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Chapter 88
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: 13 January 2005
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 88
A village somewhere in Pylea - Lorne’s dwelling
*************
“Well, here we are, Darlings,” Lorne said, entering one of the small wooden buildings and gesturing for Angel and Wesley to follow. “Welcome to our humble abode.”
Wesley stepped inside whilst Angel continued to hover in the doorway.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot. Come in, Angelcakes.”
That hadn’t actually been the reason for Angel’s hesitation but he decided against pointing out he didn’t need an invitation to enter a demon’s lair - it seemed ungracious in the present circumstances. He couldn’t help notice, though, that Lorne appeared not to be the only occupant of this cabin.
“Make yourselves at home,” Lorne said.
The cabin wasn’t much more than a single L-shaped room with a steep staircase - more like a sturdy ladder, in fact - rising up the middle to the loft. A wooden chest nestled beneath the stairs. To Angel’s right, in the long side of the ‘L’, he noticed a dresser, a small square table, two upright chairs and a rocking chair adorned with brightly embroidered cushions. An earthenware vase overflowing with pink and blue flowers decorated the table.
“It’s not much but it’s a darn sight better than living in a cave, I can tell you,” Lorne added as he opened the dresser drawer to retrieve something, “and I speak from experience.”
The cabin contained only one small, shuttered window. This was set into the right-hand wall near the table and chairs. To Angel’s left, despite the dimly lit interior, he could see a long couch - or, was it a bed - covered with a quilt? Maybe it served a dual purpose. There didn’t appear to be anywhere else to sit. Against the wall, beside the couch, was an open cabinet set with shelves onto which were piled what Angel guessed must be clothing and blankets. A door on the same wall led to what had to be a store room.
He moved from the doorway into the living area. As he turned the corner he got a better look at the stone fireplace set into the back wall. A kettle hung over the open hearth. The many narrow shelves which lined the walls of this part of the cabin were covered in candles which Lorne was now busy lighting.
Angel glanced at the various possessions dotted about the cabin. There were definite signs of a woman’s presence and, yet, hadn’t Spike said Lorne was gay? The air was heavy with Fred’s scent too although that was understandable if she and Lorne were friends. She probably spent a lot of time here.
He strolled over to the fireplace to look at the ornaments on the mantelpiece. A pair of spectacles, minus the lenses, lay between a carved wooden figure - some kind of bear - and a thick candle set into a small jar.
“Would you mind if I lay down for a while?” Angel gradually became aware Wesley was saying.
Angel turned around just in time to see Wesley slump down onto the end of the couch.
“I feel exhausted,” Wesley added. “Perhaps, if I took a short nap…”
“Of course we don’t mind, Wes… Baby,” Lorne said, rushing to his side. “Is there anything I can get you?”
Lorne grabbed a cushion and offered it to Wesley.
“Glass of water?” Lorne suggested. “Not that we have glass as such but the water comes from a spring. It’s clean…”
“No… thank you,” Wesley replied, pulling his shoes off and swinging his legs up onto the couch.
Lorne put the cushion down beside Wesley.
“I’ll be all right. I’m afraid I should have taken the doctor’s advice…”
“Doctor?” Lorne said. “Oh, Sweetie, you’re not sick, are you?”
“Wesley only arrived - from the future - a couple of weeks ago…” Angel started to explain.
“Two weeks?” Lorne interrupted. “No wonder…”
“I’m still recovering from the injuries I sustained fighting Vail,” Wesley added. “I should really have given myself more time to heal but I was anxious to find Fred…”
“Of course you were, Poppet. I understand,” Lorne said. “You rest. I dare say Angel can fill me in on what’s been happening since Groo and I fetched up in Pylea three years ago…”
“Groo? The Groosalugg is here?” Wesley asked doing his best to stifle a yawn.
“Er… past tense, Darling,” Lorne said. “I’m afraid there was an accident… You get some rest, Wes. I’ll tell you all about it later. If you need the… er… bathroom, for want of a better term, it’s the shed out back. I’m afraid we’re all out of complimentary toiletries…”
“I’ve brought soap,” Wesley said.
“Oh, Wesley, I love you!” Lorne squealed.
Wesley brought soap?
“And so will everyone else. You’ve no idea what the stuff that passes for soap around here is doing to my skin…”
Wesley smiled.
