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Chapter 107
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: 1 April 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 107
The woods beyond the village - a couple of hours later
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“So, tell me, Wesley,” Angel began, stepping over a tree root as he guided Fred through the undergrowth, “why exactly did you shoot me in the heart?”
“It appeared to be the quickest way to get the drug into your blood system,” Wesley replied.
Angel didn’t buy that for one moment. Wesley knew as well as he did that a vampire has no circulation.
“And the most painful.”
“I’m sorry, Angel, truly I am.”
Angel couldn’t put his finger on why but it was obvious Wesley had an ulterior motive.
“Are you sure it wasn’t because you thought you were using the gun with the special bullets?”
Fred gasped.
“Good Lord, no! I only intended to use the C19 as a last resort.”
Angel remained unconvinced.
“Hmph!”
“Give it a rest, Luv,” Spike said, catching up with the others. “You’re okay. He’s said he’s sorry. What more do you want - a bleedin’ fruit basket?”
Some recognition that his life had been on the line would have been a start but maybe none of them actually cared what happened to him. They knew their Angel would turn up sooner or later and then he’d be nothing but a distant memory. Why should they be concerned about him in the short term? Except for Spike…
“Why C19?” Fred asked, turning to Wesley. “Were there eighteen unsuccessful attempts at developing a… suitable… bullet?”
“Several, yes,” Wesley replied, “although I don’t believe it was as many as eighteen. “The Watchers’ Council have developed a number of different projectile weapons over the years. Each has it’s own designation. The C19 fires both 9 mm carbon-tipped bullets and the regular kind.”
“So the ‘C’ doesn’t refer to the carbon?”
“Actually, it stands for Council.”
“Then why not use the ‘W’ as well?” Fred asked. “Oh, p’rhaps not…”
“Hah!” Spike exclaimed.
Angel felt a sharp jab in the ribs.
“Hey!” he exclaimed.
“You were supposed to laugh,” Spike said.
“I don’t feel like laughing.”
“It wouldn’t hurt, once in a while, you know. You should try it sometime.”
“I expect that wound still smarts, doesn’t it, Angelcakes,” Lorne asked, coming to walk alongside him and Spike.
“Nah, it healed hours ago,” Spike said. “He’s just in one of his grouchy moods.”
“And you wouldn’t be, if someone had tried to kill you?” Angel said.
He’d expected sympathy from Spike at least.
“I keep telling you, Pet, no one was trying to kill you. All Wes wanted to do was render you unconscious before you had a chance to kill us all. I thought you’d be glad he was trying to save the world from Angelus’s mythic viciousness - that was how you described it, wasn’t it, Wes?”
“I’m sorry, Spike, what was that? I didn’t quite catch…”
Wesley and Fred had fallen some way behind them.
“Never mind, Pet. Angel’s forgotten what happened last time he lost his soul…”
Wesley and Fred were hurrying to catch up.
“Duck!” Spike warned as Wesley was about to bump into a low-hanging branch.
“No, I haven’t,” Angel protested.
He remembered only too well. How could he ever forget how close he came to killing the woman he loved?
“I doubt that’s something he’ll ever forget,” Wesley said. “Am I right, Angel?”
“Yes,” Angel found himself answering. “I think about it every day. Sometimes it’s all I can think about. You don’t know what it’s like. You can’t ever know the extent of my guilt or the depth of my remorse. And, you can’t know just how terrified I am that one day it’ll happen again. I never want to put any of you through that… I’d rather be dead and gone than take the risk.”
He couldn’t bear to lose Cordy or Doyle - they were family - and he was already becoming quite fond of Fred and Lorne. Even Wesley had his good points, not that he’d be in any hurry to admit it.
Spike was right: Wesley had been acting in their best interests. Angel knew he should never have taken the risk in the first place, whatever Lorne’s reading. He shouldn’t have allowed himself one moment’s happiness with Spike, even if it might be his last.
He had to get away…
“I’ll meet you at the car,” he said, and took off through the forest.
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“You should go after him, Sweetie,” Lorne said. “He’s hurting.”
“Nah, he’s best left to his own devices when he’s like this,” Spike replied.
Truth was he didn’t know what comfort he could offer Angel right now.
“You do believe me, don’t you, Spike?” Wesley began. “The last thing I wanted to do was to kill Angel, even if he had turned.”
“I know, Pet. That’s not what’s bothering him.”
Angel was afraid. He was afraid of returning home…
“He needs you, Honey,” Lorne said. “He may not have much time. Don’t let him spend it alone. You’ll never forgive yourself.”
