Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name. chap 5

Author: Purpledodah (find me on lj, username purpledodah)
Fandom: Ats human AU.
Pairing: S/A W/X
Rating will be nc17
Disclaimer: Not mine, they got of at my bus stop.
Warnings: m/m slash. Angst, some violence and drug abuse.
Summary: Angel is a homeless street kid, Spike is a New York cop.

This was written for a challenge set by katsa db lover over on strip off angel


Many thanks to rockstarpeach for the super fast beta, sablerose2 for the help with Dru, and w6c who did some research for me.


Chapter 5

Spike finished his cocoa, even fishing out the odd marshmallow or four and fed them to Gabe. “Come on boy, bed time” he smiled as when he stood, Gabe followed him to the bedroom, watching intently from the doorway to the bathroom as Spike stripped, washed, and then brushed his teeth. “Hope you don’t mind Gabe, but I sleep naked” a waggy tail seemed to say that was fine. Spike climbed in bed, patting the end for Gabe to jump up, which he did, though a bit awkwardly.

Spike thought he would lay awake for ages, he didn’t mind, he wanted to remember his Princess. So he was surprised to be woken by the alarm clock going off. Gabe was still curled up fast asleep by his feet, but he woke as soon as Spike moved to get up. The pup stretched and yawned, before jumping off the bed to follow Spike. Spike walked naked to the back door, opening it and shooing a startled Gabe out, and shutting it fast. He watched through the window as Gabe peed, then pawed the door to come back in. He opened the door just enough to let him in. “Good boy Gabe” the pup danced about happy at the praise, and Spike kneeled down to make a fuss of him. Next he put more food on a plate. “Sit Gabe” Gabe whimpered, but when Spike held up a finger he sat. Spike placed the food down, musing someone had part trained the pup, so why throw him out like that? Spike left him eating, while he went and got in the shower. When Spike emerged, Gabe was sat in the doorway, tail wagging. “Good boy”. Gabe wagged faster and followed Spike as he got dressed and had toast for breakfast and a big mug of tea.
“Now I got to go out little fella, but uncle Wes is gonna come and sit with you while I go choose coffins and services and flowers. All the sort of stuff I really don’t wanna do, but have too.” The doorbell buzzed, so he went down and opened the door. Xander was with Wes.
Spike led the way back upstairs. Once there he got engulfed in a Xander hug. He gave up the struggle, and let it happen. Once he’d done it he knew Xan would go back to being hands off.
“Spike. Gee, lost for words. Very un Xanman. But lucky for you.” Spike smiled sadly and patted Xan’s shoulder.
He looked around for Gabe, he was gone. “Gabe” he called, a little whimper from the living room. Spike went and got him, he was behind the couch. “Hey, you are supposed to be a big ferocious dog, not hiding behind the couch.”
Xander Awwed. “He’s so cute” he stroked Gabe’s back, and let him sniff his hand.
Spike put Gabe back on the floor, and watched as Gabe sniffed Xander’s shoes. “Oi, he’s handsome, a manly dog, not a cute one”.
Xander laughed. “Oh well I’m allowed as Uncle to call him cute, and bring him prezzies” Xander passed Spike a soft fleece blanket “For his bed” he explained as he crouched down with a tennis ball in one hand and a battered old teddy in the other. Poor Gabe didn’t know which one to go for first, but when Xander rolled the ball, he was off woofing and wagging his tail, paws slipping on the wooden floor as he chased the ball and brought it back, dropping it in front of Spike.
“He knows who his Dad is then” Xander smirked, Wes groaned and Spike bent down to take the ball and roll it again.

“He’ll be alright with you both? No teaching him x rated stuff, he’s just a baby” Spike teased as he went out the door, loving the blush on Wesley’s face.
“Scout’s honour, I’ll wait till Gabe falls asleep to grope Wes” Xander was sat on the floor now playing with Gabe.
Spike left shaking his head and smiling. Xander had been good for Wes, and his sense of fun stopped Wes being so ‘proper’.


