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Chapter 111
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: 10 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 111
Los Angeles
**************
“What’s keeping them?” Cordelia said. “They should have been back by now… shouldn’t they?”
She’d been pacing up and down the lobby for the last thirty minutes. Doyle swore she’d wear the pattern off the floor if she kept it up much longer.
He’d managed to keep her occupied for most of the day getting everything ready for Christmas. They made a pretty good team. Course, he’d done most of the work hanging the decorations but he had to hand it to Cordy: she had a good eye for what should go where. If he said so himself, the end result was gonna knock ’em dead. Pity they hadn’t been able to get a tree though. No one was delivering this close to Christmas and with Angel gone and Spike’s De Soto having developed alternator trouble they had no reliable transport of their own.
Now they were done, Cordy had started to fret about Angel and Spike and it seemed nothing he said could reassure her.
“I don’t know, Darlin’,” he replied, trying to intercept her.
He missed as she side-stepped him and continued on her path toward the foot of the main staircase.
“Hard to say how long it might take ’em to find Fred,” he called after her. “Then, of course, they’d have to find those books whilst avoiding getting caught by the palace guards or those - what did Wes call ’em? Tromli? - priests. And, this time they won’t have a princess’s influence to get them out of trouble…”
“Not helping!” Cordelia said, spinning around to begin her return journey.
“Oh, I knew I should have gone with them,” she said, stamping her foot.
“I doubt it would have made any difference, Darlin’…” he said, moving toward her.
This time he succeeded in stepping into her path and wrapping his arms around her in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. Sure, Angel had been gone nearly forty eight hours but he could take care of himself. There was no need to panic… not just yet.
“What are you saying?” she said, shaking free of his grasp.
She stood facing him, hands on hips.
Uh, oh. Now she was mad at him.
“It’s probably me who should have gone…” he said, apologetically.
“You? Why you? You weren’t even there the first time.”
“True, Darlin’ but I’m the one with the mind-numbing visions. If I understood what Wes was telling us, it was after you had a vision they made you their princess.”
“Pshaw! They could hardly make you their princess, could they?”
“Well no,” Doyle agreed. “Duke p’raps… or maybe prince … I like duke better.”
“And I hardly think that guy… the Groosalug… would have been interested in you.”
“Jeez, I hope not,” Doyle spluttered. “I was thinking more along the lines of some beautiful handmaiden. You know, saving herself for that special someone…”
“Oh you were, were you, Mister?”
Oops! Better make yourself scare, Doyle…
He started to edge toward the door.
“Oh, no you don’t!”
“Don’t what? I wasn’t going anywhere. Cross me heart and hope to die,” he said, crossing himself.
One of these days…
“I know!” he exclaimed as inspiration struck. “Why don’t we go and see Lorne… you know… get him to read us? Maybe he’ll be able to tell us when they get back.”
“If they get back.”
“Oh, now don’t say that, Princess. Not when I was just starting to enjoy the extra company.”
“I thought you said I was all you’ve ever wanted,” she said.
“Oh you are, Darlin’. You are… You’re the woman I’ve been waiting all me life to meet. I didn’t mean it like that.”
She started to smile.
“You really mean that?”
“Yes, Darlin’. Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t,” he replied.
She was closing in on him.
“But let’s face it, Angel’s hardly the life and soul of the party type, now is he?” he continued. “At least since Spike arrived there’s been someone to share a laugh and a pint with.”
“You can be so sweet. You know that don’t you?”
He hoped this was one of those questions you weren’t supposed to answer.
“And, yes, I agree about Spike,” she added. “I like having him around too.”
“So, you wanna go see Lorne?” he asked. “Afterwards we could go to that store you mentioned reading about. Do some last minute Christmas shopping. Who knows, maybe we’ll even find something for the vampire who has everything?”
She laughed.
“You want to buy Angel and Spike a sex toy for Christmas?”
“Jeez, no! I meant that place where everything’s black,” Doyle explained.
On the other hand…
“Oh, I don’t know though. Come to think of it…”
**************
Lorne carefully wrapped the last of his best cocktail glasses in tissue paper, put them in the box and taped the lid shut. It wasn’t that he was particularly fond of the set but he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford to replace them until business picked up. Money was tight and the refit wasn’t going to make things any easier. If only he could persuade Spike to take the stage on a regular basis it might make all the difference.
He carried the box into the store room out back and placed it on top of the stack nearest the door. It wasn’t as if he could get much further into the room if he’d wanted to, the way he’d crammed everything in. He sighed and shut the door behind him, returning to the bar to check he hadn’t missed anything.
He checked his watch before surveying the room: eleven twenty. If he hurried, he could catch the late show at the Gaumont.
Grabbing his hat and trench coat he headed up the stairs to the front door. As he unlocked the door, but before he opened it, he felt a slight breeze. It couldn’t be the air-conditioning: he’d turned it off not ten minutes ago. He hadn’t imagined it, had he?
There it was again.
He turned around and hurried back down to the bar. The breeze was much stronger at the foot of the stairs. Rounding the corner, he saw the air above the stage start to shimmer. Yes, it was definitely going to happen tonight. Aggie had been right.
He glanced at the bar top, wondering if there was something he could have done to protect the surface from flying debris. Too late now: the portal was already opening...
