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Deja Vu - the updates
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: 15 October 2004
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
You can read chapters 1 to 60 either at http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394 or on this site by searching on the title Deja Vu. The AFF site won't allow me access to my original author profile to update which is why I'm posting these chapters separately.
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 61
Angel’s apartment - afternoon
*******************
“There we are, Luv,” Spike said, opening the oven door. “Pop it in now and it should be almost done by the time Wesley turns up.”
Spike placed the roasting pan in the oven and shut the door.
“How can you be certain when he’ll arrive?” Angel asked.
“Haven’t you been listening to a bleedin’ word I’ve said, Pet? This is rewind day… everything’s happening just like it did yesterday.”
“Not everything,” Angel pointed out. “We didn’t have a sofabed delivered first time round, did we?”
“Well, no,” Spike conceded, “but, you know what I mean. The basic day will pan out just like before…”
Spike suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to face Angel.
“Fuck, Luv! We gotta do summat about that girl in the alley or the same thing could happen all over again.”
“We’ll go on our own,” Angel said. “Leave Wesley here with Doyle.”
“I have a better idea, Luv. Ring Policewoman Kate and tell her one of your informants knows a geezer who’s planning to rob Al’s Liquor Store tonight. If the police get there before it happens the girl’ll never even set foot in the alley…”
“I’m not sure she’ll buy it.”
“Then ring the fucking fire brigade!” Spike snapped. “I dunno, Luv. Do I have to think of everything?”
“I’ll ring Kate,” Angel said.
He hadn’t intended to upset Spike.
“You do that. I’ll go make up the bed.”
Spike started to stomp out of the kitchen and then paused in the doorway. His shoulders started to slump.
“I’m sorry, Luv,” he said, turning to look at Angel. “I didn’t mean to take it out on you….”
Angel was already at his side wrapping his arms around his would-be lover.
“I know, Sweetheart…”
“I almost lost you for good,” Spike said, choking back a sob.
“I know… Ssshhh…”
*******************
“Mmm, somethin’ smells good,” Doyle said as he entered the outer office behind Cordelia.
They’d had a busy day. First a visit to the mall. Then a movie followed by more shopping. All he’d had to eat all day was a Danish mid-morning and a hot dog and some of Cordy’s popcorn at the movies. Doyle suddenly realised he was ravenous.
“I can’t smell anything,” she said. “Oh, no, wait… I can… It smells like turkey. Why would Angel be roasting a turkey?”
Doyle shrugged.
“At a guess, I’d say he’s entertaining company.”
Doyle hoped the invitation extended to him and Cordy.
“Oh, no. Don’t say Buffy is still here…”
“Well, somebody is for sure,” Doyle said. “That bed wasn’t here when we left this morning.”
Cordelia went over to the corner where the sofabed had been set up.
“It’s brand new,” she said, “and so is this 700 count bed linen… This is so unfair. He hardly pays me a living wage and yet when SHE comes to visit no expense is spared…”
“You sound jealous, Princess.”
“That’s because I am.”
“One day you’ll have the finest silk sheets money can buy, Darlin’. You’ll see.”
“I already did… in Sunnydale.”
Someone cleared their throat.
“Spike! Oh, Man, do you have to sneak up on people like that?” Doyle said, clutching his hand to his chest. “One of these days you’re gonna gimme heart failure.”
“Sorry, Mate. Thought you’d seen us…” Spike replied, hopping up onto Cordelia’s desk.
Angel moved to stand beside him. Why was he checking his watch?
“Buffy’s staying a while then?” Doyle observed, gesturing to the bed.
He assumed she was downstairs. Of course, she must be the one making dinner. Angel and Spike had probably been told to make themselves scarce while she got everything ready.
“Nah, she left this morning, Luv,” Spike said.
Then why the extra bed? Why the turkey dinner?
“Oh, Angel!” Cordelia exclaimed. “You didn’t buy this for Spike, did you?”
Had Angel and Spike had a falling out? Doyle was reasonably sure they’d been sharing a bed since they’d got back from Sunnydale. It was the only explanation that fitted all the facts… especially now Buffy seemed to be out of the picture…
Angel opened his mouth to answer Cordelia’s question but before he could do so there was a knock at the door.
