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Chapter 80
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: 22 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 80
Angel’s apartment - the following day
*************
“So, this Aggie was expecting you?” Wesley asked.
He poured the tea he’d just made for himself.
“Psychic,” Spike reminded him.
“Of course,” Wesley replied. He’d fallen right into that one.
“We were lucky, mind you,” Spike said. “Lorne only met her for the first time last night. If he hadn’t, then…”
Wesley didn’t need to have the implications spelled out. Without her insight, he had no idea how they were going to establish the whereabouts of the local psychic hotspots.
“Tea?” he interrupted.
“Yeah, thanks.”
He poured another cup for Spike.
“So, what was she able to tell you?”
Spike took the mug and sat down at the kitchen table.
“First off, she didn’t see Lorne joining the raiding party… Just you, me and Angel.”
“Oh?”
Wesley frowned.
“That’s curious.”
He could understand the absence of Doyle and Cordelia. Angel wouldn’t want to put either of them in unnecessary danger and, of course, Doyle would be particularly vulnerable given his link to the Powers but hadn’t Lorne’s reading revealed that he would be accompanying them?
“Whatever.”
Wesley began to wonder if something they had done - or, perhaps, not done - had already served to change future events. How could he be certain their mission would be successful if Lorne failed to accompany them?
“Any road, it seems none of us is going anywhere at the moment,” Spike added.
“Oh dear.”
Wesley slumped into the nearest chair. His worst fears had been confirmed. This was not what he’d wanted to hear.
“According to Aggie, the psychic energies won’t be in the right alignment until next week…” Spike continued. “Tuesday, 10:13 pm, to be precise.”
What?
“Spike!” Wesley exclaimed. “Couldn’t you have told me that at the outset?”
“Sorry, Pet. Didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Never mind,” Wesley said. “What about the location? Caritas?”
Of course, Caritas would make things very awkward if they were to use Angel’s car as a means of ensuring they all arrived together.
“Nah. That doesn’t become a hotspot again until the middle of next month and the library’s no good either. Seems that one’s burned out for good.”
“Then where?” Wesley snapped.
He was becoming impatient now.
“All right, keep your hair on,” Spike said.
“I’m sorry, Spike. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. It’s just that I’m anxious to get underway. When I think of what Fred might be having to endure…”
“I know, Pet. I’m sorry,” Spike said. “It’s a place just off Melrose…”
He began to rummage in his pockets.
“Aggie gave me a map… I’ve got it here somewhere…”
“The film studio?”
“Yeah, that’s it. How did you…? Oh, right. Same place you opened the portal last time.”
****************
Spike looked up from the book he was reading when he heard the office door open and close.
“The Poof’s back,” he called out to Wesley.
“Be with you both in a minute, Spike. I can’t leave this omelette unattended…”
Spike had been expecting Angel to rush straight down to the apartment. After all, it had been over eight hours since they’d last seen each other and, after everything they’d said last night, Spike had assumed…
Fuck, if he’d learned anything in this world by now it should be not to assume a bloody thing!
Spike got up from the couch and headed toward the stairs. Summat must be wrong if the Poof was hiding in his office again. Angel had said he had some business to attend to at the hotel this afternoon so Spike had gone to see Lorne on his own. Fuck knows what he’d been up to all this time.
**************
As he closed his desk drawer, Angel sensed rather than heard Spike in the outer office.
“Hey!” he called out, turning to greet him.
“What’s up, Luv?” Spike said, hovering in the doorway.
“Nothing. Why should anything be up?”
Angel took his coat off and hung it up.
“You’re hiding summat,” Spike said, coming to stand by the desk.
“No, I’m not.”
“It’s me you’re talking to, Luv, not Cordelia. Come on, spill.”
Angel closed the door behind Spike.
“Okay, I’ll tell you but keep it quiet. I don’t want the others to know just yet.”
“Wes won’t hear you. He’s down in the kitchen getting himself some dinner.”
Angel perched on the edge of the desk.