Spike found choosing things difficult at the best of times. So he was surprised when he had no trouble in knowing what too choose for Dru. He just knew which coffin she would love, the ebony black one, carved with roses. Same with the flowers, blood red roses and baby’s breath, she had hated lilies. He opted for supplying songs for the funeral himself, he had an idea which ones he wanted.
Spike signed papers, paid a deposit. All they had too do now was wait for the coroner too release her body. The funeral director promised to ring the coroner, get an idea of when so he could give Spike a clue when they could possibly hold the funeral service.

Spike drove home, amazed it had been so simple to sort out. The only thing apart from the songs he had to find was whatever he wanted Dru too wear for the last time. Not that that was a difficult choice, Dru had loved long dresses, and her closet was full of them. But she had one she favoured the most, it came out for anniversaries and special occasions when it was just her and Spike. The black and red number never got too stay on her long. She would smile that smile, flutter her lashes and Spike would take her into his arms, perhaps they would manage a dance or two, but the zipper always got pulled down, the dress discarded, although the stockings would stay on, and often the shoes while they made love for hours.

Spike was home before he knew it, lost in memories as he drove. As he parked up he noticed someone on the corner near his door. A closer look and he realised it was Angel. He sucked in a breath, he had hoped the kid would come and see him. As he parked up he noticed Doyle too. Angel and Doyle seemed to be arguing. He got out of his truck and walked over to them careful of the snow on the sidewalk.
“You two alright?” he asked, smirking as Angel jumped and blushed.
“Oh Hi man, we were just coming too see you” Doyle told him, wincing as Angel kicked him. Doyle was battered and bruised, new injuries he had not had yesterday.
“I’m sorry Sir, I just wanted to drop this off” he held up the envelope that contained the picture. “Don’t want to disturb you or anything, just you know?”
Spike knew, people would either be annoying with their helpfulness or mysterious by their absence. Curious he took the envelope from Angel, gasping when he pulled the picture out.
“This is…. Bloody hell…. Did you do this pet?” he asked Angel when he saw the ‘A’ signature and griffon.
“Course he did, kid’s got real talent” Doyle huffed.
“Doyle, I can answer for myself.”
Spike smiled, he couldn’t help but like these two. And despite knowing that Wes would yell at him, he invited them up for tea. “Want to know about this talent kid” he told Angel.
Angel really didn’t want too impose, but Spike’s smile won him over. And he found himself following Spike’s sexy arse up the stairs. Black denim should be banned he thought, trying not to get turned on at the sight.

Spike opened the upper door, it was completely silent, he put his fingers to his lips and Angel and Doyle nodded. Spike crept in, then burst out laughing. Wes and Xander were curled up on the couch together, and Gabe was wrapped in the fleecy blanket, and on top of Wes, Wesley’s hand cradling the pup from one side, and Xander's was protectively over Wes and the pup.
The pup lifted it’s head up, then ran as fast as it could too Spike, Wes was flustered and embarrassed and Xander just grinned. Spike picked up the pup.
“Aww was Uncle Wes doing some bonding then?”
“No. It was the only way to stop the evil creature whining after you. As soon as he noticed you had gone he lay by the door crying”.
“Spike it was so pitiful, poor little guy has fallen for you” Xander told him yawning and stretching, then noticing two strangers in the doorway. “Um hi guys” he said.
Wes looked in the doorway, recognised Angel from yesterday. “Spike? Care to explain?”
Spike sighed. He handed Wes the picture. “Kid was just going to put this in the letterbox when I drove up”
Wes swallowed “Good Lord, this is….” He looked at Spike, knowing this was what had happened yesterday. “She looks so serene” he whispered.
“Yeah, she did, and even… well she went with a smile on her face Wes, thanks ta this kid here. So if it’s all the same to you, I asked them up for a cup of tea before they either froze or did a runner. You don’t have to stay if your not comfortable with this Wes.” Spike turned away walking towards the kitchen, Wesley’s hand on his arm stopped him.
“That is not what I meant. I just… Is now a good time? You have spent the morning arranging a funeral”.
Spike tilted his head. “Done all I can for Dru right now Wes, Angel here spoke to her, I’d like to know what she said.”
Wes blushed. “Then perhaps we should leave you too it, I’m sorry I did not realise”.
“Wes ya great pillock, ya me partner, I know ya just tryin ta look out fer me”
“You’re a cop too?” Doyle asked Wes getting a dirty look from Angel.
“Yeah he is, and a damn good one, make me look good hangin’ round with ‘im” Spike answered before Wesley could, filling the kettle with water as he spoke, the pup at his feet.
Doyle gave Angel a shifty look. Angel sighed. Spike gave up. “You two gonna tell me what’s with the bruises?”
“Can we trust him? Like Dru said to trust you?” Doyle asked Spike.
“Shit kid, I’d say trust him more than ya can trust me. Why?” He pointed to chairs round the table, they all sat.