“It isn’t locked,” Cordelia called out, opening her desk draw and reaching inside.
Kinda late for a client. Doyle moved over to the filing cabinet and picked up the crossbow. It paid to be careful after dark.
The door opened to reveal a tall stranger. He looked human enough although it was hard to tell seeing as he was wearing motorcycle leathers and a helmet.
Cordelia stepped forward, stake at the ready, Angel reaching out to restrain her. Doyle instinctively moved to her side. Of course, he knew there was no real need for concern with both Angel and Spike close at hand.
The stranger removed his helmet.
“My apologies,” he said, tucking the helmet under his arm.
Spike started to smile.
Cordelia stepped forward for a closer look.
“Wesley?” she said.
Doyle lowered the crossbow.
“It’s okay,” she said to him. “You can put that down. He’s harmless.”
“I came as soon as I could,” Wesley began.
“That was quick,” Cordelia said.
“I was in New Mexico when I saw the advertisement.”
“Huh?” Spike said.
“It’s only been running just over a week,” Cordelia added.
“It was yours then? Oh, good. I’m so glad I haven’t had a wasted journey,” Wesley said.
“I never thought you’d even read it,” Cordelia said.
“Oh, I make a point of reading the Gazette at breakfast every morning. Creature of habit, you see…”
Wesley took a step toward her and lowered his voice to a whisper.
“I was a little afraid I might be misinterpreting it at first…”
“Looks like you were spot on, Man,” Doyle said with a grin.
So this was the rogue demon hunter…
“… but when I saw the box number I knew it had to be from Angel… Very clever, if I might say so, to disguise the message in that way,” Wesley continued. “Of course my training at the Watchers’ Council, not to mention my not inconsiderable skill with crossword puzzles, made it easy for me to spot the call to duty…”
“Fuck!” Spike exclaimed.
“I beg your pardon?” Wesley said, turning to Spike. “Oh, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure…”
Spike ignored him and turned to Angel.
“Wrong Wesley, Luv. This is the bugger you knew back in Sunnydale… Wesley 1.0.”
*******************
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: 15 October 2004
Feedback: janealexanderxxx@hotmail.com
Archived at: http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394
You can read chapters 1 to 60 either at http://www.foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=4394 or on this site by searching on the title Deja Vu. The AFF site won't allow me access to my original author profile to update which is why I'm posting these chapters separately.
This story is AU and is a sequel to The Guy in Question.
Warning: includes character death.
Chapter 61
Angel’s apartment - afternoon
*******************
“There we are, Luv,” Spike said, opening the oven door. “Pop it in now and it should be almost done by the time Wesley turns up.”
Spike placed the roasting pan in the oven and shut the door.
“How can you be certain when he’ll arrive?” Angel asked.
“Haven’t you been listening to a bleedin’ word I’ve said, Pet? This is rewind day… everything’s happening just like it did yesterday.”
“Not everything,” Angel pointed out. “We didn’t have a sofabed delivered first time round, did we?”
“Well, no,” Spike conceded, “but, you know what I mean. The basic day will pan out just like before…”
Spike suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to face Angel.
“Fuck, Luv! We gotta do summat about that girl in the alley or the same thing could happen all over again.”
“We’ll go on our own,” Angel said. “Leave Wesley here with Doyle.”
“I have a better idea, Luv. Ring Policewoman Kate and tell her one of your informants knows a geezer who’s planning to rob Al’s Liquor Store tonight. If the police get there before it happens the girl’ll never even set foot in the alley…”
“I’m not sure she’ll buy it.”
“Then ring the fucking fire brigade!” Spike snapped. “I dunno, Luv. Do I have to think of everything?”
“I’ll ring Kate,” Angel said.
He hadn’t intended to upset Spike.
“You do that. I’ll go make up the bed.”
Spike started to stomp out of the kitchen and then paused in the doorway. His shoulders started to slump.
“I’m sorry, Luv,” he said, turning to look at Angel. “I didn’t mean to take it out on you….”
Angel was already at his side wrapping his arms around his would-be lover.
“I know, Sweetheart…”
“I almost lost you for good,” Spike said, choking back a sob.
“I know… Ssshhh…”
*******************
“Mmm, somethin’ smells good,” Doyle said as he entered the outer office behind Cordelia.
