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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: 28 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 101

The village - the same day

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Angel had picked up Spike’s trail easily enough. He was anxious to find him. He’d been so stupid, obsessing over the possibility of having a child when what really mattered to him was right here under his nose all along. A child couldn’t make him truly happy, only Spike could do that.

“Lorne, can you do that reading anyway?” Angel asked as he stopped to check which way Spike had gone where the path divided in two. It looked like he was headed for the stream. For some reason Lorne had obviously felt the need to tag along. He probably didn’t trust Angel not to ravish Spike when he found him. Angel knew Lorne would able to sense how aroused those women had left him.

“I have to know what’s going to happen to us… to me and Spike,” he continued.

“Of course, Sweetie,” Lorne replied. “I’d be only too happy to but, if Wes is right, I’ll only be able to see what happens in this dimension.”

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“I wonder what’s keeping them?” Fred asked. “Do you suppose Lorne has found something really bad and Angel doesn’t want to tell us about it?”

“I think if it was bad news we’d have heard straightaway,” Wesley replied, pulling her closer so that he could resume kissing her neck.

Personally, he was glad they were taking so long. It gave him more time alone with her.

“Do you think Spike will stay with him? With Angel, I mean, if he decides not to come back with us?”

Given the choice, Wesley was certain Spike would opt to be with the Angel from the future - they’d been through so much together in the past year - but what choice did he really have?

“I think he’ll come back with us,” Wesley said, releasing her. “Even if Angel has lost his way… lost his sense of duty, I don’t think Spike has. I believe Spike, not Angel, is the subject of the Shanshu prophesy. I’ve thought so for some months now. If we hadn’t been transported back in time, I believe Spike would have been mortal again now…”

“And dead.”

“Yes, very likely.”

“Oh, poor Spike!” Fred exclaimed. “He’s so tortured. What can we do to help him, Wesley? There must be something…”

“I wish there was but he and Angel have to work this out between them.”

He reached out to gently push the hair back from her face.

“You’ve really taken to Spike, haven’t you?” he asked although it was more a statement than a question.

“He’s so sweet,” she giggled. “It’s hard to believe he was ever evil.”

Wesley laughed.

“I shouldn’t tell him that if I were you. He’s very proud of the big bad image he’s created for himself over the years.”

“Image? You mean he never was bad?”

“Oh, technically he was evil - don’t misunderstand me - and, of course, he did kill a great many people when he ran with Angelus and Drusilla but I don’t believe his heart was ever in it. You mustn’t believe everything he tells you. The title he gave himself, William the Bloody, comes from before he was turned.”

“His name was William?”

“Yes. He was a poet and, by his own admission, a rather bad one although Angel has always had a soft spot for his work. William’s peers christened him ‘William the Bloody’ on account of his bloody awful poetry.”

Fred laughed.

“Oh, that’s terrible… Funny but terrible. How do you know all this?”

“At Wolfram and Hart I had a set of books - templates, if you will - which could call up any known text. I caught Angel reading from them one day. It was a poem Spike had written before he died, before Angel had killed him. I asked him about it and he told me Spike had been published just the week before they met. He told me the full story, said I shouldn’t let Spike know that I knew.”

“And does he? Spike.”

“I imagine Angel probably told him of our conversation. They no longer keep secrets from one another.”

“They’re very much in love, aren’t they?” she said. “It must be so hard for them not being able to be together like we can…”

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Lorne heard Spike before he saw him. Spike was whistling to himself and if Lorne weren’t mistaken it was a song from Snow White…

“Oh, my!” he exclaimed as a vision of two men… naked men… naked vampires, to be precise, flooded his mind. And what a vision it was.

“I don’t think we need bother with that reading, Angelcakes,” Lorne said. “Spike has shown me everything I need to see.”

Spike stood up when he heard them and started toward them.

“What is it?” Angel asked, concern written all over his face.

Lorne smiled.

“You were right about different rules applying to vampires in this dimension, Sweetie,” Lorne began. “We were just looking at the wrong rule…”

“Huh?” Angel said.

“Your soul is safe here, Angel. You can have sex with Spike without losing it.”

“How do you know?”

Angel could be so dense at times!

“Because that’s what you’re about to do… have sex with Spike.”

“I am?”

Spike stopped when he reached Angel’s side.

“We are?” Spike asked.

“That’s what I saw, Sweetie.”

“And no unpleasant after effects?” Spike asked.

“What else did you see?” Angel interrupted before Lorne could reply.

“Afterwards we all go home… together,” Lorne said.

“Well, you heard the man,” Spike said. “Get yer kit off. You look like you could use a shag.”

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