Spike made the tea, Angel watched him from under his lashes as Doyle tried to form the right words. “I got beat up last night, raped and shit” Xander gasped. Wes and Spike had his undivided attention.
Doyle ploughed on. “I’m no saint, not pretending I’m worth saving at all, no sir. But Angel? Kids a pure innocent, and me being in trouble could get him hurt” Doyle looked meaningfully at Spike. “If the kid new certain things, he’ll wind up dead”.
“You want to tell me these things?” Spike asked him.
“Think I best had sir, tried every way I can” Doyle answered, Wes and Spike nodded.
“Xan pet? You still need a hand getting stuff moved around at your place?”
“Actually I do, Wes just hasn’t got the muscles needed”
Spike snorted. “If you didn’t shag him every time he moved he might” Spike told Xan, Xan chuckled, agreeing with him.
“Angel? This is my very good friend Xander Harris, he often has stuff needs moving. Do you think you could go and help him, while I see if me and Wes here can help your friend?” yeah way too go Spike dead subtle.
Angel looked at Doyle. He knew he was being got rid of, in a way it was a relief. Doyle was finally going to see if he could get help.
“Go Kiddo, I’ll be fine” Doyle smiled at Angel, Angel ducked his head.
“Just as long as stuff really needs moving, or I’d rather go wait somewhere.”
Xander smiled. “Oh stuff, lots of heavy needs a real man to move kinda stuff needs moving. You are going to be busy young man. Hope you are as strong as you look. In fact there is so much stuff I need help with you might be missing a month” Xander told him.
“Don’t worry Angel, I’ll send in a rescue party at dinner time. Actually I won’t need too, Xander’s belly will bring him out in search of food” Wes smiled at the nervous young man.
Xan put an arm around Angel’s shoulders and hauled him off to work. “Just for that you don’t get any kisses” he told Wes. “But we get to raid the biscuit barrel” he told Angel in a not so quiet whisper.

