘Incident! Spike you rammed a sword straight through me!’

‘I had to get that bug demon thingy’ I say smirking, reminiscing on how fun that was.

‘Right you couldn’t just hit it, no you had to make me suffer. You can’t deny you didn’t love doing it.’

‘Bollocks. Why would I ever do anything to hurt you, nancyboy?’ I ask silently adding, you have betrayed me so many times that I’d be justified in staking you. I’m not even going to think about why I haven’t tried to stake Angel.

‘Will you two stop fighting long enough for us to get these arrows and bullets out?’ Willow asks, seeming exasperated as she comes over.

‘Okay but will you try and fill us in as to why you’re all here not that we aren’t grateful but the last time we asked for help you weren’t very um helpful.’ Does Angel ever stop being a businessman? Course he doesn’t cos he’s an anal retentive bastard who wouldn’t know fun if it bit him on the bum. I try to pay attention to the conversation willing the image of my Sire’s hind parts out of my head along with the unwanted feelings that accompanied them.

‘I think I’m the one who should be answering those questions,’ Giles walks in followed by Andrew. This time he is dressed all Watchermanny in tweed. Wonder if he’s realised he’s gay yet.

‘Here let’s get this off you’ Robin is suddenly behind me tugging at that blasted arrow.

‘Oh no you bloody don’t. Don’t think that you’ll try to kill me again by aiming for my heart with that thing.’ Angel gives us a look.

‘Don’t worry let’s call it a truce or Faith will kick my butt’

‘Oh has the wild slayer got herself a lap dog?’ Before Wood can retort Angel interrupts us.

‘Spike if you want to pick a fight go outside I’m sure there’s a couple of hundred demons who are looking to kick your butt. And you, whoever you are I appreciate the fact that being near Spike for five seconds is long enough for you to decide he needs to die but really this is not the time,’ If looks would kill Angel would be... well actually I’d have been dead a hundred years ago.

‘Hey! Not everyone wants to kill me straight away, anyway if anyone has a reason for killing me he does. This is his mum’s jacket.’

‘Oh’

‘I’m glad to see you’ve actually grown what some people would say was a conscious Spike but we’ve got serious work to do so if you have no objection Wood will help you with those arrows.’ Giles will always be a stuck up Englishman. ‘Now we were only not helping you when you were working for Wolfram and Hart now that you have decided to fight against them we are more than happy to give you support.’

‘We were trying to change the system from the inside, that’s the only reason we took the job in the first place.’

‘Oh and making a bargain with those lawyers to save your sons life, that was what only a distraction.’ Angel glares at me and I know I’m going to pay for that comment later on but it was way to good an opportunity to waste.

‘Son? But that’s impossible Angel can’t have a son,’ Giles blabbers, sometimes he seems to forget that we live the impossible every day.
‘It gets a lot more impossible mate when Darla’s the mum and the kid’s a teenager when he was only born two years ago.’

‘Spike stop it. Look I will explain but I still don’t understand what is going on here and first of all shouldn’t we help the slayer’s outside and then run cos Wolfram and Hart will look here first. I really don’t think they are going to let us just leave.’ Robin finishes fixing my back while Angel’s still talking and hands me another black shirt. I’m glad that I don’t need to wear Xander’s old things again. That boy desperately needed the Queer Eye team to help him. I wonder where the whelp is, I was getting to like him at the end there, I hope he wasn’t to devastated by his ex’s death. Oh bugger, stake me now, next I’ll be brooding like my sorry excuse for a Sire.

‘You won’t be much help when you burst into flames, which will happen the minute either of you step outside, its daylight. You have just killed Wolframs and Hart’s major supporters, right now they are crippled and aren’t going to storm a place where there is an army of slayers not to mention the fact that a government official is waiting to speak to Gunn who I gather has knowledge of Wolfram and Harts legal ‘mistakes’ in his brain. They will be in court for years.’ Angel is impressed but I’m just bored and tired.

‘So how come Soldier boy is helping Buffy, isn’t he part of the government who tried to control demons and put a chip in my head. Besides, I’m sure the Mrs. Finn just loves her boy’s ex working closely with him.’ Well actually not too bored when I can still make snide comments at them all. I casually slide off the table and head for the door, though my body protests, appearances are everything. ‘Where is that pint sized slayer anyway, didn’t see her in the fight."

