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Chapter 64
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: 20 November 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 64
Angel’s apartment - same time, same place
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“Huh!” Spike exclaimed. “Knowing my luck, somehow I doubt it.”
Bugger! Was nothing gonna go right in this bleedin’ version of reality? All he’d wanted to do was get enough money so Angel could buy that soddin’ hotel and give ’em all a roof over their heads.
“It wouldn’t hurt to check the numbers,” Cordelia said. “There’s a telephone line…”
Spike looked up to see that Doyle was already dialling the number.
“The line’s busy,” Doyle said. “Always is for a couple of hours after the draw.”
“There’s a web site too,” Cordelia said, pointing to the small print on the back of the ticket. “I’ll go upstairs and check. It’ll be quicker than waiting to get through on the phone…”
Cordelia got up from the table.
“Spike?” she said, obviously waiting for him to follow.
“You go on, Luv,” Spike said. “I’ll stay here and drown me sorrows.”
“Isn’t anyone else coming?” Cordelia asked. “Don’t you think for one moment that I buy this couldn’t give a damn attitude. I know you’re all just dying to see how much Spike’s won.”
“If he’s won,” Angel added.
“Excuse me,” Wesley said, stifling a yawn. “I’m not sure I have the energy to move from the table at the moment. I’ll stay here and keep Spike company if you don’t mind.”
“You… Yes, you, Spike. You have to come with me,” Cordelia barked. “If you’ve won you’ll need to register your claim.”
“You can register it for me, Pet.”
“How can I? I don’t even know your full name…”
“Then register it in Angel’s,” Spike chuckled.
Bet she didn’t know that either.
“Okay,” she said, “if you’re sure?”
Huh? Oh, wait. She probably thought his name was Angel Jones. Wasn’t that the name he’d given when he rang Kate’s precinct?
Cordelia headed for the stairs with Doyle hot on her heels.
Spike picked up the wine bottle and refilled first Wesley’s glass and then his own, passing the bottle to Angel.
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“I swear this computer knows when I’m in a hurry,” Cordelia complained as she waited for the PC to boot up.
Doyle laughed.
“I wonder how big the prize is this week?”
“It’s a rollover week,” Doyle said. “Around fifty two million… At least that’s what they were predicting in this morning’s paper.”
“Wow! Think what we could do with all that money. I could have a whole new designer wardrobe… spend six months travelling in Europe… buy a house in Bel Air…”
“A set of wheels would come in handy…”
“I could get a Porsche… in canary yellow… or, do they come in fuchsia?”
“I was thinking more of something practical like an SUV. Ford Explorer p’raps…”
“Maybe a Ferrari. I know they come in my favourite shade of red…”
“Er, don’t get too carried away, Princess. Remember the money belongs to Spike.”
“Well, it’s not like he has anything to spend it on…”
The computer beeped.
“Ooo, here we are. Now, what was that web site called?”
She picked up the ticket, typed in the address and pressed enter.
“Now, let’s see… yes, here it is… 5… Eek! We’ve got the first number.”
“And the second,” Doyle said, looking over her shoulder at the screen. “10, 17, 19, 29…”
“Oh! He didn’t get the last one. It’s 42. Spike had 21.”
“Well, he was half right…”
“What? Oh, ha ha.”
“No, I didn’t mean that…”
“Damn! It’s all Wesley’s fault. If he hadn’t been doing his Sam Beckett impersonation this week we could have all been rich. This is so unfair…”
She picked up the ticket and started to crumple it in her hand.
“Not so fast, Darlin’,” Doyle said, wrapping his hand around hers. “Check the bonus ball…”
***************
“Nonsense, Pet,” Spike said. “Angel wouldn’t hear of it, would you, Luv?”
“Er… no,” he mumbled.
Having Wesley stay the night hadn’t been his idea but he was willing to go along with it.
“It’s no trouble…”
Wesley covered his mouth with his hand as another yawn overtook him.
“Oh, I’m sorry but I think the last few days have finally caught up with me. I really must be making my way now…”
“We insist you stay,” Spike said, more firmly this time. “Our home is your home.”
Angel wasn’t sure he’d quite go that far…
“Thank you,” Wesley said, nodding at Spike before turning toward Angel. “Thank you, Angel. This really is most kind… I shan’t forget your hospitality…”
“You can take Angel’s bed,” Spike added.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly allow you both…”
Wesley hesitated, his gaze switching back and forth between Angel and Spike.
“The sofa bed in the office will be fine…” he continued.
Angel assumed Wesley must have known his future self and Spike were intimate but it appeared he wasn’t so certain what relationship existed between them in this time and place.