***************
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: 10 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 111
Los Angeles
**************
“What’s keeping them?” Cordelia said. “They should have been back by now… shouldn’t they?”
She’d been pacing up and down the lobby for the last thirty minutes. Doyle swore she’d wear the pattern off the floor if she kept it up much longer.
He’d managed to keep her occupied for most of the day getting everything ready for Christmas. They made a pretty good team. Course, he’d done most of the work hanging the decorations but he had to hand it to Cordy: she had a good eye for what should go where. If he said so himself, the end result was gonna knock ’em dead. Pity they hadn’t been able to get a tree though. No one was delivering this close to Christmas and with Angel gone and Spike’s De Soto having developed alternator trouble they had no reliable transport of their own.
Now they were done, Cordy had started to fret about Angel and Spike and it seemed nothing he said could reassure her.
“I don’t know, Darlin’,” he replied, trying to intercept her.
He missed as she side-stepped him and continued on her path toward the foot of the main staircase.
“Hard to say how long it might take ’em to find Fred,” he called after her. “Then, of course, they’d have to find those books whilst avoiding getting caught by the palace guards or those - what did Wes call ’em? Tromli? - priests. And, this time they won’t have a princess’s influence to get them out of trouble…”
“Not helping!” Cordelia said, spinning around to begin her return journey.
“Oh, I knew I should have gone with them,” she said, stamping her foot.
“I doubt it would have made any difference, Darlin’…” he said, moving toward her.
This time he succeeded in stepping into her path and wrapping his arms around her in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. Sure, Angel had been gone nearly forty eight hours but he could take care of himself. There was no need to panic… not just yet.
“What are you saying?” she said, shaking free of his grasp.
She stood facing him, hands on hips.
Uh, oh. Now she was mad at him.
“It’s probably me who should have gone…” he said, apologetically.
“You? Why you? You weren’t even there the first time.”
“True, Darlin’ but I’m the one with the mind-numbing visions. If I understood what Wes was telling us, it was after you had a vision they made you their princess.”
“Pshaw! They could hardly make you their princess, could they?”
“Well no,” Doyle agreed. “Duke p’raps… or maybe prince … I like duke better.”
“And I hardly think that guy… the Groosalug… would have been interested in you.”
“Jeez, I hope not,” Doyle spluttered. “I was thinking more along the lines of some beautiful handmaiden. You know, saving herself for that special someone…”
“Oh you were, were you, Mister?”
Oops! Better make yourself scare, Doyle…
He started to edge toward the door.
“Oh, no you don’t!”
“Don’t what? I wasn’t going anywhere. Cross me heart and hope to die,” he said, crossing himself.
One of these days…
“I know!” he exclaimed as inspiration struck. “Why don’t we go and see Lorne… you know… get him to read us? Maybe he’ll be able to tell us when they get back.”
“If they get back.”
“Oh, now don’t say that, Princess. Not when I was just starting to enjoy the extra company.”
“I thought you said I was all you’ve ever wanted,” she said.
“Oh you are, Darlin’. You are… You’re the woman I’ve been waiting all me life to meet. I didn’t mean it like that.”
She started to smile.
“You really mean that?”
“Yes, Darlin’. Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t,” he replied.
She was closing in on him.
“But let’s face it, Angel’s hardly the life and soul of the party type, now is he?” he continued. “At least since Spike arrived there’s been someone to share a laugh and a pint with.”
“You can be so sweet. You know that don’t you?”
He hoped this was one of those questions you weren’t supposed to answer.
“And, yes, I agree about Spike,” she added. “I like having him around too.”
“So, you wanna go see Lorne?” he asked. “Afterwards we could go to that store you mentioned reading about. Do some last minute Christmas shopping. Who knows, maybe we’ll even find something for the vampire who has everything?”
She laughed.
“You want to buy Angel and Spike a sex toy for Christmas?”
“Jeez, no! I meant that place where everything’s black,” Doyle explained.
On the other hand…
“Oh, I don’t know though. Come to think of it…”
**************
Lorne carefully wrapped the last of his best cocktail glasses in tissue paper, put them in the box and taped the lid shut. It wasn’t that he was particularly fond of the set but he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford to replace them until business picked up. Money was tight and the refit wasn’t going to make things any easier. If only he could persuade Spike to take the stage on a regular basis it might make all the difference.
He carried the box into the store room out back and placed it on top of the stack nearest the door. It wasn’t as if he could get much further into the room if he’d wanted to, the way he’d crammed everything in. He sighed and shut the door behind him, returning to the bar to check he hadn’t missed anything.
He checked his watch before surveying the room: eleven twenty. If he hurried, he could catch the late show at the Gaumont.
Grabbing his hat and trench coat he headed up the stairs to the front door. As he unlocked the door, but before he opened it, he felt a slight breeze. It couldn’t be the air-conditioning: he’d turned it off not ten minutes ago. He hadn’t imagined it, had he?
There it was again.
He turned around and hurried back down to the bar. The breeze was much stronger at the foot of the stairs. Rounding the corner, he saw the air above the stage start to shimmer. Yes, it was definitely going to happen tonight. Aggie had been right.
He glanced at the bar top, wondering if there was something he could have done to protect the surface from flying debris. Too late now: the portal was already opening...
***************