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Chapter 110
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: 4 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 110
Pylea - same time, same place
**************
Wesley cleared his throat.
“I don’t think a few more minutes will hurt.”
He most certainly didn’t want to be the one to ask them to stop. In any case, he doubted they’d pay him any attention if he did ask them to desist.
“My heart goes out to them both,” Lorne said, perching on the hood where no doubt he had a good view of both their surroundings and the two vampires.
“Oh?” Fred said.
“This will be the third - or is it the fourth? - time that Spike has lost him, poor baby.”
“But how is that possible?” Fred asked. “I know they were together in the nineteenth century and you told me before that Angel left when he was cursed by the gypsies, and I assume you’re counting when Spike was thrown back in time leaving the other Angel in the year 2004, but how do you make this the fourth time?”
“Angel was cursed in 1898,” Wesley said, “but he and Spike were reunited in 1900 in China only to be separated again shortly thereafter. The next time they met up was in Sunnydale in 1997…”
“Oh no, Sweetie, it was in 1942,” Lorne interrupted.
“1942?” Wesley asked. “Surely not?”
“Remember the dear depraved Captain Lawson,” Lorne elaborated. “Spike was on board that sub. Didn’t he ever tell you about it?”
“Er… no, I don’t believe either Spike or Angel ever mentioned it,” Wesley said.
Of course, the whole incident made a lot more sense now. Wesley had always wondered what had led Angel to take the mission in the first place: Spike’s name must have been in the dossier he was shown by the Initiative when they first approached him.
“Spike and Angel were on a submarine during World War Two?” Fred asked. “You’re kidding?”
“No, I’m afraid not, Poppet. Spike and some other vamps were taken prisoner and kept as lab rats by a pseudo-military unit of psychotic researchers calling themselves the Demon Research Initiative. They got their kicks torturing demons - all in the name of science. I shudder just to think of what they did to poor Spike…”
“Spike was tortured on a submarine?” Fred asked.
“Well not then, admittedly, Poppet. When was it, Wes? Fifty years later?”
“Fifty seven to be precise.”
“But where does the submarine fit in?” Fred asked, becoming more confused by the minute.
“The vampires were being shipped to America for ‘experimentation’,” Wesley said. “They managed to escape their bonds, killing most of the crew and trapping the vessel on the ocean floor in the process. Angel was recruited to go and rescue the remaining members of the crew and to deliver the U-boat into the Allies’ hands.”
“But why did they need Angel? Why couldn’t they send one of their own people?”
“The submarine was trapped at too great a depth for mortal men to survive the dive and, even supposing it were possible, their chances of being able to subdue the vampires who’d taken control of the vessel were slim at best. Angel was lowered to the ocean floor and entered the vessel via one of the torpedo tubes.”
“Oh,” Fred said.
She frowned.
“I assume he was successful?”
“Yes and no, Sweetie,” Lorne replied. “The only crew member - Lawson - who knew how to drive the boat was mortally wounded…”
Lorne began to pale visibly, his distaste at the image he was creating evident for all to see.
“Angel turned Lawson,” Wesley said, picking up the story.
“You mean he made him into a vampire?”
Wesley nodded.
“Oh, that’s terrible!” Fred exclaimed.
“I’m afraid it was necessary,” Wesley said, “or they’d all have perished.”
Wesley paused to allow Fred to process what he’d just said. He wasn’t sure she’d agree with Angel’s reasoning. She eventually nodded and he continued.
“Somehow Angel persuaded Lawson to bring the boat to the surface whereupon Angel allowed Lawson - and presumably Spike - to swim to shore before the authorities arrived to pick up the remaining survivors.”
“But Lawson was a vampire,” Fred said. “Why would Angel let him go? Wouldn’t Lawson end up killing more people than Angel had just saved?”
“Quite,” Wesley said.
The same thought had occurred to him but when Angel had told him the story he’d chosen not to call him on it. Angel must have had his reasons and he’d learned over the years to trust him.
“It was a bit more complicated than that, Sweetie,” Lorne interjected. “Lawson was the first - and, as far as we know, the only - person Angel has ever turned since he got his soul back…”
It seemed Lorne had come to the same conclusion as he had.
“I believe he hoped that the resultant vampire might also have some capacity for goodness,” Wesley speculated.
“And we all know how well that worked out,” Lorne added with a chuckle.
“Huh?”
“We met up with him a couple of years from now, Poppet.”
Fred frowned.
“He’d been keeping tabs on his sire’s ‘career’…”
“Following Angel’s progress in his path to redemption…”
“Seems he wasn’t big on the forgiveness and forgetting,” Lorne continued. “Lawson’s idea on looking up his maker was to torture all of us.”
“Lorne!” Wesley warned. He didn’t want to upset Fred with the graphic details. She’d had enough to deal with in this world without worrying about what the future held in store.
“Does ‘us’ include me?” she asked.