“You need your rest, Pet,” Spike said. “You won’t get much of it upstairs once the Cheerleader and the bleedin’ Mick turn up for work. You can have yourself a nice lie-in down here with no one to disturb you. Let the Poof take the sofa bed. I’ll take the couch.”
So, Spike had picked up Wesley’s confusion too.
“But I’m always awake by first light,” Wesley explained.
“Then all the more reason to sleep down here where you won’t get any natural daylight, Wes,” Spike replied. “You gotta get your strength back and give that rib a chance to heal…”
“How did you know…?”
“Vampire’s intuition, Pet.”
Angel turned to look over his shoulder as he heard footsteps on the stairs. Just as they’d surmised, Spike hadn’t won the lottery. Cordelia was far too quiet.
“Told you, Luv,” Spike said, turning to follow his gaze.
“Do you want the good news first… or, the bad news?” Cordelia asked.
“No need to say anything, Luv. ’S obvious we didn’t win nothin’.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Cordelia said. “You didn’t win the jackpot. You only got five numbers…”
“And the bonus ball,” Doyle added.
What was a bonus ball?
“There’s more than one prize?” Angel asked.
“Of course there is, Stupid!” Cordelia exclaimed. “Angel, sometimes I wonder…”
“Oi!” Spike exclaimed, leaning closer so that his shoulder was touching Angel’s.
Angel suppressed the urge to smile. He loved it when Spike leapt to his defence. Of course, he’d never admit it.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never bought a ticket?” Cordelia continued.
“You got five numbers AND the bonus ball,” Doyle added, excitedly.
He’d said it as if it meant something. Angel was none the wiser.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Spike asked.
Wesley laughed.
“I believe it means you’ve won something after all,” he said.
“You mean a consolation prize?” Spike asked. “Big deal…”
“Kind of,” Cordelia said. “You tell him, Doyle.”
“Well, er… it depends how many others you share it with…” Doyle began.
“… but it could be as much as a hundred thousand dollars!” Cordelia squealed.
“Between how many?” Spike asked.
“It’ll be up on the web site in the morning,” Cordelia said.
“Could be anything between one and… the highest number I can remember was twenty nine,” Doyle explained.
“Like I said, big deal!” Spike replied. “Twenty nine into a hundred thousand don’t leave much to get excited about.”
“No… that’s a hundred grand each,” Doyle added. “Could be more if there’s only, say, half a dozen of you.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No, straight up. I swear on me grandmother’s grave…”
“Well, bugger me!”
****************
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: 20 November 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 64
Angel’s apartment - same time, same place
*******************
“Huh!” Spike exclaimed. “Knowing my luck, somehow I doubt it.”
Bugger! Was nothing gonna go right in this bleedin’ version of reality? All he’d wanted to do was get enough money so Angel could buy that soddin’ hotel and give ’em all a roof over their heads.
“It wouldn’t hurt to check the numbers,” Cordelia said. “There’s a telephone line…”
Spike looked up to see that Doyle was already dialling the number.
“The line’s busy,” Doyle said. “Always is for a couple of hours after the draw.”
“There’s a web site too,” Cordelia said, pointing to the small print on the back of the ticket. “I’ll go upstairs and check. It’ll be quicker than waiting to get through on the phone…”
Cordelia got up from the table.
“Spike?” she said, obviously waiting for him to follow.
“You go on, Luv,” Spike said. “I’ll stay here and drown me sorrows.”
“Isn’t anyone else coming?” Cordelia asked. “Don’t you think for one moment that I buy this couldn’t give a damn attitude. I know you’re all just dying to see how much Spike’s won.”
“If he’s won,” Angel added.
“Excuse me,” Wesley said, stifling a yawn. “I’m not sure I have the energy to move from the table at the moment. I’ll stay here and keep Spike company if you don’t mind.”
“You… Yes, you, Spike. You have to come with me,” Cordelia barked. “If you’ve won you’ll need to register your claim.”
“You can register it for me, Pet.”
“How can I? I don’t even know your full name…”
“Then register it in Angel’s,” Spike chuckled.
Bet she didn’t know that either.
“Okay,” she said, “if you’re sure?”
Huh? Oh, wait. She probably thought his name was Angel Jones. Wasn’t that the name he’d given when he rang Kate’s precinct?
Cordelia headed for the stairs with Doyle hot on her heels.
Spike picked up the wine bottle and refilled first Wesley’s glass and then his own, passing the bottle to Angel.
*******************
“I swear this computer knows when I’m in a hurry,” Cordelia complained as she waited for the PC to boot up.
Doyle laughed.
“I wonder how big the prize is this week?”
“It’s a rollover week,” Doyle said. “Around fifty two million… At least that’s what they were predicting in this morning’s paper.”
“Wow! Think what we could do with all that money. I could have a whole new designer wardrobe… spend six months travelling in Europe… buy a house in Bel Air…”
“A set of wheels would come in handy…”
“I could get a Porsche… in canary yellow… or, do they come in fuchsia?”
