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Chapter 92
Deja Vu
Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
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: 6 February 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 92
The village - the present day
**************
“Yeah, I see your problem, Luv,” Spike said.
At least he was beginning to.
“Don’t ’spose Groo has any brothers or sisters who could take on the role?”
“No, he’s unique,” Fred replied. “That’s why he’s the Groosalugg.”
“No offence, Luv, but didn’t Lorne say he was just some demon half-breed? Must be plenty of them around, surely?”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” she said. “But mostly the van-tal eat their victims… you know… afterwards. Groo’s mother was lucky to survive… There was a fire. The monster who raped her fled when he saw the flames…”
“Bloody Hell!” Spike exclaimed, picking up his empty mug. “Got any more of that Recipe, Pet?”
Fred poured the remaining contents of the jug into Spike’s cup.
“I was thinking of Lorne’s people,” Spike continued. “Don’t they ever inter-breed with the villagers?”
He took another swig of his drink.
“There has been the occasional liaison,” Fred confided, “leading to an embarrassing pregnancy but none has ever gone to full term in the time I’ve been here.”
“What, you mean they got rid of ’em?”
“Oh no!” she exclaimed. “They wouldn’t do that. I think it must just be that the two species are incompatible. Hasn’t Lorne ever told you about the anatomical differences between Pyleans and humans?”
“Angel mentioned summat about it,” Spike said. “Lorne’s heart’s in his right buttock… or, was it the left?”
“I didn’t mean that,” Fred giggled. “Something much stranger.”
“Do go on, Luv. I’m all ears…”
*****************
“But won’t he come back when he hears Fred’s pregnant?” Angel asked.
The Groosalugg might be a bit wet behind the ears but from what Angel had heard from Spike and Wesley, one thing was certain: he had a strong sense of honour and loyalty. Surely he wouldn’t desert the mother of his own child?
“If he hears,” Lorne said. “We have no idea where he is… no way of sending a message…”
“He didn’t say where he was going or when he’d be back?”
“No, just that it was for the best he went far away…” Lorne replied. “His timing seemed kinda weird at the time…”
“I can’t believe he’d abandon his people,” Angel interrupted. “It doesn’t seem very… well, Groosalugg-like.”
Lorne laughed.
“I didn’t understand it myself at first, Honeybun,” Lorne said, “but then Fred confessed they’d slept together the night he disappeared…”
Angel had had plenty of experience, and not just since he’d been turned, of abandoning women he’d slept with but somehow he doubted Groo’s motives bore any similarity to his own.
“They hadn’t planned it,” Lorne continued. “He’d been away for months. I was hoping by the time he got back their ardour would have cooled but it seems absence really does make the heart grow fonder - sorry, preaching to the converted here, aren’t I, Angelcakes?”
Angel nodded. He knew better than most what it was like to be parted from the one you love.
“Fred missed him more and more as time went by,” Lorne continued. “She started to worry he’d fallen victim to one of the monsters he’d gone to slay… Cried herself to sleep every night for weeks. It was heartbreaking to listen to. When Groo eventually turned up she was overjoyed… but they kept to the promise they’d made to themselves… They both tried to keep busy… Fred with her sewing and that crazy math she does… Groo with his wood turning… To everyone else they appeared like brother and sister but underneath the fires were burning… Oh, boy, were they burning. Poor things! Then one night, it just happened… and Groo was determined it should never happen again…”
“But why?” Angel asked. “I don’t understand. I thought you said just now he was in love with her?”
“Yes, he was,” Lorne replied, “but in his mind she belongs to Wesley… Always has.”
***************
“We should go and find Lorne and Wesley,” Fred said, standing up. “The sun is getting low in the sky. When it sets, the feast will begin.”
Spike stood to follow and turned to look at the square. There were more villagers than ever gathered there. He continued to stare as Fred stepped off the boardwalk and started toward one of the cabins.
“What’s Angel’s fan club up to now?” he asked, noticing that the dancing girls had started to decorate the chair in the middle of the dais.
Fred giggled, pausing to glance in the direction he was pointing.
“They’re not just for Angel, you know,” she said, coyly. “If what Lorne says is true, then they’re for you as well…”
Spike frowned. He looked again at the dais.
