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Chapter 81
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 81
Angel’s apartment - Tuesday morning
*************
“Rise and shine, Luv!”
Angel was dimly aware of Spike’s voice as he struggled to wake up.
“Busy day ahead of us...”
He opened one eye to see Spike, fully dressed, standing beside the bed, holding out a mug of warm blood in his direction.
Angel sat up and took the mug.
“But I thought you said we couldn’t open the portal until ten o’clock tonight,” he protested.
Had he got it wrong? Was it ten this morning?
“That’s right, Luv. Ten thirteen to be precise.”
“Then why do I have to get up at…”
What time exactly was it? He glanced at the clock radio beside the bed. His bed. It was nice being back in his own bed… or, it would have been if Spike had given him a chance to enjoy it.
“… eight thirty?”
“I’ve been up for hours,” Spike continued, apparently oblivious to Angel’s desire to sleep.
“Spike, it’s eight thirty in the morning. What is the matter with you? We didn’t get to bed until gone four…”
He’d planned to sleep in until at least lunchtime. They’d moved the entire office over to the hotel yesterday so he knew they wouldn’t be disturbed this morning. At least, he’d assumed he wouldn’t be disturbed.
Spike was smiling at him.
“Come on, Luv. I know you need your beauty sleep at your age but aren’t you the tinniest bit excited?”
Why should he be? Today was no different to any other day. He’d go out, fight some creature or other, save the damsel in distress and come home covered in gore and slime.
“We’re gonna go get Fred,” Spike continued. He was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.
Angel put the mug down on the bedside table and lay down again.
“You go get Fred,” he said, rolling over. “I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Oh come on, Luv. Just ’cause your room weren’t ready on time, there’s no reason to sulk. Anyhow, I thought you’d at least be glad to have your own bed back.”
Angel could see he wasn’t going to get any rest.
“Did you see Wesley’s face when he saw all those book shelves? He was in his element, Luv. At least be pleased for him. Your room’ll be finished today. Lorne’s gonna keep an eye on ’em, make sure there’s no slacking.”
“I’m not sulking,” Angel said, “and, anyway, it’s our room…”
He’d opted for adjoining suites for himself and Spike although he doubted they’d be using the second bedroom very often. Of course, the reason the work was taking longer than originally expected was that the contractor seemed to have completely missed the requirement to brick up the windows.
“Then… what?”
“I just wanted to sleep, Spike. Is that too much to ask? Who knows when the next opportunity might present itself…”
“Hadn’t thought of that,” Spike said. “Tell you what, we’ll take a nap this afternoon but you’re up now so you may as well get dressed and come over to the hotel with me.”
**************
“Good morning, Angel… Spike,” Spike heard Wesley call out as he and Angel emerged into the hotel lobby from the door which led to the basement and the sewer tunnels. “You’re just in time for the briefing…”
“Morning, Wes!” Spike called back. He waved for good measure.
“Briefing? There’s a briefing?” Angel whispered to Spike. “You didn’t tell me there was a briefing.”
“Sorry, Pet. Did I forget to mention it?”
There were certain facts this Angel needed to be made aware of before they set foot in Pylea not to mention a whole host of useful tips for dealing with the natives.
They followed Wesley into the main office. Cordelia and Doyle were already waiting inside.
“Lorne will be joining us shortly,” Wesley said. “He’s speaking with the interior designer at present.”
“Is there a problem?” Angel asked.
“Some sort of crisis with the soft furnishings, I believe,” Wesley said with a smile.
“What? D’they bring the wrong shade of black?” Spike asked with a chuckle.
“Oh, nothing that straightforward, Honey,” Lorne said, hurrying to join them. “I’m going to have to have words with young Vincent. I distinctly remember specifying damson, not aubergine…”
“There’s a difference?” Angel and Wesley chorused.
“Oh, yes, Darlings,” Lorne explained. “It’s all in the tones…”
“Purple’s purple,” Doyle said.
“What’s aubergine?” Cordelia asked.
“You call it eggplant, Princess,” Doyle explained.
“Back up a minute,” Spike said, turning to face Angel. “You let Lorne choose the colour scheme for our room?”
Angel was nodding.
“Then don’t expect me to share it,” Spike said.
“Damson is a cool colour you see,” Lorne continued, “… exquisite teamed with…”
“No offence Lorne, but anyone who wears a lime green shirt with a tangerine suit in broad daylight…”
“… Chinese blue and silver…” Lorne tailed off.
“Actually, Spike,” Wesley interrupted, “I rather like it myself…”
“He looks like a bleedin’ tube of Smarties!” Spike exclaimed.
“Not Lorne’s suit,” Wesley said. “Your suite. It’s very stylish if I might say so as, indeed, are they all. Lorne has taken great care, Spike, to ensure our individual tastes have been reflected…”
“So yours is all shades of grey, I take it?” Spike quipped.
“Why thank you, Wesley. It’s good to know that someone appreciates my talents…”
“Blue and grey actually…” Wesley mumbled.
“Talking of which, wasn’t there something you wanted to tell us about Pylea, Pet?”