‘Hello to you too Spike.’ Buffy walks in a little scratched and bruise but everyone in the room has seen her worse. Angel and I have both inflicted worse on her. She’s grown her hair long like Goldilocks, I love her hair long but I have also dreaded this, the why aren’t you dead moment. She walks over to me until she’s so close I could kiss her. It hits me I still love her but I’m no longer in love with her, which is strange cos she smells so good a mixture of sweat, blood, perfume and shampoo. Suddenly she slaps me.

‘Oi! Actually nah I deserved that.’ She just half smiles and then walks over to Angel he gets up to look down into her eyes. Probably trying to intimidate her with his size, must forget who his dealing with, size never intimidates her. There is still tension there between them. What a threesome we could make with those gorgeous two one whom I love more than anyone else. Wait, I love Angel? Shit, in a twisted sire-childe way that Angelus beat into me. Can’t let that tosser know though, he’d lord it over me until the apocalypse that we actually can’t stop. Angel and Buffy stare into each other’s eyes for an eternity before she slaps him across the face. Good I’m not the only one facing an bad-moody slayer.

‘What was that …?’

‘Is it customary for old friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time to slap each other?’ I had forgotten about Illyria, actually I’d forgotten about everyone in this room except Angel and Buffy. I struggle to keep my arousal under control otherwise Illyria will smell it and talk about major embarrassment.

‘Who’s that?’ asks Buffy. This will be interesting explaining Illyria to miss black and white. Angel seems to be the one who has to explain but we are interrupted by voices arguing in the lobby.

‘Look Angel knows who I am please, just let me talk to Angel or at least one of his friends, please.’

‘I’m sorry sir I don’t know…’

‘Look I know his here, it’s important please just get him, I’d hate to hurt you.’ Great it’s the little brat but he sounds agitated so it must be important.

‘Conner’ Angel quickly strides out of the room and we follow like little puppies. Oh how Drusilla liked puppies, Bloody hell I must be tired. Buffy looks quizzingly at me as we walk out as if to say ‘please explain.’ I whisper

‘Darla and his son, I’ll explain later.’ This time both eyebrows raise so she didn’t know. Boy will Angel cop it later; I just hopes that I’ll be around to see it go down.

‘Conner what are you doing here? I thought I told you to go home and stay there. This isn’t your fight.’ Angel seems annoyed, he probably thinks sending the child away is the best for him and that he won’t be in constant danger. I think some of that hair gel has seeped into his brain, the boy will be in danger wherever he is. Oh peaches is annoyed, luckily there are people around otherwise he’d be looking for a round of bash up the Spike. His favourite pastime when he is extremely annoyed. That reminds me, can somebody please explain how it is possible for a puppet to throw a fully-grown vampire out a bloody window!

‘Look dad, I went home but then some demons showed up so I figured home isn’t that safe for us.’

‘Are you okay? You’re not hurt? Did you take care of them okay?’

‘Yeah dad we’re fine, I took care of them but I wasn’t going to wait around for the next lot so can we crash here?’

‘Buffy, do we have room for three more?’ The brat’s ‘parents’ look shocked and are standing well back.

‘I’m sure we can squeeze them in,’ answers Willow, ‘right Buff.’

‘Ha? Oh yeah sure.’ Buffy looks really thrown by this, what she can have boyfriends but he can’t? Well girlfriends in his case... mostly. ‘Look I’m beat and y'all must be too. Can we talk about everything in the morning, well later, after much needed sleep? Six sound good? I’m going to bed.’ Just like that, she leaves. Always running away from things she can’t handle, guess some things don’t change.

‘Okay um I’ll see if we can find a room for you? I’m Willow by the way,’ she says to Conner and his folks. ‘Oh by the way Angel, Spike because of the bed shortage you two will have to share Angel's old room okay? Just try not to kill each other. Sorry but its two to a room and no one is keen to share a room with a vampire, even if they have souls.’ She quickly walks out of the room leading Conner and his family before either one of us can protest. I look at him; he’s looking at me.

‘Great!’