Blaze of Glory; Come Back To Me part 9
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TITLE: Blaze Of Glory; Come Back To Me
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
SUMMARY; Sequel to Blaze Of Glory.
SPOILERS: Buffy Season 5, Angel Season 2 episodes 19 to 22 didn’t happen, so sorry - no Fred. Also Joyce did not die.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these characters; they belong to Joss
A/N: Cause you all asked so nicely, and I’m still stuck on Setting Things Straight and I’ve got itchy fingers!!! Thank you to Belle for giving me the idea for this fic. Thank you to Mera haven for all her advice and badgering without which this fic would still be sitting in my head.
Thank you to Ely the queen of commas for all her hard work.
Part 9
There was a quiet knock on the door. Angel mentally gave himself a shake and opened the door to find a grinning Dawn and a put upon Joyce. Angel invited them in.
Dawn was practically bouncing off the walls. “Well, where is he,” she said excitedly.
“He’s upstairs.” Before Angel could say anymore, Dawn bounded up the stairs yelling Spike’s name as she went. Angel stood there staring unsure what to do.
Joyce came up behind him and whispered in his ear, “He’s a big boy now Angel and I’m sure he can cope with whatever Dawn has to throw in his direction.”
Sighing, Angel asked, “Do you want a cup of tea?”
“Oh god, yes,” she replied as she sat down heavily on the sofa. “Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to have an injured Buffy to take care of?”
Angel smiled in sympathy as he made his way to the kitchen yelling, “How’s she doing?”
“Bruising is almost gone, but she’s got a broken leg and even with Slayer healing, she will be laid up for at least a week.”
Angel reappeared carrying two steaming mugs. “Here, this will make you feel better,” he said handing Joyce a mug.
“Thank you.”
“You want me to take over patrolling,” Angel suggested.
“You’re not going back to L.A,” Joyce asked.
“Don’t know,” Angel said thoughtfully.
Joyce looked at him worriedly. “Is everything alright?”
Angel looked at her, his eyes baring his soul. “I honestly don’t know,” he said sadly.
“Chin up mister, he’s back and that’s all that matters. The rest will sort itself out given time. Can’t be easy for him coming back from wherever he was.” Joyce smiled. “Besides, there is the small matter of my youngest and a sword we need to dis…”
”I’m sorry,” Angel interrupted. “It seemed a good idea at the time. We will stop.”
“You will not,” Joyce snapped. “I don’t know why Rupert didn’t set something up years ago, rather irresponsible of him really if you ask me.”
“You want me to continue,” Angel asked hesitantly.
“Of course,” Joyce nodded. “Don’t get me wrong - I’m mad that you two didn’t consult me, but I do understand the importance of being able to defend oneself. In a perfect world, neither of my daughters would know what a vampire or a demon is, but this is the world we live in and it’s not perfect. Dawn should know how to defend herself not just from demons, but humans too. So, for that I’m grateful.”
Angel nodded.
“So, how hard is it to learn,” Joyce asked
Angel looked at her in surprise. “Um…you?…huh,” Angel stammered.
“It’s not just the young who need to know self defence. Did you know I hit William over the head with an axe once?”
Angel stared at her in shock. “Um, no.”
“It was Parent-Teacher Night,” Joyce said thoughtfully, “So, how hard is it to learn? I’m not talking about flying kicks or anything complicated just the basics.”
Angel smiled. “It’s not hard. Why don’t you join Dawn at our next session and we can see what we can do?”
Joyce stood. “Sounds good. Well, I had better get madam-muck home.” Joyce walked to the end of the stairs and yelled, “Dawn, time to go.”
“Ow,” Dawn whined as she appeared at the top of the stairs. “I only just got here.”
“Stop whinging and get in the car,” Joyce said.
Dawn stomped down the stairs and out the front door without even acknowledging Angel or saying goodbye.
“Kids - who would have them,” Joyce muttered as she walked to the front door and then swung round and said, “Before I forget, there is a Scoobies meeting at mine tomorrow night. Giles will be there.”
Angel raised an eyebrow.
“I kind of let it slip about Spike being back so he’s getting the first plane over.”
Angel sighed knowing there was going to be a lot of questions asked. “How are Cordelia and that getting on?”
“They’re fine. Cordy is staying with me and Gunn and Wes are at Xander’s. Mind for some reason they all tend to end up at mine near dinner time.” Joyce smiled. “It’s as if none of them have ever eaten home-cooked food.”
Angel laughed. “They haven’t - it’s usually take outs.”
Sighing as she walked out the front door, Joyce said, “Well, that explains it. Night Angel.”
“Night,” Angel called after her as he walked to the stairs and went up. He knocked on Spike’s door and entered without waiting for an answer.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” Spike replied.
“What are you doing,” Angel asked.
“Nothin’.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Free country ain’t it,” Spike stated.
Angel sighed and walked in and sat down on the leather chair. “So you want to talk?”
“No.”
“Will…”
“Stop calling me that, you lost that right over a centaury ago,” Spike said standing.