Lorne nodded.
“Trust me, Poppet, you don’t want to know.”
Fred swallowed.
“Okay,” she said, looking thoughtful once more, “but getting back to Spike, that doesn’t really count. You can’t include it as one of the times Spike’s lost Angel.”
“Oh, I wasn’t,” Lorne said.
“Then was there another time when they were together and subsequently parted? My goodness!”
“That depends,” Lorne said, “on whether they were ever reunited in Sunnydale. I wasn’t there, Honey…”
“Neither was I,” Wesley said, “but I’d say ‘not’.”
After all, as far as he knew from Mr Giles, Spike was devoted to Drusilla at that time and, of course, by then Angel had already fallen in love with Buffy.
“The way Spike tells it, poor babe, he was heartbroken when he discovered Angel had taken up with the Slayer.”
So, Spike had never gotten over Angel. Just as Wesley had suspected.
“You mean Buffy?” Fred asked.
Wesley nodded.
“Just checking,” she said. “Faith came later?”
“Yes but she and Angel were never…”
Wesley searched for the right phrase.
“… romantically involved,” he finally settled for. He’d never been certain whether they’d actually slept together that time Angel had faked losing his soul. “Besides, Spike and Drusilla had left Sunnydale for South America by the time she arrived.”
“So, Spike was the one who left on that occasion, not Angel,” Fred said.
“Technically, yes…”
“There was a bit more to it, Sweetie. It wasn’t Angel he left but Angelus except it wasn’t the Angelus he remembered from before. This one was insane… Oops! Here they come.”
Lorne hopped into the back seat of Angel’s car.
“I’ve missed this old jalopy,” he said, squeezing into the space on Fred’s other side, sandwiching her between himself and Wesley.
Wesley glanced over his shoulder to see Angel and Spike walking toward them hand in hand. Angel wore his usual frown but Spike was grinning from ear to ear.
“Who’s insane?” Spike asked, nearing the car.
“Er… that would be me, Pumpkin. If I don’t get the Hell out of here in the next five minutes…”
“I’m sorry,” Angel mumbled as he walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side. “I… er… we… er…”
“… I’m gonna go crazy...” Lorne concluded.
Angel climbed in.
“Okay, don’t get yer knickers in a twist, Kermit,” Spike said, jumping into the front seat next to Angel. “What’s keeping you, Wes? Thought you’d have that mojo all juiced up and raring to go by now.”
Wesley smiled and began to read the incantation…
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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: 4 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 110
Pylea - same time, same place
**************
Wesley cleared his throat.
“I don’t think a few more minutes will hurt.”
He most certainly didn’t want to be the one to ask them to stop. In any case, he doubted they’d pay him any attention if he did ask them to desist.
“My heart goes out to them both,” Lorne said, perching on the hood where no doubt he had a good view of both their surroundings and the two vampires.
“Oh?” Fred said.
“This will be the third - or is it the fourth? - time that Spike has lost him, poor baby.”
“But how is that possible?” Fred asked. “I know they were together in the nineteenth century and you told me before that Angel left when he was cursed by the gypsies, and I assume you’re counting when Spike was thrown back in time leaving the other Angel in the year 2004, but how do you make this the fourth time?”
“Angel was cursed in 1898,” Wesley said, “but he and Spike were reunited in 1900 in China only to be separated again shortly thereafter. The next time they met up was in Sunnydale in 1997…”
“Oh no, Sweetie, it was in 1942,” Lorne interrupted.
“1942?” Wesley asked. “Surely not?”
“Remember the dear depraved Captain Lawson,” Lorne elaborated. “Spike was on board that sub. Didn’t he ever tell you about it?”
“Er… no, I don’t believe either Spike or Angel ever mentioned it,” Wesley said.
Of course, the whole incident made a lot more sense now. Wesley had always wondered what had led Angel to take the mission in the first place: Spike’s name must have been in the dossier he was shown by the Initiative when they first approached him.
“Spike and Angel were on a submarine during World War Two?” Fred asked. “You’re kidding?”
“No, I’m afraid not, Poppet. Spike and some other vamps were taken prisoner and kept as lab rats by a pseudo-military unit of psychotic researchers calling themselves the Demon Research Initiative. They got their kicks torturing demons - all in the name of science. I shudder just to think of what they did to poor Spike…”
“Spike was tortured on a submarine?” Fred asked.
“Well not then, admittedly, Poppet. When was it, Wes? Fifty years later?”
“Fifty seven to be precise.”
“But where does the submarine fit in?” Fred asked, becoming more confused by the minute.
“The vampires were being shipped to America for ‘experimentation’,” Wesley said. “They managed to escape their bonds, killing most of the crew and trapping the vessel on the ocean floor in the process. Angel was recruited to go and rescue the remaining members of the crew and to deliver the U-boat into the Allies’ hands.”
