Battle of the sexes

[big_pile_o_dust]

Why the hell I'd been standin' 'round listenin' t'Harm talk, I had no idea. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I just fuckin' stormed off tryin' t'find out where Cordy had run off. Wasn't everyday that you had one of the best shags of your unlife and woke up t'find the bird in question goneEspecially if you're me

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[prodigalwatcher]

Spike interrupted, as he was wont to do, mine and Angel's conversation. However, for once he did seem to have something particularly on topic to share.

"Angel. Harm's still here. In the hotel. Did you not hear me? IN THE HOTEL. HARM. STILL."

Oh, for goodness' sake, I thought, were we ever going to learn how to lock the front door in this hotel? How many of our adversaries had just walked right in through the lobby to terrorize us? As I was about to query regarding what we might do about the situation, I noticed Spike regarding me with tilted head, indicating deep thought.

"Yes?"

"Oh. No. Oh, you two didn't..."

"Didn't what?" Just what, I wondered, was Spike getting at? What did he think Angel and I had-- My brain stopped, finally sussing it out. Not Angel and I. Fred and I. Somehow, even at that oblique reference, I couldn't help but let the start of a smile creep onto my face.

"Welcome t'the club, mate. Now, if we could only find our birds..."

I wasn't sure if following Spike were the best course of action, but perhaps gathering the group together might be. Plus, he knew of Harmony's whereabouts, and hopefully, we could evict her from the premises for good. We arrived at the kitchen to find Fred and Cordelia chatting.

"We are both fucked."

Again, it took me several seconds to understand Spike's implication. But then, it made perfect sense.

"Good luck, old man," I whispered, then stepped forward to greet the ladies.

[xxcordeliaxx]

I was about to agree with Fred, she was right, as usual. If I couldn't use Spike's name in a sentence when I was talking about him, I shouldn't be wasting my time trying to explain anything to Angel. Not when I don't know what there is to explain. As of this morning, we're in the major 'could be' stages of something. I haven't been alive again long enough to be sure of what I'm feeling for Spike, but I'm not dumb enough to deny that it's there, either.

I would have said that to Fred if Spike and Wesley weren't walking in to join us. What a lousy coincidence.

"Hey." I smiled to Spike and Wes, trying to make it seem like we weren't just talking about them. We didn't say anything bad, it shouldn't upset them. And it's not like I jumped out of bed and ran down here so that Fred and I could compare, or rate them, we hardly mentioned last night. Our conversation was strictly about our feelings for them. They should be happy, or vaugely amused, at the very least, I'd like a little indifference here.

"Wesley, there's plenty of food if you're hungry."

I'm not sure about blood, maybe Angel went out and got this place stocked again or something. That would be just great. I'm sure Angel would be happy to whine about how Spike got into his blood supply, which, really, could serve as a decent distraction. Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad.

I'm not avoiding the big talk(s), I'm just not walking into them, either. Spike and Angel don't scare. Especially not Spike. I mean, if I wanted him to get off my back, I have certain activities I could threaten to take away now, don't I?

It's almost sad how sure I am that it would work, too.

...Crap.

If Fred and I were down here talking about Spike and Wesley, and Spike and Wesley were somewhere together, doesn't that mean they were talking about us too?