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Chapter 105
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: 30 March 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 105
The village - same time, same place
**************
“Why the tears, Luv?” Spike asked, wiping Angel’s cheek with his fingers. “Summat you’re not telling me?”
“Nothing,” Angel said, letting out a long sigh.
Yeah, like Hell!
“…and everything.”
“Huh? Come again.”
“This is it,” Angel said. “The end… We both know it. Why pretend?”
“Dunno what you mean, Luv,” Spike replied as cheerily as he could muster. “Don’t get all philosophical on me now, Pet. I wanna snog.”
It was obvious Angel was having similar thoughts to his own.
“We’ll never have this again,” Angel said. “I’ll never be able to hold you like this and kiss you and make love to you…”
“Don’t say that, Pet,” Spike said.
Fuck, there had to be something they could do! He didn’t wanna lose this version of Angel any more than he’d wanted to lose the other one.
“HE’s bound to turn up sooner or later,” Angel continued, “and then I’ll be gone…”
If the other Angel turned up - and Spike was seriously starting to doubt he ever would - then this one would disappear, vanish into the ether. Those were the rules, according to Wesley at any rate. Spike knew he’d never see this Angel again.
Course, if he’d arrived while they were all in Pylea then… Nah, that was too much to hope for.
“Bugger!” he exclaimed.
And if he had, then likely as not Wes’s theory about the two of ’em co-existing was gonna be proved wrong and they’d end up annihilating one another at the first touch.
He really didn’t wanna lose Angel - either of ’em.
“There’s gotta be something we can do, Pet. They can’t take you away from me… not now… not after this…” His voice trailed to a whisper.
But he knew Angel was right. Even if he wasn’t, Spike knew he’d have to face losing one or other of them before too long. Either way, he was gonna end up losing Angel… again.
“This sucks!”
“I’m sorry.”
Fuck!
“’S not your fault, Pet.”
Spike realised that for the first time he was no longer certain which Angel he’d miss the most.
For several long seconds he just stared into Angel’s eyes.
Angel stared back. He knew.
“Don’t leave me, Angel. Don’t ever leave me,” Spike breathed, pulling Angel into another kiss.
Angel’s tears were flowing freely now. Spike could feel them on his cheek as they kissed. If he kept this up, Spike knew he’d be joining him soon. He ended the kiss and lay his head against Angel’s shoulder trying to get himself under control. It wouldn’t help matters if he broke down too.
“We should get cleaned up, Luv,” he mumbled against Angel’s neck. Anything to change the subject. “Poor old Wes’ll be wondering where we’ve got to.”
Probably had a pretty good idea what they were up to though…
He eased himself from Angel’s arms and started to sit up.
“Hold it right there!” a voice suddenly cried.
It was evident they were no longer alone. He’d been so focused on Angel, Spike hadn’t even heard anyone approach. He rolled away from Angel and turned in the direction of the voice.
“Don’t move!” the voice yelled.
Wesley’s voice.
“What the fuck are you playing at, Wes?” he asked, relaxing slightly as he saw the trio was bearing down on them.
As he started to sit up he caught sight of the gun Wesley was holding in his right hand.
“Bloody Hell!”
Angel was trying to get up. Spike pushed him back down again, positioning himself between Angel and the gun. That was no ordinary gun. He’d seen it before. If he wasn’t mistaken, it took those special bullets…
“He’s lost it, Pet,” he whispered to Angel, risking a glance at his lover. “Told you we should have kept an eye on him.”
He turned back toward Wesley to find that he now had another gun in his left hand.
Fuck!
“Let me up,” Angel said behind him, struggling to sit up enough to see what was going on. “Why is Wesley pointing that at us?”
“Not us. You, Luv.”
“He must know that bullets can’t kill me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Luv. I think he’s got the Watchers’ Special Ops variety - fires carbon-tipped bullets. Being shot with one of them is the same as being staked….”
Spike raised his hands in the air.
“The more interesting question is why would he want you dead? Best humour him, Luv. Put your hands up.”
Angel followed Spike’s lead.
“No need to get yer knickers in a twist, Pet,” Spike said, addressing Wesley. “See for yourself: he’s still in one piece, soul an’ all.”
“Move away please, Spike,” Wesley said as Spike watched for any sign that he was about to pull the trigger.
“Did I mention, Luv, he was in the pistol club when he was at Oxford?” Spike whispered to Angel. “Runner-up in the England under twenty-one finals. Don’t count on him missing… Stay low.”
Spike stood up, slowly.
“Spike, please… move away from Angel.”
