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Chapter 86
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 86
The outskirts of a small village somewhere in Pylea
*************
Angel drained the cup and handed it back to the dancer. It tasted good - better than pigs’ blood.
He looked up to meet the gaze of another young woman. This one was a little older - mid to late-twenties he’d guess - and rather better dressed than most of the villagers. Too young to be an elder. Consort of an elder, perhaps?
“Angel,” she said.
She seemed in no doubt of his identity. She was smiling at him.
Of course!
“Fred?”
“That’s me,” she giggled. “Lorne has told me all about you. Did you really slay a drokken in LA?”
“Er… yes.”
He hadn’t, of course, but he knew Spike’s Angel had. Best to play along with the story. He hoped Spike would come to his rescue before he got into too much hot water.
“I’m pleased to meet you,” she said, extending her hand to him.
*************
“Poppet, I’d like you to meet another champion,” Lorne said.
Angel released Fred’s hand. He looked relieved to be saved the embarrassment of having to make small talk with a stranger.
Fred turned toward them both.
“You must be Spike,” she said, her smile lighting up her whole face.
“Yeah, Luv,” he replied with a bow. “At your service.”
It really was Fred. She was a little fatter in the face but otherwise it was the same Fred they’d all come to know and love. It was only now that he was here, standing mere inches from her, that Spike realised part of him hadn’t ever actually expected to see her again. But, here she was… alive… with rosy cheeks to prove it.
She was holding out her hand. She wanted to shake hands with him.
Bugger that!
“Come here, Gorgeous,” he said. “Gimme a hug.”
“Ooo!” she shrieked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s all right, Kitten,” Lorne said. “He won’t hurt you.”
Spike pulled her close, their bodies touching briefly before he released his grip to kiss her - first on one cheek and then on the other.
She blushed furiously.
“Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “Two handsome men have come to save me from the monsters.”
“Make that three, Darling,” Lorne said as Wesley approached the dais.
Spike stepped back to make room for Wesley to join them and looked Fred up and down. Lorne had been right about one thing - she was positively blooming.
“Wesley,” Fred giggled, rushing to embrace him. “Forgive me but Lorne has told me so much about you, I feel I already know you. I hope you don’t mind if I hug you…”
It was clear from Wesley’s face that he didn’t mind at all. He returned the hug before stepping back to put a respectful distance between them. Spike could tell he was having trouble maintaining control. If he lost it, he was either gonna burst into tears or throw her onto the ground and ravish her on the spot. Spike wasn’t entirely certain which was the more likely.
“Fred,” Wesley breathed. “I… I don’t know what to say…”
Okay, tears it was gonna be.
“‘Hi!’ would be good,” she said.
“Of course…. excuse my manners. Hello, Fred…,” he said with a smile to match her own. “Oh, Fred! Let me look at you…”
She stood on tip toe and twirled around.
“It’s me. I’m okay. Really I am. Lorne has seen to that. He’s been my protector ever since…” she tailed off.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” Wesley interrupted.
“Why thank you, kind sir,” Fred replied, curtseying to him.
“Come on, Handsome,” Lorne said, taking Wesley’s arm. “Let’s get you a chair. You look like you need to sit down.”
Fred took Lorne’s other arm and they strolled off together toward the boardwalk.
“Come on, Angelcakes,” Lorne called over his shoulder. “You too, Spike. I’m afraid I can’t offer you a cocktail but we do have something approximating whiskey. Come and sit with us. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“You heard the man, Luv,” Spike said.
Angel stepped down off the dais and stared to remove the cape.
“Better keep that on, Luv. You’re the honoured guest being a champion an’ all.”
“It smells,” Angel protested.
“Yeah, I know it does, Luv. The whole place does. Never mind. We can go skinny-dipping in the river later on and get cleaned up.”
He grinned at Angel.
Angel grinned back.
“Think we might have company though,” Spike said. “You’ve got quite a fan following back there.”
He nodded in the direction of the dancers who were now standing on the far side of the dais, giggling and casting occasional glances in Angel’s direction.
“You don’t think I’m expected to… you know… choose one and show my appreciation, do you?” Angel whispered so that only Spike could hear.
“Search me, Pet,” Spike shrugged. “Buggered if I know what anyone expects around here. You’ll have to ask Lorne. Course, they might be concubines sent to attend to a champion’s needs, cater to your every whim…”
“But they can’t be more than sixteen.”
“Like that ever stopped you in the past.”
“Hmph!”
