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Chapter 66
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: 21 November 2004
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 66
Angel’s apartment - the following morning
*******************
Angel was woken by the sound of a key in the lock.
“It’s only me,” Cordelia’s voice called out. “Is it okay to come in? I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Angel rolled over.
“Oi! Gerroff me, you great lump,” Spike’s muffled voice complained.
Angel realised with some surprise he’d rolled onto Spike’s arm.
Spike!
Shit! What was he doing here?
Angel quickly pulled the duvet over Spike’s head, hoping that Cordelia hadn’t heard him.
“Cordelia!” he said, loudly, hoping that Spike would get the message and remain quiet. “You’re early…”
Angel looked at his watch.
“It isn’t even nine o’clock,” he said. What had possessed her to arrive at this hour? On a normal day she seldom put in an appearance much before ten.
Spike struggled to free himself. Angel kicked him in the leg beneath the covers and he fell still.
“I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t mean to disturb your beauty sleep…”
She glanced at the bed.
“… or whatever it was you were doing… Good morning, Spike.”
How did she…?
Spike poked his head out to meet her gaze.
“Morning, Luv,” he said, brightly.
So much for discretion.
“Brought any donuts?” he added.
Cordelia held up the paper bag she was carrying so that he could see it.
“Of course,” she said, apparently completely unfazed by either his presence or the question. “Would I come empty handed?”
Spike sat up and she came close enough to hand him the bag.
“Don’t get up on my account,” she added. “I’ll go downstairs and put the coffee on while you two make yourselves decent. And, Angel, I hope you haven’t forgotten that little old problem we call a ‘curse’?”
Angel sat up and grabbed his robe from the chair beside the bed.
“We weren’t…” he began and then stopped. What had they been doing? He’d gone to bed alone. When had Spike joined him? “What I mean is…”
“It’s okay, Luv,” Spike began, taking over the explanation. “You don’t have to worry. He never laid a finger on me…”
“Looked to me like you were snuggling when I came in,” Cordelia pointed out.
“Yes, s’pose we were but you know what I mean,” Spike began. “It’s not what it looks like. The couch is bleedin’ lumpy is all… Couldn’t get comfy last night.”
She smiled at him. Whatever else she might be, Cordelia wasn’t stupid.
“It’s all right, you don’t need to explain,” she said. “Just be careful… I want you to be happy, Angel, but not too happy. By the way, Spike, you’ve won a hundred and eighty six thousand dollars. It’ll be in Angel’s account by the end of the week.”
“Bugger me!” Spike exclaimed.
“Eeww!” Cordelia squealed. “I’m outta here,” she added, running for the stairs.
**************
“Sorry, Pet,” Spike said after Cordelia had disappeared from view. “Couldn’t sleep down there all on me own.”
“It’s okay. I missed you too,” Angel replied. Sounded like he meant it too. Soppy bugger!
Spike smiled at him.
“A hundred and eighty six thousand dollars!” he said.
It had just hit him. That was one shit load of dosh.
“What you gonna buy me?” he asked.
“What makes you think I’m going to spend any of it on you?” Angel said, trying to keep a straight face. His eyes betrayed him though.
“Because I’m so cute.”
“There is that,” Angel conceded with a grin. “How about a new car?”
“Nah, nothing wrong with me old one…”
No point wasting it.
“Bet Cordy’d like one though,” he added.
Angel nodded.
“What about Doyle? I’d like to get him a present too.”
“New wardrobe? Summat that doesn’t look like it came from a charity shop.”
Angel smiled.
“And Wesley? What do you suppose he’d like?”
“That’s easy, Luv, but what he needs money can’t buy.”
The smile turned to a frown.
“Fred?”
“Got it in one, Pet.”
Spike hoped Angel hadn’t noticed he’d failed to say what he wanted. Of course, there was only one thing he was interested in…
“I’m sorry, Spike,” Angel said, reaching out to pull Spike toward him. “I’m sorry I’m not him…”
Okay, so he wasn’t insensitive to the situation.
“You will be, Luv. I just gotta be patient,” Spike said.
He lay his head on Angel’s chest recalling how when he’d done the same thing two days ago he’d heard Angel’s heart beating for the first time... the only time… strong and steady. Until they’d made love, that is. Then it had pounded so hard, Spike feared it would burst his chest…
“Course, patience never has been my strong suit,” he added, wondering when he’d next get the opportunity to see Angel that worked up.
“I do love you,” Angel whispered.
Bloody Hell! Where had that come from?
“You know that, don’t you?”
Well, duh! Hadn’t expected to hear him say it though.
