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Chapter 83
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: 24 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 83
A sunny afternoon in Pylea
*************
Belnar and his lieutenant were keeping mum, apparently preferring to lead the way in silence. All they’d said was everything would become clear when they met up with Lorne. Spike figured Lorne must have told them just enough to recognise Angel and Wesley when they arrived… But, hang on a minute, if Lorne was in LA then he couldn’t be here…
A parallel world was the only feasible explanation. If Lorne were here then this couldn’t be the same Pylea Angel and Wesley had visited before. Could it?
It’d explain Wesley’s reading though…
But, if this was Lorne Mark One then how would he know Angel from Adam… unless…
“Thought you said there couldn’t be two of any of us existing at the same time,” Spike said.
“Not in the same dimension…” Wesley replied.
Of course, Lorne’d probably heard Fred sing and foreseen her rescue. Yeah, that had to be it…
“… but I see no reason in principle why two versions of the same entity could not co-exist in parallel dimensions.”
Spike hadn’t even considered any of them might have been thrown back in time only to land in another bleedin’ dimension.
Fuck! Angel could be anywhere.
“And, of course, one should not overlook the fact that different physical laws appear to operate in this world…”
“You mean the Poof could get laid here without losing his soul?”
“Er… I wouldn’t count on it, Spike.”
Nah, be too risky to find out. From what Angel had told him, it sounded like he’d caused enough trouble last time just by vamping out never mind going the full Monty…
“Back up a minute,” Spike said. “Entity?”
“Huh? Oh, figure of speech,” Wesley explained. “Any corporeal life form…”
Bloody Hell! This day was rapidly going from bad to worse. Maybe this Fred wasn’t Fred at all but Illyria masquerading as Fred…
Spike shivered. Wesley wasn’t gonna be happy if she was. He wasn’t gonna be happy at all.
****************
“What is it, Spike?” Wesley asked as they continued their path through the forest.
Wesley couldn’t help but notice the way Spike had reacted to his previous comment. Whilst they were no longer enjoying the sun’s warmth now they were under cover of the trees, by no stretch of the imagination could this world be said to be cold. In any case, vampires shouldn’t feel the cold…
“’S nothing,” Spike mumbled. “Just, this whole thing gives me the creeps… It’s like we don’t know where… or even who… anyone is any more…”
Wesley could have kicked himself for being so insensitive.
“I’m sorry, Spike, but I don’t think we’ll find Angel here,” he whispered, hoping that the other Angel was either too far away to hear him or was too busy seeking out patches of sunlight between the trees to pay any attention to their conversation. “Not in this world.”
“Oh?” Spike replied.
“It’s only a theory but I would expect time travel, in the circumstances we appear to have experienced, to be confined to within one’s own dimension.”
“’S that right?” Spike said. “So, what dimension do you reckon Angel belongs in?”
Good Lord!
Wesley swallowed nervously. Until Spike voiced the question, Wesley hadn’t realised the full implications of what he’d just said…
“I know a lot of people confuse the two,” Spike began, “but LA is generally regarded as the land of the living…”
… and, corporeality notwithstanding, Angel could not truly be considered to be one of the living…
“… and given the amount of time he’s already spent there,” Spike was saying, “it seems to me much more likely the other place would consider him one of theirs.”
“Oh my!” Wesley exclaimed.
Of course, how could he have forgotten? After the incident involving Acathla, Angel had spent a considerable amount of time in another dimension… several hundred years, in fact. In Hell, no less.
***************
“Mind you, if he’d been dusted that’s where his soul would have ended up,” Spike said. “So, it don’t make much difference either way.”
Course, he’d hoped they’d be going there together when the time came. Neither had said as much but he knew Angel hadn’t expected to survive the apocalypse any more than he had.
“You can’t be certain of that,” Wesley began and then stopped short, evidently realising that what he was about to say wasn’t going to help the situation any.
“Sorry…” Wesley murmured.
No point dwelling on it. What was done was done. There was nothing either of them could do to change it now.
They made the rest of the journey in silence.