“Can’t do that, Pet,” Spike replied, “not until you tell me what this is about.”
“You know as well as I do that Angel has lost his soul before. I want to make sure it hasn’t happened again.”
“Don’t you think I’d know if it had?”
“Angelus can be very convincing.”
That much was true. Bloody good actor, he was.
“I’d have to differ with you there, Wes,” Spike said. “Look, mind if I put me jeans on while we argue about it? Spare Fred’s blushes…”
Not to mention Lorne’s.
Wesley nodded.
“Go ahead but step away from Angel. I want to see clear air between you.”
“Like that’s gonna make any difference. Haven’t you seen how fast he can move? If he was evil, you wouldn’t still be standing there. He’d have popped your head like a grape by now and be weighing up who to violate first with the pistol.”
Spike grinned as Lorne began to fan himself with his handkerchief. He was glad to see someone appreciated his imagery even if Wesley showed no visible reaction. Cool customer he was these days but Wesley was afraid. Spike could smell it. And, if he was afraid, that must mean Lorne had seen summat…
“It’s me, Wesley. I’m not evil,” Angel said, getting to his feet.
“Thought I told you to stay down,” Spike said, quickly moving to stand in front of Angel.
Course, being a good six inches shorter than his sire meant he couldn’t guarantee to provide enough of a shield if Wes did get trigger happy.
Spike finished fastening his jeans and grabbed his shirt off the bush it had landed on when Angel had torn it off him earlier.
“Why does everyone think I’m evil?” Angel asked. “Lorne? Didn’t you explain that different rules apply in this world?”
Spike pulled his shirt over his head and quickly tucked it into his jeans.
“Er… yes,” Lorne mumbled. “But you see, Angelcakes, I was going by what I saw when I read Spike. I could’ve been wrong. Wesley just wants to find out, wants me to read you. He’s not really going to shoot anyone, are you, Honeybun?”
“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Spike said as Wesley took aim.
“Wesley!” Lorne shrieked. “Let’s not be hasty… Come on, Angel, you’re gonna have to sing for me…”
“No.”
“Just a few bars…”
“Come on, Luv,” Spike said. “It won’t kill you to sing a few bars… but Wesley might, if you don’t.”
“What shall I sing? I can’t think of anything.”
“I dunno, Luv. Anything’ll do… How about Mandy?”
“I need music for that.”
“Then what about summat by Elvis?”
“I can’t… not without the backing music.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Wes. Do you think Angelus would make this much fuss?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Wesley said, “if he was pretending to be Angel… You weren’t there the last time. Believe me, it was a stunning performance.”
“Would a nursery rhyme be okay?” Angel whispered in Spike’s ear.
“Yes, Luv. It’ll be fine. Just get on with it so we can all go home.”
He heard Angel clear his throat but apart from the cough no sound came out.
“What you waiting for?”
“I think Wesley wants you to go and stand over there,” Angel said.
Spike glanced from Angel back to Wesley and saw that Wesley was gesturing for him to step away.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“I’ll be okay,” Angel said. “Please. He’s right to be cautious. If he’s going to trust me we have to do what he says.”
Spike reluctantly moved away, stopping about fifteen feet from Angel. With any luck he could dive in front him before the bullets hit, if need be.
“Thank you, Spike,” Wesley said. “Angel, you may begin.”
“Can I put my pants on first?” Angel asked.
“Very well,” Wesley said with a sigh. “Spike check the pockets for potential weapons.”
Spike picked them up and did as he was told.
“Just this,” he said, holding up a clean, white handkerchief.
Wesley nodded his approval and Spike threw Angel his pants.
“Now you know he can’t be evil,” Spike said. “Angelus would have no qualms about facing an enemy naked.”
“I’m normally a patient man, Angel but even I have limits,” Wesley said, both guns aimed at Angel’s chest. “Perhaps you could oblige us before my finger slips…”
Angel cleared his throat again.
“If you go into the woods tonight…” he began.
About bleedin’ time!
“… you won’t believe your eyes…” the song continued.
Spike was surprised at the choice, considering the lyrics. Wes didn’t seem too impressed either. He’d gone white as a sheet. Probably remembering his own abused childhood…
“If you go into the woods tonight, you’re sure of a big surprise…” Angel continued.
Lorne gasped.
“Heard enough?” Spike asked.
Lorne opened his mouth to answer. He never managed to get the words out.
Wesley had fired!
Spike spun around to face Angel.
“NO!!!” Spike cried as he watched Angel crumple to the ground.