Spike was frowning at him.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I didn’t mean to worry you,” Angel began. “It’s a surprise for everyone, that’s all… the good kind.”
Spike visibly relaxed. Angel wondered what he’d been expecting.
“When you say, ‘everyone’, does that include me?”
“Yes… and no,” Angel said. “I mean, yes, it does but, no, it’s not a surprise anymore now I’m telling you about it…”
“Come on, out with it, Pet. What the fuck have you been up to all day?”
****************
“I had a call from the bank,” Angel began.
“Huh?”
Surely he wasn’t gonna complain about that advance he’d given Wes. It was only a couple of hundred dollars…
“That bank in Kansas Judy worked for…”
“Why the fuck would they call you?”
Spike had a bad feeling about this.
“You didn’t bleedin’ well go and return the money, did you?”
“I had to, Spike,” Angel said.
At least he had the good grace to look apologetic about it.
“We could have used that money, Luv, and I don’t mean to line our own pockets. Helping the helpless don’t come cheap.”
“I know. Believe me, I thought long and hard about it but I just couldn’t keep it… I owed it to Judy to return the money and try and make things right. Perhaps if I hadn’t persuaded her to let me hide it in the first place…”
“Yeah, okay, Pet. I understand.”
The last thing Spike wanted right now was to reopen that can of worms.
“So, the bank,” Spike prompted. “What’d they do, send you a couple of tickets to the local production of ‘Wizard of Oz’ as a thank you?”
“Better than that.”
“A reward?”
Wouldn’t be much though. Five hundred thousand dollars might have been one Hell of a load of dosh in 1952 but it was worth chicken shit now.
“Five percent.”
“Bloody Hell! Twenty five thousand dollars…”
“With compound interest,” Angel said, grinning from ear to ear.
Bloody Hell! That smile was dazzling. Enough to make a fella go all weak at the knees.
“It seems it was the bank’s policy back in the fifties to invest the reward money right away. It’s been sitting there in a high interest account ever since.”
“Well, bugger me!” Spike exclaimed.
This was a turn up for the books.
“It’s enough to completely refurbish suites for all of us…”
Angel had obviously paused for dramatic effect. Okay, he’d take the bait.
“And?”
“We should be able to get those Christmas presents we talked about… Might have to be used vehicles though. Not sure it’ll be enough to stretch to brand new models… You don’t think Cordy’ll mind, do you?”
“She’s not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, Luv. When you gonna tell ’em?”
“The decorators have already started. That’s where I’ve been all afternoon. They’ll be working over the weekend too. With any luck we can move in on Monday. I thought I’d wait until then…”
“I hope you’ve planned on a room for Fred, Luv, ’cause we go to Pylea on Tuesday.”
****************
Meanwhile… a long time ago in a dimension far, far away…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I am defender of this realm,” the handsome warrior proclaimed. “I have been summoned…”
“Please! Don’t leave us,” the young woman at his side begged. “Not today, our special day…”
It had been over a year since he’d last been summoned. She’d been hoping they would have found a new champion in the intervening period.
“It is my sworn duty…” he explained. “I must heed the call… If I do not go, who else will slay the Mogfan beast and render the Scum Pits of Ur safe once more for our travellers?”
“I suppose so…” she agreed, somewhat reluctantly.
“We shall celebrate upon my return,” the warrior said. “Three moons from now, gather the villagers and prepare a feast…”
“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” the tall, slender figure hovering in the background said. “I’ll keep you company until Groo gets back.”
“Promise me you’ll be careful,” the young woman said as the Groosalugg took the reins in his hand and prepared to mount his mighty steed, “and watch out for the Drokken.”
“As always, Little One…” he replied, bending down to kiss her on the cheek.
He climbed onto his horse and turned to leave.
“We love you,” she called after him.
The Groosalugg paused to glance over his shoulder and blew her a kiss. He then turned toward the man who stood beside her.
“Take care of her for me, my friend.”
“My pleasure, Sugar Plum.”