They’d had a busy day. First a visit to the mall. Then a movie followed by more shopping. All he’d had to eat all day was a Danish mid-morning and a hot dog and some of Cordy’s popcorn at the movies. Doyle suddenly realised he was ravenous.
“I can’t smell anything,” she said. “Oh, no, wait… I can… It smells like turkey. Why would Angel be roasting a turkey?”
Doyle shrugged.
“At a guess, I’d say he’s entertaining company.”
Doyle hoped the invitation extended to him and Cordy.
“Oh, no. Don’t say Buffy is still here…”
“Well, somebody is for sure,” Doyle said. “That bed wasn’t here when we left this morning.”
Cordelia went over to the corner where the sofabed had been set up.
“It’s brand new,” she said, “and so is this 700 count bed linen… This is so unfair. He hardly pays me a living wage and yet when SHE comes to visit no expense is spared…”
“You sound jealous, Princess.”
“That’s because I am.”
“One day you’ll have the finest silk sheets money can buy, Darlin’. You’ll see.”
“I already did… in Sunnydale.”
Someone cleared their throat.
“Spike! Oh, Man, do you have to sneak up on people like that?” Doyle said, clutching his hand to his chest. “One of these days you’re gonna gimme heart failure.”
“Sorry, Mate. Thought you’d seen us…” Spike replied, hopping up onto Cordelia’s desk.
Angel moved to stand beside him. Why was he checking his watch?
“Buffy’s staying a while then?” Doyle observed, gesturing to the bed.
He assumed she was downstairs. Of course, she must be the one making dinner. Angel and Spike had probably been told to make themselves scarce while she got everything ready.
“Nah, she left this morning, Luv,” Spike said.
Then why the extra bed? Why the turkey dinner?
“Oh, Angel!” Cordelia exclaimed. “You didn’t buy this for Spike, did you?”
Had Angel and Spike had a falling out? Doyle was reasonably sure they’d been sharing a bed since they’d got back from Sunnydale. It was the only explanation that fitted all the facts… especially now Buffy seemed to be out of the picture…
Angel opened his mouth to answer Cordelia’s question but before he could do so there was a knock at the door.
“It isn’t locked,” Cordelia called out, opening her desk draw and reaching inside.
Kinda late for a client. Doyle moved over to the filing cabinet and picked up the crossbow. It paid to be careful after dark.
The door opened to reveal a tall stranger. He looked human enough although it was hard to tell seeing as he was wearing motorcycle leathers and a helmet.
Cordelia stepped forward, stake at the ready, Angel reaching out to restrain her. Doyle instinctively moved to her side. Of course, he knew there was no real need for concern with both Angel and Spike close at hand.
The stranger removed his helmet.
“My apologies,” he said, tucking the helmet under his arm.
Spike started to smile.
Cordelia stepped forward for a closer look.
“Wesley?” she said.
Doyle lowered the crossbow.
“It’s okay,” she said to him. “You can put that down. He’s harmless.”
“I came as soon as I could,” Wesley began.
“That was quick,” Cordelia said.
“I was in New Mexico when I saw the advertisement.”
“Huh?” Spike said.
“It’s only been running just over a week,” Cordelia added.
“It was yours then? Oh, good. I’m so glad I haven’t had a wasted journey,” Wesley said.
“I never thought you’d even read it,” Cordelia said.
“Oh, I make a point of reading the Gazette at breakfast every morning. Creature of habit, you see…”
Wesley took a step toward her and lowered his voice to a whisper.
“I was a little afraid I might be misinterpreting it at first…”
“Looks like you were spot on, Man,” Doyle said with a grin.
So this was the rogue demon hunter…
“… but when I saw the box number I knew it had to be from Angel… Very clever, if I might say so, to disguise the message in that way,” Wesley continued. “Of course my training at the Watchers’ Council, not to mention my not inconsiderable skill with crossword puzzles, made it easy for me to spot the call to duty…”
“Fuck!” Spike exclaimed.
“I beg your pardon?” Wesley said, turning to Spike. “Oh, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure…”
Spike ignored him and turned to Angel.
“Wrong Wesley, Luv. This is the bugger you knew back in Sunnydale… Wesley 1.0.”
*******************