“I was thinking more of something practical like an SUV. Ford Explorer p’raps…”
“Maybe a Ferrari. I know they come in my favourite shade of red…”
“Er, don’t get too carried away, Princess. Remember the money belongs to Spike.”
“Well, it’s not like he has anything to spend it on…”
The computer beeped.
“Ooo, here we are. Now, what was that web site called?”
She picked up the ticket, typed in the address and pressed enter.
“Now, let’s see… yes, here it is… 5… Eek! We’ve got the first number.”
“And the second,” Doyle said, looking over her shoulder at the screen. “10, 17, 19, 29…”
“Oh! He didn’t get the last one. It’s 42. Spike had 21.”
“Well, he was half right…”
“What? Oh, ha ha.”
“No, I didn’t mean that…”
“Damn! It’s all Wesley’s fault. If he hadn’t been doing his Sam Beckett impersonation this week we could have all been rich. This is so unfair…”
She picked up the ticket and started to crumple it in her hand.
“Not so fast, Darlin’,” Doyle said, wrapping his hand around hers. “Check the bonus ball…”
***************
“Nonsense, Pet,” Spike said. “Angel wouldn’t hear of it, would you, Luv?”
“Er… no,” he mumbled.
Having Wesley stay the night hadn’t been his idea but he was willing to go along with it.
“It’s no trouble…”
Wesley covered his mouth with his hand as another yawn overtook him.
“Oh, I’m sorry but I think the last few days have finally caught up with me. I really must be making my way now…”
“We insist you stay,” Spike said, more firmly this time. “Our home is your home.”
Angel wasn’t sure he’d quite go that far…
“Thank you,” Wesley said, nodding at Spike before turning toward Angel. “Thank you, Angel. This really is most kind… I shan’t forget your hospitality…”
“You can take Angel’s bed,” Spike added.
“Oh, I couldn’t possibly allow you both…”
Wesley hesitated, his gaze switching back and forth between Angel and Spike.
“The sofa bed in the office will be fine…” he continued.
Angel assumed Wesley must have known his future self and Spike were intimate but it appeared he wasn’t so certain what relationship existed between them in this time and place.
“You need your rest, Pet,” Spike said. “You won’t get much of it upstairs once the Cheerleader and the bleedin’ Mick turn up for work. You can have yourself a nice lie-in down here with no one to disturb you. Let the Poof take the sofa bed. I’ll take the couch.”
So, Spike had picked up Wesley’s confusion too.
“But I’m always awake by first light,” Wesley explained.
“Then all the more reason to sleep down here where you won’t get any natural daylight, Wes,” Spike replied. “You gotta get your strength back and give that rib a chance to heal…”
“How did you know…?”
“Vampire’s intuition, Pet.”
Angel turned to look over his shoulder as he heard footsteps on the stairs. Just as they’d surmised, Spike hadn’t won the lottery. Cordelia was far too quiet.
“Told you, Luv,” Spike said, turning to follow his gaze.
“Do you want the good news first… or, the bad news?” Cordelia asked.
“No need to say anything, Luv. ’S obvious we didn’t win nothin’.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Cordelia said. “You didn’t win the jackpot. You only got five numbers…”
“And the bonus ball,” Doyle added.
What was a bonus ball?
“There’s more than one prize?” Angel asked.
“Of course there is, Stupid!” Cordelia exclaimed. “Angel, sometimes I wonder…”
“Oi!” Spike exclaimed, leaning closer so that his shoulder was touching Angel’s.
Angel suppressed the urge to smile. He loved it when Spike leapt to his defence. Of course, he’d never admit it.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never bought a ticket?” Cordelia continued.
“You got five numbers AND the bonus ball,” Doyle added, excitedly.
He’d said it as if it meant something. Angel was none the wiser.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Spike asked.
Wesley laughed.
“I believe it means you’ve won something after all,” he said.
“You mean a consolation prize?” Spike asked. “Big deal…”
“Kind of,” Cordelia said. “You tell him, Doyle.”
“Well, er… it depends how many others you share it with…” Doyle began.
“… but it could be as much as a hundred thousand dollars!” Cordelia squealed.
“Between how many?” Spike asked.
“It’ll be up on the web site in the morning,” Cordelia said.
“Could be anything between one and… the highest number I can remember was twenty nine,” Doyle explained.
“Like I said, big deal!” Spike replied. “Twenty nine into a hundred thousand don’t leave much to get excited about.”
“No… that’s a hundred grand each,” Doyle added. “Could be more if there’s only, say, half a dozen of you.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No, straight up. I swear on me grandmother’s grave…”
“Well, bugger me!”
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