“But why did they need Angel? Why couldn’t they send one of their own people?”
“The submarine was trapped at too great a depth for mortal men to survive the dive and, even supposing it were possible, their chances of being able to subdue the vampires who’d taken control of the vessel were slim at best. Angel was lowered to the ocean floor and entered the vessel via one of the torpedo tubes.”
“Oh,” Fred said.
She frowned.
“I assume he was successful?”
“Yes and no, Sweetie,” Lorne replied. “The only crew member - Lawson - who knew how to drive the boat was mortally wounded…”
Lorne began to pale visibly, his distaste at the image he was creating evident for all to see.
“Angel turned Lawson,” Wesley said, picking up the story.
“You mean he made him into a vampire?”
Wesley nodded.
“Oh, that’s terrible!” Fred exclaimed.
“I’m afraid it was necessary,” Wesley said, “or they’d all have perished.”
Wesley paused to allow Fred to process what he’d just said. He wasn’t sure she’d agree with Angel’s reasoning. She eventually nodded and he continued.
“Somehow Angel persuaded Lawson to bring the boat to the surface whereupon Angel allowed Lawson - and presumably Spike - to swim to shore before the authorities arrived to pick up the remaining survivors.”
“But Lawson was a vampire,” Fred said. “Why would Angel let him go? Wouldn’t Lawson end up killing more people than Angel had just saved?”
“Quite,” Wesley said.
The same thought had occurred to him but when Angel had told him the story he’d chosen not to call him on it. Angel must have had his reasons and he’d learned over the years to trust him.
“It was a bit more complicated than that, Sweetie,” Lorne interjected. “Lawson was the first - and, as far as we know, the only - person Angel has ever turned since he got his soul back…”
It seemed Lorne had come to the same conclusion as he had.
“I believe he hoped that the resultant vampire might also have some capacity for goodness,” Wesley speculated.
“And we all know how well that worked out,” Lorne added with a chuckle.
“Huh?”
“We met up with him a couple of years from now, Poppet.”
Fred frowned.
“He’d been keeping tabs on his sire’s ‘career’…”
“Following Angel’s progress in his path to redemption…”
“Seems he wasn’t big on the forgiveness and forgetting,” Lorne continued. “Lawson’s idea on looking up his maker was to torture all of us.”
“Lorne!” Wesley warned. He didn’t want to upset Fred with the graphic details. She’d had enough to deal with in this world without worrying about what the future held in store.
“Does ‘us’ include me?” she asked.
Lorne nodded.
“Trust me, Poppet, you don’t want to know.”
Fred swallowed.
“Okay,” she said, looking thoughtful once more, “but getting back to Spike, that doesn’t really count. You can’t include it as one of the times Spike’s lost Angel.”
“Oh, I wasn’t,” Lorne said.
“Then was there another time when they were together and subsequently parted? My goodness!”
“That depends,” Lorne said, “on whether they were ever reunited in Sunnydale. I wasn’t there, Honey…”
“Neither was I,” Wesley said, “but I’d say ‘not’.”
After all, as far as he knew from Mr Giles, Spike was devoted to Drusilla at that time and, of course, by then Angel had already fallen in love with Buffy.
“The way Spike tells it, poor babe, he was heartbroken when he discovered Angel had taken up with the Slayer.”
So, Spike had never gotten over Angel. Just as Wesley had suspected.
“You mean Buffy?” Fred asked.
Wesley nodded.
“Just checking,” she said. “Faith came later?”
“Yes but she and Angel were never…”
Wesley searched for the right phrase.
“… romantically involved,” he finally settled for. He’d never been certain whether they’d actually slept together that time Angel had faked losing his soul. “Besides, Spike and Drusilla had left Sunnydale for South America by the time she arrived.”
“So, Spike was the one who left on that occasion, not Angel,” Fred said.
“Technically, yes…”
“There was a bit more to it, Sweetie. It wasn’t Angel he left but Angelus except it wasn’t the Angelus he remembered from before. This one was insane… Oops! Here they come.”
Lorne hopped into the back seat of Angel’s car.
“I’ve missed this old jalopy,” he said, squeezing into the space on Fred’s other side, sandwiching her between himself and Wesley.
Wesley glanced over his shoulder to see Angel and Spike walking toward them hand in hand. Angel wore his usual frown but Spike was grinning from ear to ear.
“Who’s insane?” Spike asked, nearing the car.
“Er… that would be me, Pumpkin. If I don’t get the Hell out of here in the next five minutes…”
“I’m sorry,” Angel mumbled as he walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side. “I… er… we… er…”
“… I’m gonna go crazy...” Lorne concluded.
Angel climbed in.
“Okay, don’t get yer knickers in a twist, Kermit,” Spike said, jumping into the front seat next to Angel. “What’s keeping you, Wes? Thought you’d have that mojo all juiced up and raring to go by now.”
Wesley smiled and began to read the incantation…
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