“Oh, you mean the whole champion gig?”
Fred nodded. He noticed she was blushing.
“Er, Luv, what exactly do you mean when you say they’re ‘for’ me?”
“You know,” she giggled.
He was starting to think maybe he’d been right when he was teasing Angel earlier.
“Well, bugger me!” he exclaimed. “Sorry, Luv. You mean they are… concubines, after all?”
“If you want them to be,” she replied.
“No strings attached?”
“They just want the honour of bearing the child of a champion,” she explained. “They’re not looking for a husband. The mother of a future champion would be entitled, and expected, to claim the throne until her son comes of age… I’m not sure what they’d do if there were several children on the way at the same time. I suppose whichever is born first would determine the mother’s…”
Spike laughed.
“They’re out of luck then, Pet.”
“Oh?”
“Vampires can’t father children.”
Course, they didn’t have to know that…
“They can’t?”
By the time they found out… if they ever found out… he and Angel’d be long gone.
“But, I thought Lorne said that Angel had a son…”
“Oh, you mean Connor…. That was different, Luv.”
****************
“Poor Wes,” Lorne said.
“Yeah,” Angel replied. “Real bummer…”
“Huh?”
“Who’d want to knowingly take on another man’s child?” Angel continued.
He doubted he could do it. If Riley had made Buffy pregnant…
He shuddered. It didn’t bear thinking about.
“I didn’t mean that, Cupcake,” Lorne said. “Wes is physically and emotionally exhausted, poor lamb. When I think what he must have been going through… And, you’re wrong about him. Wes is exactly the kind of man who’d take on another man’s child… if he loved the woman enough…”
“You think so?”
“I know so, Cupcake. No one’s ever loved anyone as much as Wes loves Fred.”
Angel might beg to differ with that but chose to keep his thoughts to himself. He wished Lorne wouldn’t keep calling him after pastries though. It was kind of unsettling.
“You weren’t there, Muffin. You didn’t see what happened when Illyria…”
Lorne shivered at the memory.
“So, why haven’t you already told him then?”
“Ah, a gentleman never betrays a lady’s secrets,” Lorne replied.
Angel frowned.
“… gentle-demon then. Let’s not split hairs, Angelcakes,” Lorne said. “Fred will tell him when she’s ready…”
“What about the Groosalugg?” Angel asked. “What makes you think Fred’ll want to leave this place?”
… and the father of her child. She’d be denying him the opportunity to ever know his own son…
“Would you stay if you didn’t have to?”
“Well, no, but if she loves him won’t she want him to come with her…”
“That’s just it, she doesn’t,” Lorne said.
“You can’t know that.”
“She told me, Angelcakes. A few weeks after he disappeared, she broke down. She was wracked with guilt over it. She was sorry he’d gone but she realised she hadn’t been in love with him. It was just physical attraction… After three years without… I mean who could resist? Tall, dark, handsome man saving her from the monsters. He was bound to have a certain appeal… but the magic was gone as soon as she’d slept with him…”
Couldn’t have been much of a lover then. In Angel’s experience, the opposite had invariably been the case.
*****************
“So, what do you think of Wesley, Luv?” Spike asked.
“He’s sweet,” Fred replied, “intelligent… thoughtful… kind…”
She was blushing again.
“… and so much more handsome than I’d been expecting,” she added, “although Lorne said you were all good-looking…”
Spike cocked his head quizzically at her.
“He said you were really hot…” she giggled.
Flatterer!
“He did, did he?”
The blush deepened.
“I can see why he would say that and I don’t mean to offend you, Spike… You are handsome - I’ve never seen cheekbones like yours - well, maybe ‘pretty’ is the word I would use…”
“As long as you don’t use it in public, Luv,” he cautioned.
“Of course not,” she added with another giggle, “… but you’re not my type. I’ve always preferred men who are tall and dark…”
“… with a clean, strong taste,” Spike added before he could stop himself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Sorry, Pet. Ignore me. It’s just some bleedin’ advertising slogan got stuck in me head. Meant nothing by it.”
He shrugged and chanced a smile.
She started to laugh.
“You’re funny.”