“He’s clean,” Lorne announced.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
**********************
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: 30 March 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 105
The village - same time, same place
**************
“Why the tears, Luv?” Spike asked, wiping Angel’s cheek with his fingers. “Summat you’re not telling me?”
“Nothing,” Angel said, letting out a long sigh.
Yeah, like Hell!
“…and everything.”
“Huh? Come again.”
“This is it,” Angel said. “The end… We both know it. Why pretend?”
“Dunno what you mean, Luv,” Spike replied as cheerily as he could muster. “Don’t get all philosophical on me now, Pet. I wanna snog.”
It was obvious Angel was having similar thoughts to his own.
“We’ll never have this again,” Angel said. “I’ll never be able to hold you like this and kiss you and make love to you…”
“Don’t say that, Pet,” Spike said.
Fuck, there had to be something they could do! He didn’t wanna lose this version of Angel any more than he’d wanted to lose the other one.
“HE’s bound to turn up sooner or later,” Angel continued, “and then I’ll be gone…”
If the other Angel turned up - and Spike was seriously starting to doubt he ever would - then this one would disappear, vanish into the ether. Those were the rules, according to Wesley at any rate. Spike knew he’d never see this Angel again.
Course, if he’d arrived while they were all in Pylea then… Nah, that was too much to hope for.
“Bugger!” he exclaimed.
And if he had, then likely as not Wes’s theory about the two of ’em co-existing was gonna be proved wrong and they’d end up annihilating one another at the first touch.
He really didn’t wanna lose Angel - either of ’em.
“There’s gotta be something we can do, Pet. They can’t take you away from me… not now… not after this…” His voice trailed to a whisper.
But he knew Angel was right. Even if he wasn’t, Spike knew he’d have to face losing one or other of them before too long. Either way, he was gonna end up losing Angel… again.
“This sucks!”
“I’m sorry.”
Fuck!
“’S not your fault, Pet.”
Spike realised that for the first time he was no longer certain which Angel he’d miss the most.
For several long seconds he just stared into Angel’s eyes.
Angel stared back. He knew.
“Don’t leave me, Angel. Don’t ever leave me,” Spike breathed, pulling Angel into another kiss.
Angel’s tears were flowing freely now. Spike could feel them on his cheek as they kissed. If he kept this up, Spike knew he’d be joining him soon. He ended the kiss and lay his head against Angel’s shoulder trying to get himself under control. It wouldn’t help matters if he broke down too.
“We should get cleaned up, Luv,” he mumbled against Angel’s neck. Anything to change the subject. “Poor old Wes’ll be wondering where we’ve got to.”
Probably had a pretty good idea what they were up to though…
He eased himself from Angel’s arms and started to sit up.
“Hold it right there!” a voice suddenly cried.
It was evident they were no longer alone. He’d been so focused on Angel, Spike hadn’t even heard anyone approach. He rolled away from Angel and turned in the direction of the voice.
“Don’t move!” the voice yelled.
Wesley’s voice.
“What the fuck are you playing at, Wes?” he asked, relaxing slightly as he saw the trio was bearing down on them.
As he started to sit up he caught sight of the gun Wesley was holding in his right hand.
“Bloody Hell!”
Angel was trying to get up. Spike pushed him back down again, positioning himself between Angel and the gun. That was no ordinary gun. He’d seen it before. If he wasn’t mistaken, it took those special bullets…
“He’s lost it, Pet,” he whispered to Angel, risking a glance at his lover. “Told you we should have kept an eye on him.”
He turned back toward Wesley to find that he now had another gun in his left hand.
Fuck!
“Let me up,” Angel said behind him, struggling to sit up enough to see what was going on. “Why is Wesley pointing that at us?”
“Not us. You, Luv.”
“He must know that bullets can’t kill me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Luv. I think he’s got the Watchers’ Special Ops variety - fires carbon-tipped bullets. Being shot with one of them is the same as being staked….”
Spike raised his hands in the air.
“The more interesting question is why would he want you dead? Best humour him, Luv. Put your hands up.”
Angel followed Spike’s lead.
“No need to get yer knickers in a twist, Pet,” Spike said, addressing Wesley. “See for yourself: he’s still in one piece, soul an’ all.”
“Move away please, Spike,” Wesley said as Spike watched for any sign that he was about to pull the trigger.
“Did I mention, Luv, he was in the pistol club when he was at Oxford?” Spike whispered to Angel. “Runner-up in the England under twenty-one finals. Don’t count on him missing… Stay low.”
Spike stood up, slowly.
“Spike, please… move away from Angel.”