“Rest now,” Lorne said, patting Wesley’s shoulder. “Sleep as long as you want, Sweetie. It’s not like we can leave until the morning. The forest is too dangerous at night…”
Dangerous?
“Wild animals?” Angel asked. “Drokken?”
“Tree roots,” Lorne said. “They come out of nowhere at you in the dark…”
Angel figured navigating their way safely was unlikely to present much of a problem for himself and Spike but he had to agree the others would find it difficult.
“We’ll see you later, Wes. I’ll come and see if you’re awake in, say, an hour?”
“Thank you,” Wesley murmured as he lay down.
No sooner had Wesley’s head hit the cushion than Angel could tell he was asleep.
“Poor lamb,” Lorne said. “Come on Angelcakes. I’ll give you the grand tour.”
*****************
“He’s so tall and muscular,” Fred was saying. “He reminds me of…”
“Tall, yeah,” Spike interrupted. “Well, compared to me anyhow, but I dunno about muscular. Always thought he was a bit skinny meself. Legend has it he used to work out regular like but since we all found ourselves at Wolfram and bleedin’ Hart I think he’s been too busy pouring over his books and helping you in the lab…”
“Not Wesley, Silly,” Fred giggled. “Angel…”
“Hah! Not you too,” Spike exclaimed. “Put a cloak around a bloke’s shoulders and have him drink from the Cup of Champions and suddenly every woman for miles around wants him…”
“Oh, I didn’t mean…” Fred mumbled, averting Spike’s gaze.
She started to blush. Damned cute it was too.
“Hey!” Spike said, lifting her chin. “No need for that, Luv. He’s a good looking bloke. You’re entitled to admire the goods…”
“I’m not… I mean, I wouldn’t,” Fred began. “Lorne explained…”
“What’d he explain, Pet?”
He was curious to know exactly what Lorne had told her about his relationship with Angel.
“That he can’t, you know,” she said, “be with a woman… because of his curse.”
Okay, so maybe she didn’t know about him and Angel.
“’S not quite that simple, Pet…”
***************
Lorne had led Angel outside, leaving Wesley to take a nap. He now seemed intent on showing him the whole village.
“Lorne, is there something you want to tell me?” Angel asked.
Although Angel didn’t know Lorne as well as Spike and Wesley evidently did, he could tell he was nervous about something.
“Oh, Angelcakes, you said it,” Lorne replied. “I have so much to tell you, I hardly know where to begin…”
“About Fred,” Angel said. “You’re living together…”
“We’re roommates,” Lorne said with a chuckle. “In case you hadn’t noticed, this resort isn’t exactly brimming over with single accommodation and my present income doesn’t run to a suite at the Marriott…”
“They have hotels?” Angel asked.
“No, Silly, just my little joke.”
Damn!
But, there was still the issue of why he was sharing with Fred rather than anyone else.
“So, you and Fred, you’re not…?”
“Good grief, no!” Lorne exclaimed. “You didn’t think Fred and I…? Oh, Honey, you did, didn’t you?”
He started to laugh.
“I thought you knew, Cupcake, the senoritas don’t do it for me… never have. That’s my bed Wes is sleeping in. Fred’s is upstairs although we’ve been talking about doing a swap…” he tailed off.
“Lorne, I’m not who you think I am,” Angel said.
Lorne frowned.
“I’m not the Angel you knew in 2004,” Angel explained. “I’m from before...”
“Oh, I know that, Sweetie,” Lorne said. “I sensed it the moment I saw you.”
“You did?”
“Different vibes.”
“Oh,” Angel said, somewhat surprised. “Is that bad?”
“Not bad, just different, Sweetie,” Lorne said. “I’m surprised Spike or Wes didn’t tell you I don’t date women…”
“Spike did mention it but… you know…”
“… for one thing I’m strictly an all guy kind of guy…” Lorne continued.
“… I started to wonder…”
“… and, for another, well… let’s just not go there.”
“…especially in view of Fred’s…”
“I’m sure you don’t want to know about the anatomical differences between our species…”
“… condition,” Angel concluded.
Anatomical differences? Spike hadn’t said anything about those.
“It’s not that we can’t but… Condition? Ah!” Lorne said, stopping in full flow.
Damn! Angel really had wanted to hear about those anatomical differences.
“She told you?”
“She didn’t have to.”
“Then how?”
“A woman’s scent changes,” Angel explained, “when she’s pregnant.”