Lorne was probably right. He usually was…
******************
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: 1 April 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 107
The woods beyond the village - a couple of hours later
**************
“So, tell me, Wesley,” Angel began, stepping over a tree root as he guided Fred through the undergrowth, “why exactly did you shoot me in the heart?”
“It appeared to be the quickest way to get the drug into your blood system,” Wesley replied.
Angel didn’t buy that for one moment. Wesley knew as well as he did that a vampire has no circulation.
“And the most painful.”
“I’m sorry, Angel, truly I am.”
Angel couldn’t put his finger on why but it was obvious Wesley had an ulterior motive.
“Are you sure it wasn’t because you thought you were using the gun with the special bullets?”
Fred gasped.
“Good Lord, no! I only intended to use the C19 as a last resort.”
Angel remained unconvinced.
“Hmph!”
“Give it a rest, Luv,” Spike said, catching up with the others. “You’re okay. He’s said he’s sorry. What more do you want - a bleedin’ fruit basket?”
Some recognition that his life had been on the line would have been a start but maybe none of them actually cared what happened to him. They knew their Angel would turn up sooner or later and then he’d be nothing but a distant memory. Why should they be concerned about him in the short term? Except for Spike…
“Why C19?” Fred asked, turning to Wesley. “Were there eighteen unsuccessful attempts at developing a… suitable… bullet?”
“Several, yes,” Wesley replied, “although I don’t believe it was as many as eighteen. “The Watchers’ Council have developed a number of different projectile weapons over the years. Each has it’s own designation. The C19 fires both 9 mm carbon-tipped bullets and the regular kind.”
“So the ‘C’ doesn’t refer to the carbon?”
“Actually, it stands for Council.”
“Then why not use the ‘W’ as well?” Fred asked. “Oh, p’rhaps not…”
“Hah!” Spike exclaimed.
Angel felt a sharp jab in the ribs.
“Hey!” he exclaimed.
“You were supposed to laugh,” Spike said.
“I don’t feel like laughing.”
“It wouldn’t hurt, once in a while, you know. You should try it sometime.”
“I expect that wound still smarts, doesn’t it, Angelcakes,” Lorne asked, coming to walk alongside him and Spike.
“Nah, it healed hours ago,” Spike said. “He’s just in one of his grouchy moods.”
“And you wouldn’t be, if someone had tried to kill you?” Angel said.
He’d expected sympathy from Spike at least.
“I keep telling you, Pet, no one was trying to kill you. All Wes wanted to do was render you unconscious before you had a chance to kill us all. I thought you’d be glad he was trying to save the world from Angelus’s mythic viciousness - that was how you described it, wasn’t it, Wes?”
“I’m sorry, Spike, what was that? I didn’t quite catch…”
Wesley and Fred had fallen some way behind them.
“Never mind, Pet. Angel’s forgotten what happened last time he lost his soul…”
Wesley and Fred were hurrying to catch up.
“Duck!” Spike warned as Wesley was about to bump into a low-hanging branch.
“No, I haven’t,” Angel protested.
He remembered only too well. How could he ever forget how close he came to killing the woman he loved?
“I doubt that’s something he’ll ever forget,” Wesley said. “Am I right, Angel?”
“Yes,” Angel found himself answering. “I think about it every day. Sometimes it’s all I can think about. You don’t know what it’s like. You can’t ever know the extent of my guilt or the depth of my remorse. And, you can’t know just how terrified I am that one day it’ll happen again. I never want to put any of you through that… I’d rather be dead and gone than take the risk.”
He couldn’t bear to lose Cordy or Doyle - they were family - and he was already becoming quite fond of Fred and Lorne. Even Wesley had his good points, not that he’d be in any hurry to admit it.
Spike was right: Wesley had been acting in their best interests. Angel knew he should never have taken the risk in the first place, whatever Lorne’s reading. He shouldn’t have allowed himself one moment’s happiness with Spike, even if it might be his last.
He had to get away…
“I’ll meet you at the car,” he said, and took off through the forest.
****************
“You should go after him, Sweetie,” Lorne said. “He’s hurting.”
“Nah, he’s best left to his own devices when he’s like this,” Spike replied.
Truth was he didn’t know what comfort he could offer Angel right now.
“You do believe me, don’t you, Spike?” Wesley began. “The last thing I wanted to do was to kill Angel, even if he had turned.”
“I know, Pet. That’s not what’s bothering him.”
Angel was afraid. He was afraid of returning home…
“He needs you, Honey,” Lorne said. “He may not have much time. Don’t let him spend it alone. You’ll never forgive yourself.”
Lorne was probably right. He usually was…
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