“Can’t do that, Pet,” Spike replied, “not until you tell me what this is about.”
“You know as well as I do that Angel has lost his soul before. I want to make sure it hasn’t happened again.”
“Don’t you think I’d know if it had?”
“Angelus can be very convincing.”
That much was true. Bloody good actor, he was.
“I’d have to differ with you there, Wes,” Spike said. “Look, mind if I put me jeans on while we argue about it? Spare Fred’s blushes…”
Not to mention Lorne’s.
Wesley nodded.
“Go ahead but step away from Angel. I want to see clear air between you.”
“Like that’s gonna make any difference. Haven’t you seen how fast he can move? If he was evil, you wouldn’t still be standing there. He’d have popped your head like a grape by now and be weighing up who to violate first with the pistol.”
Spike grinned as Lorne began to fan himself with his handkerchief. He was glad to see someone appreciated his imagery even if Wesley showed no visible reaction. Cool customer he was these days but Wesley was afraid. Spike could smell it. And, if he was afraid, that must mean Lorne had seen summat…
“It’s me, Wesley. I’m not evil,” Angel said, getting to his feet.
“Thought I told you to stay down,” Spike said, quickly moving to stand in front of Angel.
Course, being a good six inches shorter than his sire meant he couldn’t guarantee to provide enough of a shield if Wes did get trigger happy.
Spike finished fastening his jeans and grabbed his shirt off the bush it had landed on when Angel had torn it off him earlier.
“Why does everyone think I’m evil?” Angel asked. “Lorne? Didn’t you explain that different rules apply in this world?”
Spike pulled his shirt over his head and quickly tucked it into his jeans.
“Er… yes,” Lorne mumbled. “But you see, Angelcakes, I was going by what I saw when I read Spike. I could’ve been wrong. Wesley just wants to find out, wants me to read you. He’s not really going to shoot anyone, are you, Honeybun?”
“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Spike said as Wesley took aim.
“Wesley!” Lorne shrieked. “Let’s not be hasty… Come on, Angel, you’re gonna have to sing for me…”
“No.”
“Just a few bars…”
“Come on, Luv,” Spike said. “It won’t kill you to sing a few bars… but Wesley might, if you don’t.”
“What shall I sing? I can’t think of anything.”
“I dunno, Luv. Anything’ll do… How about Mandy?”
“I need music for that.”
“Then what about summat by Elvis?”
“I can’t… not without the backing music.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Wes. Do you think Angelus would make this much fuss?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Wesley said, “if he was pretending to be Angel… You weren’t there the last time. Believe me, it was a stunning performance.”
“Would a nursery rhyme be okay?” Angel whispered in Spike’s ear.
“Yes, Luv. It’ll be fine. Just get on with it so we can all go home.”
He heard Angel clear his throat but apart from the cough no sound came out.
“What you waiting for?”
“I think Wesley wants you to go and stand over there,” Angel said.
Spike glanced from Angel back to Wesley and saw that Wesley was gesturing for him to step away.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“I’ll be okay,” Angel said. “Please. He’s right to be cautious. If he’s going to trust me we have to do what he says.”
Spike reluctantly moved away, stopping about fifteen feet from Angel. With any luck he could dive in front him before the bullets hit, if need be.
“Thank you, Spike,” Wesley said. “Angel, you may begin.”
“Can I put my pants on first?” Angel asked.
“Very well,” Wesley said with a sigh. “Spike check the pockets for potential weapons.”
Spike picked them up and did as he was told.
“Just this,” he said, holding up a clean, white handkerchief.
Wesley nodded his approval and Spike threw Angel his pants.
“Now you know he can’t be evil,” Spike said. “Angelus would have no qualms about facing an enemy naked.”
“I’m normally a patient man, Angel but even I have limits,” Wesley said, both guns aimed at Angel’s chest. “Perhaps you could oblige us before my finger slips…”
Angel cleared his throat again.
“If you go into the woods tonight…” he began.
About bleedin’ time!
“… you won’t believe your eyes…” the song continued.
Spike was surprised at the choice, considering the lyrics. Wes didn’t seem too impressed either. He’d gone white as a sheet. Probably remembering his own abused childhood…
“If you go into the woods tonight, you’re sure of a big surprise…” Angel continued.
Lorne gasped.
“Heard enough?” Spike asked.
Lorne opened his mouth to answer. He never managed to get the words out.
Wesley had fired!
Spike spun around to face Angel.
“NO!!!” Spike cried as he watched Angel crumple to the ground.
“He’s clean,” Lorne announced.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
**********************