*************
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: 22 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 80
Angel’s apartment - the following day
*************
“So, this Aggie was expecting you?” Wesley asked.
He poured the tea he’d just made for himself.
“Psychic,” Spike reminded him.
“Of course,” Wesley replied. He’d fallen right into that one.
“We were lucky, mind you,” Spike said. “Lorne only met her for the first time last night. If he hadn’t, then…”
Wesley didn’t need to have the implications spelled out. Without her insight, he had no idea how they were going to establish the whereabouts of the local psychic hotspots.
“Tea?” he interrupted.
“Yeah, thanks.”
He poured another cup for Spike.
“So, what was she able to tell you?”
Spike took the mug and sat down at the kitchen table.
“First off, she didn’t see Lorne joining the raiding party… Just you, me and Angel.”
“Oh?”
Wesley frowned.
“That’s curious.”
He could understand the absence of Doyle and Cordelia. Angel wouldn’t want to put either of them in unnecessary danger and, of course, Doyle would be particularly vulnerable given his link to the Powers but hadn’t Lorne’s reading revealed that he would be accompanying them?
“Whatever.”
Wesley began to wonder if something they had done - or, perhaps, not done - had already served to change future events. How could he be certain their mission would be successful if Lorne failed to accompany them?
“Any road, it seems none of us is going anywhere at the moment,” Spike added.
“Oh dear.”
Wesley slumped into the nearest chair. His worst fears had been confirmed. This was not what he’d wanted to hear.
“According to Aggie, the psychic energies won’t be in the right alignment until next week…” Spike continued. “Tuesday, 10:13 pm, to be precise.”
What?
“Spike!” Wesley exclaimed. “Couldn’t you have told me that at the outset?”
“Sorry, Pet. Didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Never mind,” Wesley said. “What about the location? Caritas?”
Of course, Caritas would make things very awkward if they were to use Angel’s car as a means of ensuring they all arrived together.
“Nah. That doesn’t become a hotspot again until the middle of next month and the library’s no good either. Seems that one’s burned out for good.”
“Then where?” Wesley snapped.
He was becoming impatient now.
“All right, keep your hair on,” Spike said.
“I’m sorry, Spike. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. It’s just that I’m anxious to get underway. When I think of what Fred might be having to endure…”
“I know, Pet. I’m sorry,” Spike said. “It’s a place just off Melrose…”
He began to rummage in his pockets.
“Aggie gave me a map… I’ve got it here somewhere…”
“The film studio?”
“Yeah, that’s it. How did you…? Oh, right. Same place you opened the portal last time.”
****************
Spike looked up from the book he was reading when he heard the office door open and close.
“The Poof’s back,” he called out to Wesley.
“Be with you both in a minute, Spike. I can’t leave this omelette unattended…”
Spike had been expecting Angel to rush straight down to the apartment. After all, it had been over eight hours since they’d last seen each other and, after everything they’d said last night, Spike had assumed…
Fuck, if he’d learned anything in this world by now it should be not to assume a bloody thing!
Spike got up from the couch and headed toward the stairs. Summat must be wrong if the Poof was hiding in his office again. Angel had said he had some business to attend to at the hotel this afternoon so Spike had gone to see Lorne on his own. Fuck knows what he’d been up to all this time.
**************
As he closed his desk drawer, Angel sensed rather than heard Spike in the outer office.
“Hey!” he called out, turning to greet him.
“What’s up, Luv?” Spike said, hovering in the doorway.
“Nothing. Why should anything be up?”
Angel took his coat off and hung it up.
“You’re hiding summat,” Spike said, coming to stand by the desk.
“No, I’m not.”
“It’s me you’re talking to, Luv, not Cordelia. Come on, spill.”
Angel closed the door behind Spike.
“Okay, I’ll tell you but keep it quiet. I don’t want the others to know just yet.”
“Wes won’t hear you. He’s down in the kitchen getting himself some dinner.”
Angel perched on the edge of the desk.