**************
Pairing: Angel/Spike Fred/Wesley
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: 6 February 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 92
The village - the present day
**************
“Yeah, I see your problem, Luv,” Spike said.
At least he was beginning to.
“Don’t ’spose Groo has any brothers or sisters who could take on the role?”
“No, he’s unique,” Fred replied. “That’s why he’s the Groosalugg.”
“No offence, Luv, but didn’t Lorne say he was just some demon half-breed? Must be plenty of them around, surely?”
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” she said. “But mostly the van-tal eat their victims… you know… afterwards. Groo’s mother was lucky to survive… There was a fire. The monster who raped her fled when he saw the flames…”
“Bloody Hell!” Spike exclaimed, picking up his empty mug. “Got any more of that Recipe, Pet?”
Fred poured the remaining contents of the jug into Spike’s cup.
“I was thinking of Lorne’s people,” Spike continued. “Don’t they ever inter-breed with the villagers?”
He took another swig of his drink.
“There has been the occasional liaison,” Fred confided, “leading to an embarrassing pregnancy but none has ever gone to full term in the time I’ve been here.”
“What, you mean they got rid of ’em?”
“Oh no!” she exclaimed. “They wouldn’t do that. I think it must just be that the two species are incompatible. Hasn’t Lorne ever told you about the anatomical differences between Pyleans and humans?”
“Angel mentioned summat about it,” Spike said. “Lorne’s heart’s in his right buttock… or, was it the left?”
“I didn’t mean that,” Fred giggled. “Something much stranger.”
“Do go on, Luv. I’m all ears…”
*****************
“But won’t he come back when he hears Fred’s pregnant?” Angel asked.
The Groosalugg might be a bit wet behind the ears but from what Angel had heard from Spike and Wesley, one thing was certain: he had a strong sense of honour and loyalty. Surely he wouldn’t desert the mother of his own child?
“If he hears,” Lorne said. “We have no idea where he is… no way of sending a message…”
“He didn’t say where he was going or when he’d be back?”
“No, just that it was for the best he went far away…” Lorne replied. “His timing seemed kinda weird at the time…”
“I can’t believe he’d abandon his people,” Angel interrupted. “It doesn’t seem very… well, Groosalugg-like.”
Lorne laughed.
“I didn’t understand it myself at first, Honeybun,” Lorne said, “but then Fred confessed they’d slept together the night he disappeared…”
Angel had had plenty of experience, and not just since he’d been turned, of abandoning women he’d slept with but somehow he doubted Groo’s motives bore any similarity to his own.
“They hadn’t planned it,” Lorne continued. “He’d been away for months. I was hoping by the time he got back their ardour would have cooled but it seems absence really does make the heart grow fonder - sorry, preaching to the converted here, aren’t I, Angelcakes?”
Angel nodded. He knew better than most what it was like to be parted from the one you love.
“Fred missed him more and more as time went by,” Lorne continued. “She started to worry he’d fallen victim to one of the monsters he’d gone to slay… Cried herself to sleep every night for weeks. It was heartbreaking to listen to. When Groo eventually turned up she was overjoyed… but they kept to the promise they’d made to themselves… They both tried to keep busy… Fred with her sewing and that crazy math she does… Groo with his wood turning… To everyone else they appeared like brother and sister but underneath the fires were burning… Oh, boy, were they burning. Poor things! Then one night, it just happened… and Groo was determined it should never happen again…”
“But why?” Angel asked. “I don’t understand. I thought you said just now he was in love with her?”
“Yes, he was,” Lorne replied, “but in his mind she belongs to Wesley… Always has.”
***************
“We should go and find Lorne and Wesley,” Fred said, standing up. “The sun is getting low in the sky. When it sets, the feast will begin.”
Spike stood to follow and turned to look at the square. There were more villagers than ever gathered there. He continued to stare as Fred stepped off the boardwalk and started toward one of the cabins.
“What’s Angel’s fan club up to now?” he asked, noticing that the dancing girls had started to decorate the chair in the middle of the dais.
Fred giggled, pausing to glance in the direction he was pointing.
“They’re not just for Angel, you know,” she said, coyly. “If what Lorne says is true, then they’re for you as well…”
Spike frowned. He looked again at the dais.