Spike smirked. “There go the jaffa cakes Wes” he said as he poured tea for the three of them left.
Wes sighed. “I shall just have to steal yours”.
“So Doyle, just how bad are you hurt? Need patching up before we start?” Spike had noticed Doyle was not sitting back, and he kept wincing.
“I was whipped, had me goolies tied up tight and raped till I tore, had worse, I’ll live” Doyle was so matter of fact about it, Spike cringed.
“Let me see ya back” he stood behind Doyle, and when Doyle shrugged off his thin coat Spike lifted his shirt, and drew in a sharp breath.
“This needs cleaning properly. Right after you tell us whatever it is, you get in my shower or I take ya the clinic” Wes looked too, grimaced, and agreed with Spike. Spike and Wes both actually had trained in first aid, Spike was just more of a natural at it and Wes would rather have Spike patch him up than anyone else.
“Man I’ll do anything long as you can keep Angel safe for me” Doyle sounded and looked sincere.
“What is it with you two? Lovers? Family or what?” Spike asked. He had promised himself to help Angel now, that made the kid ‘his’. He felt a stupid pang of jealousy, what did it matter what they meant to each other? His gut told him it mattered.
“Our Mums where best friends, mine gave up on me, I was always a bad lad. Anyway me mam dies, Angel’s mum looks for me, find’s me on the streets. From then on I always had somewhere safe ta go ya know? Get clean clothes or a shower and a hot meal. I’d babysit for her now and than if she worked an extra shift. One day a cop knocks on the door, she’d been ran over and killed. Long story short. The powers that be want to take Cathy, Angel’s kid sister inta care, said he’d have ta fend fer his self, seeing as he was 18 like.
Angel and Cathy were having none of it, neither was I, so they come and live in my squat with me.” Doyle stopped to drink his tea.
Spike and Wes though appalled had heard tales like this before.
Doyle carried on. “Angel is like me own flesh and blood, he’s all I got that’s good”.
“Where’s Cathy”
“Dead. Died New Years Day a year ago. She was always sickly. Chest infections, bronchitis. Thing is we couldn’t afford her medicine. Angel drew portraits and stuff, made what he could, I sold my arse, worked overtime for me pimp. Wasn’t enough. I borrowed the money from me pimp, just cant ever seem ta pay him back. Got worse last year when they both caught hypothermia. Cathy died, Angel nearly did, he’s still not quite right, never warm enough, or eats enough.” Doyle wiped his nose on his sleeve, drank more tea, then carried on. “Anyway, I had to borrow more money for meds for the two of em. The interest is sky high, not content with making me sell me arse the bastard has me hooked on his drugs, gets me to test each batch like a soddin lab rat.” He sniffed. “He’s put the repayment price up. He wants Angel. He knows were we squat down, I got no one I can trust ta keep the kid safe. If I don’t give him Angel in two day’s I’m dead. Last night was just a warning.” Tears ran down Doyle’s face. “Angel is a virgin, never been with anyone, too busy lookin’ out fer his sister, and grievin’ her. He won’t last five minutes, soon as I take him round they’ll have the kid on drugs, then rape him. That’s what the Master does. Help me save ‘im, please? I’m beggin ya” Doyle hid his face in his hands, Spike put a wad of tissue in Doyle’s hand.
Wes looked at Spike. Spike quirked a brow. They had been trying to bring the Master down for ages. Only problem was they had no idea who he was, just he was one of the biggest drug manufacturers and suppliers. Everything kept leading them back to this name ‘The Master’ but so far no one had squealed on who or where he was.
“Doyle do you know anything we could use against the Master?” Wes asked him.
Doyle nodded. “Yeah, sometimes I’m a runner. I know where he makes his stuff. The pimp thing is just a cover. I know shipment days, where he lives, who he supplies. You get Angel safe and I’ll give you everything”.
“And what about you?” Spike asked softly.
“Don’t give a shit about me, I’m a worthless junkie whore. Just save Angel”.
“I don’t think somehow Angel would agree with that. Let me make a call, I won’t mention no names but this is big, too big too do without back up. Do you understand that?” Spike told him.
“Yeah I get that. But I don’t trust just anyone with my Angel, do you understand me?”
Spike nodded. Already working a plan out in his head. “Got ya kid. Does this ‘master ‘ guy know Angel as any other name?”
Doyle shook his head. “Angel’s name is Liam Angelus O’Connor. Only other people that knew that are dead, everyone knows him as Angel.”

Spike nodded relived “Now you come with me, I’ll show ya the bathroom, you get acquainted with some hot water, while I see what I can do. I’ll keep Angel safe, I promise ya that. No one will touch the kid”.

Spike gave Doyle some clean towels, and shoved him in the bathroom. “Get them wounds as clean as ya can, I’ll put dressings on them when ya done”. Spike had respect for Doyle, managing despite everything to keep Angel safe so long. Couldn’t have been easy. Must have been so hard to come here and ask for help, took guts that did.

Doyle trusted Spike, he had a gut feeling about him, Wes too. It was one of Doyle’s odd talents. Pity he had never heeded his instant mistrust of the ‘Master’ all those years ago, but then he had not come across anyone he could trust back then, and at least he had made enough money to survive back then. And once he was ‘in’ there was no ‘out’.

Wes looked up at Spike. “That was one hell of a promise you just made. How the hell are you going to keep it? We have both seen the results of what this ‘Master’ can do”
“Got a plan Wes. I’m sure the boss will go for it, and I’ll get Lindsay to lie to the press. Simple. Then we get Doyle to spill the beans and plan our move”.