“Sure you don’t just want me for my money?” Spike chuckled, looking up into his sire’s eyes. “I’ve read about blokes like you…”
*************
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: 21 November 2004
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 66
Angel’s apartment - the following morning
*******************
Angel was woken by the sound of a key in the lock.
“It’s only me,” Cordelia’s voice called out. “Is it okay to come in? I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Angel rolled over.
“Oi! Gerroff me, you great lump,” Spike’s muffled voice complained.
Angel realised with some surprise he’d rolled onto Spike’s arm.
Spike!
Shit! What was he doing here?
Angel quickly pulled the duvet over Spike’s head, hoping that Cordelia hadn’t heard him.
“Cordelia!” he said, loudly, hoping that Spike would get the message and remain quiet. “You’re early…”
Angel looked at his watch.
“It isn’t even nine o’clock,” he said. What had possessed her to arrive at this hour? On a normal day she seldom put in an appearance much before ten.
Spike struggled to free himself. Angel kicked him in the leg beneath the covers and he fell still.
“I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t mean to disturb your beauty sleep…”
She glanced at the bed.
“… or whatever it was you were doing… Good morning, Spike.”
How did she…?
Spike poked his head out to meet her gaze.
“Morning, Luv,” he said, brightly.
So much for discretion.
“Brought any donuts?” he added.
Cordelia held up the paper bag she was carrying so that he could see it.
“Of course,” she said, apparently completely unfazed by either his presence or the question. “Would I come empty handed?”
Spike sat up and she came close enough to hand him the bag.
“Don’t get up on my account,” she added. “I’ll go downstairs and put the coffee on while you two make yourselves decent. And, Angel, I hope you haven’t forgotten that little old problem we call a ‘curse’?”
Angel sat up and grabbed his robe from the chair beside the bed.
“We weren’t…” he began and then stopped. What had they been doing? He’d gone to bed alone. When had Spike joined him? “What I mean is…”
“It’s okay, Luv,” Spike began, taking over the explanation. “You don’t have to worry. He never laid a finger on me…”
“Looked to me like you were snuggling when I came in,” Cordelia pointed out.
“Yes, s’pose we were but you know what I mean,” Spike began. “It’s not what it looks like. The couch is bleedin’ lumpy is all… Couldn’t get comfy last night.”
She smiled at him. Whatever else she might be, Cordelia wasn’t stupid.
“It’s all right, you don’t need to explain,” she said. “Just be careful… I want you to be happy, Angel, but not too happy. By the way, Spike, you’ve won a hundred and eighty six thousand dollars. It’ll be in Angel’s account by the end of the week.”
“Bugger me!” Spike exclaimed.
“Eeww!” Cordelia squealed. “I’m outta here,” she added, running for the stairs.
**************
“Sorry, Pet,” Spike said after Cordelia had disappeared from view. “Couldn’t sleep down there all on me own.”
“It’s okay. I missed you too,” Angel replied. Sounded like he meant it too. Soppy bugger!
Spike smiled at him.
“A hundred and eighty six thousand dollars!” he said.
It had just hit him. That was one shit load of dosh.
“What you gonna buy me?” he asked.
“What makes you think I’m going to spend any of it on you?” Angel said, trying to keep a straight face. His eyes betrayed him though.
“Because I’m so cute.”
“There is that,” Angel conceded with a grin. “How about a new car?”
“Nah, nothing wrong with me old one…”
No point wasting it.
“Bet Cordy’d like one though,” he added.
Angel nodded.
“What about Doyle? I’d like to get him a present too.”
“New wardrobe? Summat that doesn’t look like it came from a charity shop.”
Angel smiled.
“And Wesley? What do you suppose he’d like?”
“That’s easy, Luv, but what he needs money can’t buy.”
The smile turned to a frown.
“Fred?”
“Got it in one, Pet.”
Spike hoped Angel hadn’t noticed he’d failed to say what he wanted. Of course, there was only one thing he was interested in…
“I’m sorry, Spike,” Angel said, reaching out to pull Spike toward him. “I’m sorry I’m not him…”
Okay, so he wasn’t insensitive to the situation.
“You will be, Luv. I just gotta be patient,” Spike said.
He lay his head on Angel’s chest recalling how when he’d done the same thing two days ago he’d heard Angel’s heart beating for the first time... the only time… strong and steady. Until they’d made love, that is. Then it had pounded so hard, Spike feared it would burst his chest…
“Course, patience never has been my strong suit,” he added, wondering when he’d next get the opportunity to see Angel that worked up.
“I do love you,” Angel whispered.
Bloody Hell! Where had that come from?
“You know that, don’t you?”
Well, duh! Hadn’t expected to hear him say it though.
“Sure you don’t just want me for my money?” Spike chuckled, looking up into his sire’s eyes. “I’ve read about blokes like you…”
*************