“Oh, you mean the whole champion gig?”
Fred nodded. He noticed she was blushing.
“Er, Luv, what exactly do you mean when you say they’re ‘for’ me?”
“You know,” she giggled.
He was starting to think maybe he’d been right when he was teasing Angel earlier.
“Well, bugger me!” he exclaimed. “Sorry, Luv. You mean they are… concubines, after all?”
“If you want them to be,” she replied.
“No strings attached?”
“They just want the honour of bearing the child of a champion,” she explained. “They’re not looking for a husband. The mother of a future champion would be entitled, and expected, to claim the throne until her son comes of age… I’m not sure what they’d do if there were several children on the way at the same time. I suppose whichever is born first would determine the mother’s…”
Spike laughed.
“They’re out of luck then, Pet.”
“Oh?”
“Vampires can’t father children.”
Course, they didn’t have to know that…
“They can’t?”
By the time they found out… if they ever found out… he and Angel’d be long gone.
“But, I thought Lorne said that Angel had a son…”
“Oh, you mean Connor…. That was different, Luv.”
****************
“Poor Wes,” Lorne said.
“Yeah,” Angel replied. “Real bummer…”
“Huh?”
“Who’d want to knowingly take on another man’s child?” Angel continued.
He doubted he could do it. If Riley had made Buffy pregnant…
He shuddered. It didn’t bear thinking about.
“I didn’t mean that, Cupcake,” Lorne said. “Wes is physically and emotionally exhausted, poor lamb. When I think what he must have been going through… And, you’re wrong about him. Wes is exactly the kind of man who’d take on another man’s child… if he loved the woman enough…”
“You think so?”
“I know so, Cupcake. No one’s ever loved anyone as much as Wes loves Fred.”
Angel might beg to differ with that but chose to keep his thoughts to himself. He wished Lorne wouldn’t keep calling him after pastries though. It was kind of unsettling.
“You weren’t there, Muffin. You didn’t see what happened when Illyria…”
Lorne shivered at the memory.
“So, why haven’t you already told him then?”
“Ah, a gentleman never betrays a lady’s secrets,” Lorne replied.
Angel frowned.
“… gentle-demon then. Let’s not split hairs, Angelcakes,” Lorne said. “Fred will tell him when she’s ready…”
“What about the Groosalugg?” Angel asked. “What makes you think Fred’ll want to leave this place?”
… and the father of her child. She’d be denying him the opportunity to ever know his own son…
“Would you stay if you didn’t have to?”
“Well, no, but if she loves him won’t she want him to come with her…”
“That’s just it, she doesn’t,” Lorne said.
“You can’t know that.”
“She told me, Angelcakes. A few weeks after he disappeared, she broke down. She was wracked with guilt over it. She was sorry he’d gone but she realised she hadn’t been in love with him. It was just physical attraction… After three years without… I mean who could resist? Tall, dark, handsome man saving her from the monsters. He was bound to have a certain appeal… but the magic was gone as soon as she’d slept with him…”
Couldn’t have been much of a lover then. In Angel’s experience, the opposite had invariably been the case.
*****************
“So, what do you think of Wesley, Luv?” Spike asked.
“He’s sweet,” Fred replied, “intelligent… thoughtful… kind…”
She was blushing again.
“… and so much more handsome than I’d been expecting,” she added, “although Lorne said you were all good-looking…”
Spike cocked his head quizzically at her.
“He said you were really hot…” she giggled.
Flatterer!
“He did, did he?”
The blush deepened.
“I can see why he would say that and I don’t mean to offend you, Spike… You are handsome - I’ve never seen cheekbones like yours - well, maybe ‘pretty’ is the word I would use…”
“As long as you don’t use it in public, Luv,” he cautioned.
“Of course not,” she added with another giggle, “… but you’re not my type. I’ve always preferred men who are tall and dark…”
“… with a clean, strong taste,” Spike added before he could stop himself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Sorry, Pet. Ignore me. It’s just some bleedin’ advertising slogan got stuck in me head. Meant nothing by it.”
He shrugged and chanced a smile.
She started to laugh.
“You’re funny.”
**************