Spike was frowning at him.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I didn’t mean to worry you,” Angel began. “It’s a surprise for everyone, that’s all… the good kind.”
Spike visibly relaxed. Angel wondered what he’d been expecting.
“When you say, ‘everyone’, does that include me?”
“Yes… and no,” Angel said. “I mean, yes, it does but, no, it’s not a surprise anymore now I’m telling you about it…”
“Come on, out with it, Pet. What the fuck have you been up to all day?”
****************
“I had a call from the bank,” Angel began.
“Huh?”
Surely he wasn’t gonna complain about that advance he’d given Wes. It was only a couple of hundred dollars…
“That bank in Kansas Judy worked for…”
“Why the fuck would they call you?”
Spike had a bad feeling about this.
“You didn’t bleedin’ well go and return the money, did you?”
“I had to, Spike,” Angel said.
At least he had the good grace to look apologetic about it.
“We could have used that money, Luv, and I don’t mean to line our own pockets. Helping the helpless don’t come cheap.”
“I know. Believe me, I thought long and hard about it but I just couldn’t keep it… I owed it to Judy to return the money and try and make things right. Perhaps if I hadn’t persuaded her to let me hide it in the first place…”
“Yeah, okay, Pet. I understand.”
The last thing Spike wanted right now was to reopen that can of worms.
“So, the bank,” Spike prompted. “What’d they do, send you a couple of tickets to the local production of ‘Wizard of Oz’ as a thank you?”
“Better than that.”
“A reward?”
Wouldn’t be much though. Five hundred thousand dollars might have been one Hell of a load of dosh in 1952 but it was worth chicken shit now.
“Five percent.”
“Bloody Hell! Twenty five thousand dollars…”
“With compound interest,” Angel said, grinning from ear to ear.
Bloody Hell! That smile was dazzling. Enough to make a fella go all weak at the knees.
“It seems it was the bank’s policy back in the fifties to invest the reward money right away. It’s been sitting there in a high interest account ever since.”
“Well, bugger me!” Spike exclaimed.
This was a turn up for the books.
“It’s enough to completely refurbish suites for all of us…”
Angel had obviously paused for dramatic effect. Okay, he’d take the bait.
“And?”
“We should be able to get those Christmas presents we talked about… Might have to be used vehicles though. Not sure it’ll be enough to stretch to brand new models… You don’t think Cordy’ll mind, do you?”
“She’s not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth, Luv. When you gonna tell ’em?”
“The decorators have already started. That’s where I’ve been all afternoon. They’ll be working over the weekend too. With any luck we can move in on Monday. I thought I’d wait until then…”
“I hope you’ve planned on a room for Fred, Luv, ’cause we go to Pylea on Tuesday.”
****************
Meanwhile… a long time ago in a dimension far, far away…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I am defender of this realm,” the handsome warrior proclaimed. “I have been summoned…”
“Please! Don’t leave us,” the young woman at his side begged. “Not today, our special day…”
It had been over a year since he’d last been summoned. She’d been hoping they would have found a new champion in the intervening period.
“It is my sworn duty…” he explained. “I must heed the call… If I do not go, who else will slay the Mogfan beast and render the Scum Pits of Ur safe once more for our travellers?”
“I suppose so…” she agreed, somewhat reluctantly.
“We shall celebrate upon my return,” the warrior said. “Three moons from now, gather the villagers and prepare a feast…”
“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” the tall, slender figure hovering in the background said. “I’ll keep you company until Groo gets back.”
“Promise me you’ll be careful,” the young woman said as the Groosalugg took the reins in his hand and prepared to mount his mighty steed, “and watch out for the Drokken.”
“As always, Little One…” he replied, bending down to kiss her on the cheek.
He climbed onto his horse and turned to leave.
“We love you,” she called after him.
The Groosalugg paused to glance over his shoulder and blew her a kiss. He then turned toward the man who stood beside her.
“Take care of her for me, my friend.”
“My pleasure, Sugar Plum.”
*************