Where are you Christmas

Title: Where are you Christmas

Author: FerretGirl

Pairing: Angel/Wes/Spike

Spoilers: Slight spoilers for S5

Rating: NC-17...Eventually..

Warning's: Angst! Sex! Fluff! Violent Evil Beings!...er...The usual.

Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing the boys to play with from
time to time.



A big thanks to my Beta's alias_lilacgirl,
foreverwes
and snoopygirll

Where
are you Christmas

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Wesley's eyes darted from one vampire to the other. He was sure there was a reason they were both in his office discussing, well actually snarling, about Christmas. They had both strolled into his office some hours ago, announcing that he wasn't going to be alone 

for Christmas and they were going to make sure that well, he wasn't.



Gunn was off to visit his old gang with some things that could be helpful for them. Fred and
Knoxy were off to Texas to visit Fred's parents. Lorne and Harmony had both decided to dive into the demonic party underground, so they might as well do it together.



So here he was, stuck with two vampires discussing Christmas tradition in his office. After, their second argument, Wesley dropped down a book loudly and asked very calmly for the reason why they there bitching away at each other in
his office. 



This had led to Spike mentioning that Wesley should know better and be careful with the books, which in turn had led to another heated
discussion between Spike and Angel about what was the better Christmas story..



And all Wes wanted was some peace and quiet to do some catching up on demonic texts. Was that too much to ask? He loved both Spike and Angel dearly, make no mistake, but at the moment he was wondering if he had any stakes near by or if he could get away with using the one strapped to his arm. He had a headache and they were making it worse, as usual.



Rubbing his temples didn't make his headache go away either. Wearily he looked at both vampires again. Now they were sniping to each other about the origins of Christmas Caroling.



"I'm telling ya mate, it's an English thing, because everyone knows the Irish can't sing!" Spike smirked at Angel.



"Hey, that's not true, there are a lot of good Irish bands and Christmas Caroling was invented by the Irish," Angel nodded his agreement with himself.



"Oh yeah?" Spike crossed his arms over his chest.



"Yeah!" Angel mimicked Spike's body language.



"Name one good Irish band," Spike was holding up one finger while looking at Angel expectantly.



"Well....uhm," Angel rubbed his chin thinking hard.



It wasn't really a fair question, Wesley thought. Considering Angel knew absolutely nothing about the music they had these days. But quite frankly, he had had enough of the vampire snark-fest. He silently gathered the books in his arms and walked out of the office.



Surely there had to be a place where he could read in peace and forget that it was Christmas. He didn't like Christmas one bit. Never really had, never woule wae was sure of it. Christmas meant family, happiness, cheerful people, joy to the world and all that. And Wesley had never felt that. Not as a child and not now. Maybe he had felt the Christmas spirit a little bit when it was just him, Angel and Cordy back when. But that wasn't the case anymore. And thinking about those days made him even more depressed then he already was.



Wesley could still hear Spike and Angel argue about some bleeding Christmas tradition. Who cared about those anyway? He certainly didn't. In fact, what he would like to do right now was to get drunk. Very drunk. And since neither of his lovers had noticed he had left he saw no reason not too. After all, if they were too busy with stupid arguments he could go and get drunk. 



Dropping the books on Angel's desk he made his way over to the liquor cabinet. Aha, Whiskey. English and Irish. Wesley took both bottles out and glanced at them. Well he was going to have his own little test between English and Irish traditions. Opening both bottles he sat on the sofa, poured some in two glasses and took a big swig out one of them. "Marvelous stuff," he muttered to himself, "much better then those two snarking gits."





                                                                                             
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“Look, I'm telling you, Christmas pudding is Irish, you English stole that from us!" Angel almost jumped up.



"That's bloody nonsense and you know it!" Spike did jump up pointing at Angel.



Now Angel was on his feet as well. "Oh yeah well let me tell you..."



"I don't know why you get so worked up about this anyway!" Spike interrupted him. "You haven't seen Ireland in hundreds of years, you don't even count as Irish anymore."



"What?!" Angel gave him look of disbelief.



"Yeah, you're an American and they're all a couple of barbaric sods." Spike looked smug.



"You can't go around insulting our friends here," Angel bristled, "I'm pretty sure Wes will agree to that, right Wes?"