***************
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 86
The outskirts of a small village somewhere in Pylea
*************
Angel drained the cup and handed it back to the dancer. It tasted good - better than pigs’ blood.
He looked up to meet the gaze of another young woman. This one was a little older - mid to late-twenties he’d guess - and rather better dressed than most of the villagers. Too young to be an elder. Consort of an elder, perhaps?
“Angel,” she said.
She seemed in no doubt of his identity. She was smiling at him.
Of course!
“Fred?”
“That’s me,” she giggled. “Lorne has told me all about you. Did you really slay a drokken in LA?”
“Er… yes.”
He hadn’t, of course, but he knew Spike’s Angel had. Best to play along with the story. He hoped Spike would come to his rescue before he got into too much hot water.
“I’m pleased to meet you,” she said, extending her hand to him.
*************
“Poppet, I’d like you to meet another champion,” Lorne said.
Angel released Fred’s hand. He looked relieved to be saved the embarrassment of having to make small talk with a stranger.
Fred turned toward them both.
“You must be Spike,” she said, her smile lighting up her whole face.
“Yeah, Luv,” he replied with a bow. “At your service.”
It really was Fred. She was a little fatter in the face but otherwise it was the same Fred they’d all come to know and love. It was only now that he was here, standing mere inches from her, that Spike realised part of him hadn’t ever actually expected to see her again. But, here she was… alive… with rosy cheeks to prove it.
She was holding out her hand. She wanted to shake hands with him.
Bugger that!
“Come here, Gorgeous,” he said. “Gimme a hug.”
“Ooo!” she shrieked as he wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s all right, Kitten,” Lorne said. “He won’t hurt you.”
Spike pulled her close, their bodies touching briefly before he released his grip to kiss her - first on one cheek and then on the other.
She blushed furiously.
“Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “Two handsome men have come to save me from the monsters.”
“Make that three, Darling,” Lorne said as Wesley approached the dais.
Spike stepped back to make room for Wesley to join them and looked Fred up and down. Lorne had been right about one thing - she was positively blooming.
“Wesley,” Fred giggled, rushing to embrace him. “Forgive me but Lorne has told me so much about you, I feel I already know you. I hope you don’t mind if I hug you…”
It was clear from Wesley’s face that he didn’t mind at all. He returned the hug before stepping back to put a respectful distance between them. Spike could tell he was having trouble maintaining control. If he lost it, he was either gonna burst into tears or throw her onto the ground and ravish her on the spot. Spike wasn’t entirely certain which was the more likely.
“Fred,” Wesley breathed. “I… I don’t know what to say…”
Okay, tears it was gonna be.
“‘Hi!’ would be good,” she said.
“Of course…. excuse my manners. Hello, Fred…,” he said with a smile to match her own. “Oh, Fred! Let me look at you…”
She stood on tip toe and twirled around.
“It’s me. I’m okay. Really I am. Lorne has seen to that. He’s been my protector ever since…” she tailed off.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” Wesley interrupted.
“Why thank you, kind sir,” Fred replied, curtseying to him.
“Come on, Handsome,” Lorne said, taking Wesley’s arm. “Let’s get you a chair. You look like you need to sit down.”
Fred took Lorne’s other arm and they strolled off together toward the boardwalk.
“Come on, Angelcakes,” Lorne called over his shoulder. “You too, Spike. I’m afraid I can’t offer you a cocktail but we do have something approximating whiskey. Come and sit with us. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“You heard the man, Luv,” Spike said.
Angel stepped down off the dais and stared to remove the cape.
“Better keep that on, Luv. You’re the honoured guest being a champion an’ all.”
“It smells,” Angel protested.
“Yeah, I know it does, Luv. The whole place does. Never mind. We can go skinny-dipping in the river later on and get cleaned up.”
He grinned at Angel.
Angel grinned back.
“Think we might have company though,” Spike said. “You’ve got quite a fan following back there.”
He nodded in the direction of the dancers who were now standing on the far side of the dais, giggling and casting occasional glances in Angel’s direction.
“You don’t think I’m expected to… you know… choose one and show my appreciation, do you?” Angel whispered so that only Spike could hear.
“Search me, Pet,” Spike shrugged. “Buggered if I know what anyone expects around here. You’ll have to ask Lorne. Course, they might be concubines sent to attend to a champion’s needs, cater to your every whim…”
“But they can’t be more than sixteen.”
“Like that ever stopped you in the past.”
“Hmph!”
***************