*************
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: 13 January 2005
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 88
A village somewhere in Pylea - Lorne’s dwelling
*************
“Well, here we are, Darlings,” Lorne said, entering one of the small wooden buildings and gesturing for Angel and Wesley to follow. “Welcome to our humble abode.”
Wesley stepped inside whilst Angel continued to hover in the doorway.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot. Come in, Angelcakes.”
That hadn’t actually been the reason for Angel’s hesitation but he decided against pointing out he didn’t need an invitation to enter a demon’s lair - it seemed ungracious in the present circumstances. He couldn’t help notice, though, that Lorne appeared not to be the only occupant of this cabin.
“Make yourselves at home,” Lorne said.
The cabin wasn’t much more than a single L-shaped room with a steep staircase - more like a sturdy ladder, in fact - rising up the middle to the loft. A wooden chest nestled beneath the stairs. To Angel’s right, in the long side of the ‘L’, he noticed a dresser, a small square table, two upright chairs and a rocking chair adorned with brightly embroidered cushions. An earthenware vase overflowing with pink and blue flowers decorated the table.
“It’s not much but it’s a darn sight better than living in a cave, I can tell you,” Lorne added as he opened the dresser drawer to retrieve something, “and I speak from experience.”
The cabin contained only one small, shuttered window. This was set into the right-hand wall near the table and chairs. To Angel’s left, despite the dimly lit interior, he could see a long couch - or, was it a bed - covered with a quilt? Maybe it served a dual purpose. There didn’t appear to be anywhere else to sit. Against the wall, beside the couch, was an open cabinet set with shelves onto which were piled what Angel guessed must be clothing and blankets. A door on the same wall led to what had to be a store room.
He moved from the doorway into the living area. As he turned the corner he got a better look at the stone fireplace set into the back wall. A kettle hung over the open hearth. The many narrow shelves which lined the walls of this part of the cabin were covered in candles which Lorne was now busy lighting.
Angel glanced at the various possessions dotted about the cabin. There were definite signs of a woman’s presence and, yet, hadn’t Spike said Lorne was gay? The air was heavy with Fred’s scent too although that was understandable if she and Lorne were friends. She probably spent a lot of time here.
He strolled over to the fireplace to look at the ornaments on the mantelpiece. A pair of spectacles, minus the lenses, lay between a carved wooden figure - some kind of bear - and a thick candle set into a small jar.
“Would you mind if I lay down for a while?” Angel gradually became aware Wesley was saying.
Angel turned around just in time to see Wesley slump down onto the end of the couch.
“I feel exhausted,” Wesley added. “Perhaps, if I took a short nap…”
“Of course we don’t mind, Wes… Baby,” Lorne said, rushing to his side. “Is there anything I can get you?”
Lorne grabbed a cushion and offered it to Wesley.
“Glass of water?” Lorne suggested. “Not that we have glass as such but the water comes from a spring. It’s clean…”
“No… thank you,” Wesley replied, pulling his shoes off and swinging his legs up onto the couch.
Lorne put the cushion down beside Wesley.
“I’ll be all right. I’m afraid I should have taken the doctor’s advice…”
“Doctor?” Lorne said. “Oh, Sweetie, you’re not sick, are you?”
“Wesley only arrived - from the future - a couple of weeks ago…” Angel started to explain.
“Two weeks?” Lorne interrupted. “No wonder…”
“I’m still recovering from the injuries I sustained fighting Vail,” Wesley added. “I should really have given myself more time to heal but I was anxious to find Fred…”
“Of course you were, Poppet. I understand,” Lorne said. “You rest. I dare say Angel can fill me in on what’s been happening since Groo and I fetched up in Pylea three years ago…”
“Groo? The Groosalugg is here?” Wesley asked doing his best to stifle a yawn.
“Er… past tense, Darling,” Lorne said. “I’m afraid there was an accident… You get some rest, Wes. I’ll tell you all about it later. If you need the… er… bathroom, for want of a better term, it’s the shed out back. I’m afraid we’re all out of complimentary toiletries…”
“I’ve brought soap,” Wesley said.
“Oh, Wesley, I love you!” Lorne squealed.
Wesley brought soap?
“And so will everyone else. You’ve no idea what the stuff that passes for soap around here is doing to my skin…”
Wesley smiled.