With that both vampires turned around to their third member, only to find out Wesley was no longer there. 



"Where'd he go?" Spike blinked at the empty place behind the desk.



"Maybe he went to the bathroom?" Angel shrugged.



"With all of his books?" Spike smacked Angel's head.



They were about to start a new argument when a bright light suddenly enveloped the room.



Both Spike and Angel blinked at the light, which grew brighter.



"What the hell is that?" Spike demanded to know.



"More like who is that," Angel said and pointed at a figure that was standing in the middle of the light.



"Nice move dumb-asses!" The figure in the middle of the light said with some venom, "You two really have to be the most stupidest, brainless, self-centered, souled idiotic vampires on the face of the earth!" The light grew less and a familiar figure stood in the room.



Hand on her hips she treated both of them on her patented glare. "Considering the fact that you two are the <i>only</i> souled vampires on the face of the earth that's saying a lot!" She looked both of them in the eye for some time and then sat down on the edge of the desk. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and frowned. "We need to have a serious talk boys."



"Cordy?" Angel looked at his old friend with some awe.



"The Cheerleader is back?" Spike looked impressed.



Cordelia flashed them her 1000 kilowatt smile, which they both returned with a goofy grin. 



Her smile froze and with one snip of her fingers both vampires were pushed backward onto the sofa. 



Oh yeah, the benefits of her higher being status payed off big time. "Now, lets talk," Cordelia said folding her arms in front of her chest. 

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If Wesley had learned anything in the last half hour, it was that English and Irish Whiskey tasted the best when mixed together. And that almost made him laugh, because it made him think of another English Irish thing wich tasted the best when mixed together. 



Another thing he had learned was that drinking oneself into a stupor wasn't going to help. It was still going to be Christmas, there were still two bickering vampires in his office and he still had a headache.



"Sodding Christmas," Wesley muttered as he put the bottles back in the cabinet. Taking a deep sigh he looked out the window. The City of Angels was decorated for the holidays, there were cars rushing home to their loved ones to celebrate Christmas Eve, the only thing missing was snow. All and all Wesley found the normal breathtaking view rather depressing.



"We love you Wesley, we're going to make sure you have the best Christmas ever," Wesley imitated Spike. That is what they had said when they came into his office. Wesley didn't doubt for one moment it was exactly what they had in mind. But they sure as hell had a rather odd way of showing it. They couldn't be together in the same room for thirty seconds without bickering. 



"At least they're not beating each other to a bloody pulp anymore," Wesley muttered to himself. And he really was grateful for that. But the constant fighting was getting on his nerves. Most of the time he felt like a referee trying to keep both sides from leaping at each others throat’s...then their lover, their partner. He was getting tired of it. 



He had tried to tell them how he felt. But every time he got ready to talk about the subject, Angel or Spike or worse, both, had looked at him with such trust, such love that he couldn't bring himself to mention it, let alone talk about it. 



"Why am I complaining anyway?" Wesley asked himself. "I've got not one, but two people who love me. I'm getting the best sex since Lilah. I've got a great job. I have great friends," he muttered on ticking things of on his fingers. 



He dropped his hands "Even though your friends left you for Christmas," he finished softly. Wesley sighed. That wasn't fair. Gunn, Fred and even Lorne had their own lives besides Wolfram and Hart, just as he had. Only his involved playing the referee for two vampires instead of the lover and partner he wanted to be. 



He was getting so tired of it. Tired of being in the middle of their fights. Tired of being dragged into the fights. Tired of the demands that he take a side. Tired of calming down either Spike or Angel. And tired of watching them make up...without him. Because he'd be too tired, mentally and physically, by then. 



He was also getting tired of the goddamn blinking Christmas tree. It still amazed him that Fred and Lorne had gotten away with decorating Angel's office with all this Christmas cheer. He narrowed his eyes at the thing. Briskly walking over, hentednted his foot at the socket and kicked out the power-plug. The Christmas lights in the tree died immediately. 



"That didn't help much," Wesley muttered into the dark office. He felt like pounding something into the ground. Preferably Angel and/or Spike at the moment, but that wasn't an option. Grabbing a crossbow from Angel's weapon wall he stomped off to the elevator and made his way out of the building. After all, he figured there had to be some demons or other evil things that didn'lebrlebrate Christmas and needed a good
slaying..



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