***************
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 81
Angel’s apartment - Tuesday morning
*************
“Rise and shine, Luv!”
Angel was dimly aware of Spike’s voice as he struggled to wake up.
“Busy day ahead of us...”
He opened one eye to see Spike, fully dressed, standing beside the bed, holding out a mug of warm blood in his direction.
Angel sat up and took the mug.
“But I thought you said we couldn’t open the portal until ten o’clock tonight,” he protested.
Had he got it wrong? Was it ten this morning?
“That’s right, Luv. Ten thirteen to be precise.”
“Then why do I have to get up at…”
What time exactly was it? He glanced at the clock radio beside the bed. His bed. It was nice being back in his own bed… or, it would have been if Spike had given him a chance to enjoy it.
“… eight thirty?”
“I’ve been up for hours,” Spike continued, apparently oblivious to Angel’s desire to sleep.
“Spike, it’s eight thirty in the morning. What is the matter with you? We didn’t get to bed until gone four…”
He’d planned to sleep in until at least lunchtime. They’d moved the entire office over to the hotel yesterday so he knew they wouldn’t be disturbed this morning. At least, he’d assumed he wouldn’t be disturbed.
Spike was smiling at him.
“Come on, Luv. I know you need your beauty sleep at your age but aren’t you the tinniest bit excited?”
Why should he be? Today was no different to any other day. He’d go out, fight some creature or other, save the damsel in distress and come home covered in gore and slime.
“We’re gonna go get Fred,” Spike continued. He was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.
Angel put the mug down on the bedside table and lay down again.
“You go get Fred,” he said, rolling over. “I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Oh come on, Luv. Just ’cause your room weren’t ready on time, there’s no reason to sulk. Anyhow, I thought you’d at least be glad to have your own bed back.”
Angel could see he wasn’t going to get any rest.
“Did you see Wesley’s face when he saw all those book shelves? He was in his element, Luv. At least be pleased for him. Your room’ll be finished today. Lorne’s gonna keep an eye on ’em, make sure there’s no slacking.”
“I’m not sulking,” Angel said, “and, anyway, it’s our room…”
He’d opted for adjoining suites for himself and Spike although he doubted they’d be using the second bedroom very often. Of course, the reason the work was taking longer than originally expected was that the contractor seemed to have completely missed the requirement to brick up the windows.
“Then… what?”
“I just wanted to sleep, Spike. Is that too much to ask? Who knows when the next opportunity might present itself…”
“Hadn’t thought of that,” Spike said. “Tell you what, we’ll take a nap this afternoon but you’re up now so you may as well get dressed and come over to the hotel with me.”
**************
“Good morning, Angel… Spike,” Spike heard Wesley call out as he and Angel emerged into the hotel lobby from the door which led to the basement and the sewer tunnels. “You’re just in time for the briefing…”
“Morning, Wes!” Spike called back. He waved for good measure.
“Briefing? There’s a briefing?” Angel whispered to Spike. “You didn’t tell me there was a briefing.”
“Sorry, Pet. Did I forget to mention it?”
There were certain facts this Angel needed to be made aware of before they set foot in Pylea not to mention a whole host of useful tips for dealing with the natives.
They followed Wesley into the main office. Cordelia and Doyle were already waiting inside.
“Lorne will be joining us shortly,” Wesley said. “He’s speaking with the interior designer at present.”
“Is there a problem?” Angel asked.
“Some sort of crisis with the soft furnishings, I believe,” Wesley said with a smile.
“What? D’they bring the wrong shade of black?” Spike asked with a chuckle.
“Oh, nothing that straightforward, Honey,” Lorne said, hurrying to join them. “I’m going to have to have words with young Vincent. I distinctly remember specifying damson, not aubergine…”
“There’s a difference?” Angel and Wesley chorused.
“Oh, yes, Darlings,” Lorne explained. “It’s all in the tones…”
“Purple’s purple,” Doyle said.
“What’s aubergine?” Cordelia asked.
“You call it eggplant, Princess,” Doyle explained.
“Back up a minute,” Spike said, turning to face Angel. “You let Lorne choose the colour scheme for our room?”
Angel was nodding.
“Then don’t expect me to share it,” Spike said.
“Damson is a cool colour you see,” Lorne continued, “… exquisite teamed with…”
“No offence Lorne, but anyone who wears a lime green shirt with a tangerine suit in broad daylight…”
“… Chinese blue and silver…” Lorne tailed off.
“Actually, Spike,” Wesley interrupted, “I rather like it myself…”
“He looks like a bleedin’ tube of Smarties!” Spike exclaimed.
“Not Lorne’s suit,” Wesley said. “Your suite. It’s very stylish if I might say so as, indeed, are they all. Lorne has taken great care, Spike, to ensure our individual tastes have been reflected…”
“So yours is all shades of grey, I take it?” Spike quipped.
“Why thank you, Wesley. It’s good to know that someone appreciates my talents…”
“Blue and grey actually…” Wesley mumbled.
“Talking of which, wasn’t there something you wanted to tell us about Pylea, Pet?”
***************