“Rest now,” Lorne said, patting Wesley’s shoulder. “Sleep as long as you want, Sweetie. It’s not like we can leave until the morning. The forest is too dangerous at night…”
Dangerous?
“Wild animals?” Angel asked. “Drokken?”
“Tree roots,” Lorne said. “They come out of nowhere at you in the dark…”
Angel figured navigating their way safely was unlikely to present much of a problem for himself and Spike but he had to agree the others would find it difficult.
“We’ll see you later, Wes. I’ll come and see if you’re awake in, say, an hour?”
“Thank you,” Wesley murmured as he lay down.
No sooner had Wesley’s head hit the cushion than Angel could tell he was asleep.
“Poor lamb,” Lorne said. “Come on Angelcakes. I’ll give you the grand tour.”
*****************
“He’s so tall and muscular,” Fred was saying. “He reminds me of…”
“Tall, yeah,” Spike interrupted. “Well, compared to me anyhow, but I dunno about muscular. Always thought he was a bit skinny meself. Legend has it he used to work out regular like but since we all found ourselves at Wolfram and bleedin’ Hart I think he’s been too busy pouring over his books and helping you in the lab…”
“Not Wesley, Silly,” Fred giggled. “Angel…”
“Hah! Not you too,” Spike exclaimed. “Put a cloak around a bloke’s shoulders and have him drink from the Cup of Champions and suddenly every woman for miles around wants him…”
“Oh, I didn’t mean…” Fred mumbled, averting Spike’s gaze.
She started to blush. Damned cute it was too.
“Hey!” Spike said, lifting her chin. “No need for that, Luv. He’s a good looking bloke. You’re entitled to admire the goods…”
“I’m not… I mean, I wouldn’t,” Fred began. “Lorne explained…”
“What’d he explain, Pet?”
He was curious to know exactly what Lorne had told her about his relationship with Angel.
“That he can’t, you know,” she said, “be with a woman… because of his curse.”
Okay, so maybe she didn’t know about him and Angel.
“’S not quite that simple, Pet…”
***************
Lorne had led Angel outside, leaving Wesley to take a nap. He now seemed intent on showing him the whole village.
“Lorne, is there something you want to tell me?” Angel asked.
Although Angel didn’t know Lorne as well as Spike and Wesley evidently did, he could tell he was nervous about something.
“Oh, Angelcakes, you said it,” Lorne replied. “I have so much to tell you, I hardly know where to begin…”
“About Fred,” Angel said. “You’re living together…”
“We’re roommates,” Lorne said with a chuckle. “In case you hadn’t noticed, this resort isn’t exactly brimming over with single accommodation and my present income doesn’t run to a suite at the Marriott…”
“They have hotels?” Angel asked.
“No, Silly, just my little joke.”
Damn!
But, there was still the issue of why he was sharing with Fred rather than anyone else.
“So, you and Fred, you’re not…?”
“Good grief, no!” Lorne exclaimed. “You didn’t think Fred and I…? Oh, Honey, you did, didn’t you?”
He started to laugh.
“I thought you knew, Cupcake, the senoritas don’t do it for me… never have. That’s my bed Wes is sleeping in. Fred’s is upstairs although we’ve been talking about doing a swap…” he tailed off.
“Lorne, I’m not who you think I am,” Angel said.
Lorne frowned.
“I’m not the Angel you knew in 2004,” Angel explained. “I’m from before...”
“Oh, I know that, Sweetie,” Lorne said. “I sensed it the moment I saw you.”
“You did?”
“Different vibes.”
“Oh,” Angel said, somewhat surprised. “Is that bad?”
“Not bad, just different, Sweetie,” Lorne said. “I’m surprised Spike or Wes didn’t tell you I don’t date women…”
“Spike did mention it but… you know…”
“… for one thing I’m strictly an all guy kind of guy…” Lorne continued.
“… I started to wonder…”
“… and, for another, well… let’s just not go there.”
“…especially in view of Fred’s…”
“I’m sure you don’t want to know about the anatomical differences between our species…”
“… condition,” Angel concluded.
Anatomical differences? Spike hadn’t said anything about those.
“It’s not that we can’t but… Condition? Ah!” Lorne said, stopping in full flow.
Damn! Angel really had wanted to hear about those anatomical differences.
“She told you?”
“She didn’t have to.”
“Then how?”
“A woman’s scent changes,” Angel explained, “when she’s pregnant.”
*************