**************
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: 24 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 83
A sunny afternoon in Pylea
*************
Belnar and his lieutenant were keeping mum, apparently preferring to lead the way in silence. All they’d said was everything would become clear when they met up with Lorne. Spike figured Lorne must have told them just enough to recognise Angel and Wesley when they arrived… But, hang on a minute, if Lorne was in LA then he couldn’t be here…
A parallel world was the only feasible explanation. If Lorne were here then this couldn’t be the same Pylea Angel and Wesley had visited before. Could it?
It’d explain Wesley’s reading though…
But, if this was Lorne Mark One then how would he know Angel from Adam… unless…
“Thought you said there couldn’t be two of any of us existing at the same time,” Spike said.
“Not in the same dimension…” Wesley replied.
Of course, Lorne’d probably heard Fred sing and foreseen her rescue. Yeah, that had to be it…
“… but I see no reason in principle why two versions of the same entity could not co-exist in parallel dimensions.”
Spike hadn’t even considered any of them might have been thrown back in time only to land in another bleedin’ dimension.
Fuck! Angel could be anywhere.
“And, of course, one should not overlook the fact that different physical laws appear to operate in this world…”
“You mean the Poof could get laid here without losing his soul?”
“Er… I wouldn’t count on it, Spike.”
Nah, be too risky to find out. From what Angel had told him, it sounded like he’d caused enough trouble last time just by vamping out never mind going the full Monty…
“Back up a minute,” Spike said. “Entity?”
“Huh? Oh, figure of speech,” Wesley explained. “Any corporeal life form…”
Bloody Hell! This day was rapidly going from bad to worse. Maybe this Fred wasn’t Fred at all but Illyria masquerading as Fred…
Spike shivered. Wesley wasn’t gonna be happy if she was. He wasn’t gonna be happy at all.
****************
“What is it, Spike?” Wesley asked as they continued their path through the forest.
Wesley couldn’t help but notice the way Spike had reacted to his previous comment. Whilst they were no longer enjoying the sun’s warmth now they were under cover of the trees, by no stretch of the imagination could this world be said to be cold. In any case, vampires shouldn’t feel the cold…
“’S nothing,” Spike mumbled. “Just, this whole thing gives me the creeps… It’s like we don’t know where… or even who… anyone is any more…”
Wesley could have kicked himself for being so insensitive.
“I’m sorry, Spike, but I don’t think we’ll find Angel here,” he whispered, hoping that the other Angel was either too far away to hear him or was too busy seeking out patches of sunlight between the trees to pay any attention to their conversation. “Not in this world.”
“Oh?” Spike replied.
“It’s only a theory but I would expect time travel, in the circumstances we appear to have experienced, to be confined to within one’s own dimension.”
“’S that right?” Spike said. “So, what dimension do you reckon Angel belongs in?”
Good Lord!
Wesley swallowed nervously. Until Spike voiced the question, Wesley hadn’t realised the full implications of what he’d just said…
“I know a lot of people confuse the two,” Spike began, “but LA is generally regarded as the land of the living…”
… and, corporeality notwithstanding, Angel could not truly be considered to be one of the living…
“… and given the amount of time he’s already spent there,” Spike was saying, “it seems to me much more likely the other place would consider him one of theirs.”
“Oh my!” Wesley exclaimed.
Of course, how could he have forgotten? After the incident involving Acathla, Angel had spent a considerable amount of time in another dimension… several hundred years, in fact. In Hell, no less.
***************
“Mind you, if he’d been dusted that’s where his soul would have ended up,” Spike said. “So, it don’t make much difference either way.”
Course, he’d hoped they’d be going there together when the time came. Neither had said as much but he knew Angel hadn’t expected to survive the apocalypse any more than he had.
“You can’t be certain of that,” Wesley began and then stopped short, evidently realising that what he was about to say wasn’t going to help the situation any.
“Sorry…” Wesley murmured.
No point dwelling on it. What was done was done. There was nothing either of them could do to change it now.
They made the rest of the journey in silence.
**************