“I thought we were going to try again,” Angel asked.
“I don’t know what fucking day it is let alone anything else, now just piss off and leave me alone,” Spike yelled.
“No, I want to sort this out.” Angel stood.
“Well, I don’t,” Spike spat as he grabbed his duster and walked out the door Angel following closely behind him.
“Where are you going?”
“Out,” Spike said as he practically flew down the stairs.
“I’ll come with you,” Angel said as Spike reached the front door.
“NO - you won’t,” Spike said as he sung round and stared at Angel. “Just leave me alone and don’t even bother trying to follow me.”
“Will…” Angel yelled as Spike vanished out the door slamming it shut as he went out into the night.
Sighing, Angel ran his hands through his hair and sat down wondering what had just happened.
***
Spike walked into Willie’s and went straight up to the bar.
“Your dead,” Willie squeaked
“Well done, now hit me,” Spike said slamming his hand down on the bar.
“Okay, you do mean hit you as in a drink right, not hit you literally and not hit me as in hit me, cause I don’t know anything,” Willie rambled.
Spike looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Just give me a bloody drink.”
“Right,” Willie said as he poured a large glass of whiskey and drank it in one. “So what happened?”
“Drink,” Spike growled.
“Yeah, sorry…just the shock.” Willie poured another glass and passed it to Spike. “So what happened? I thought you were dust.”
“None of your fucking business happened, that’s what,” Spike growled as he downed the shot. “Another.”
Willie poured him another sighing as he wondered how much Spike’s drinking session was going to cost him in broken furniture when the fight started, which it would.
***
Spike swayed looking at the door and then he patted his clothes looking for the key.
“Oops.” Spike giggled as he turned the doorknob, but found it locked.
Sighing, Spike slumped down on the doorstep leaning against the door. “Yeah tha’ll be right,” he slurred. “I get to be dust again cause I don’t have a key. God my life is fucked,” he moaned as tears came unbidden.
Suddenly, Spike was lying on his back looking up at Angel who was staring down at him, his expression unreadable.
Angel took in the sight before him. Spike was covered in bruises and blood. Angel sniffed trying to see if it was his childe’s blood, but he could smell nothing but alcohol.
Angel crouched down. “Jesus Will, what have you done,” he muttered reaching out.
“Piss off ya poof and don’t call me that. Me names Spike,” he slurred slapping Angel’s hand away as he unsuccessfully tried to sit up. Soon he gave up and just lay there.
“You just going to lay there,” Angel asked.
“Yeah. What’s it to ya?”
“Oh nothing, I was just wondering whether to use a dust pan and brush or the dust buster when the sun comes up and fry’s your arse,” Angel prissily replied
“Ohhh, heaven forbid Spike should make a mess” Spike stared at Angel’s upside down face. “Ya know ya hair’s even more poofie from this angle,” he giggled.
Angel rolled his eyes and reached down and hauled Spike to his feet.
“Let me go ya big ape.” Spike struggled with both his stomach contents and Angel as his world suddenly righted itself.
Once Angel had him on his feet, he let him go. Spike stood there for a minute swaying precariously, while Angel closed the front door.
“Why ya do that? Was enjoying the view.” Spike glared at Angel.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Angel held out his hand to guide Spike.
“Don’t wanna go to bed,” Spike pouted.
Angel threw his arms in the air. “Fine, what do you want to do?”
Spike looked at the floor and shuffled his feet. “Dunno.”
Angel sighed and went over and sat on the floor by the fire. “You want to talk?”
“No” Spike staggered to the sofa and fell on it face down.
Angel looked at him wondering which Spike he was dealing with. “So, you going to tell me what happened?”
“Piss off,” came a mumbled reply.
Angel sighed and looked at the fire watching the flames dance. Spike shifted on the sofa and stared at Angel.
“Oi! No brooding.”
Angel gave a small smile. “I’m not brooding,” he said quietly.
“You bloody well are.”
“I am not. I’m thinking. There is a difference.”
“What ya thinking about?”
“You.”
“Bollocks.”
“What? Is it so far fetched that I might think about you every now and again,” Angel asked.
Spike laid there and looked at him.
“So, you going to tell me what happened tonight,” Angel asked again.
“I got pissed and I had a fight,” Spike replied. “You should try it some time. Good for the soul it is.”
Angel snorted.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Angel said.
“That snort was not nothing. What,” Spike asked all wild eyed.
“Well, what you know about having a soul,” Angel asked.
Spike suddenly stood looking very sober all of a sudden. “A hell of a lot more that you do mate,” Spike said as he stormed up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.
Angel sat there, mouth open, looking at where Spike had been standing, then ran up the stairs after him and barged into Spike’s room. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Spike was lying fully clothed, duster flaring like wings, on the bed face down looking in the opposite direction to Angel. “Just go away.”
“No, tell me what you meant,” Angel demanded.
Spike just shrugged his shoulders. Angel sat on the edge of the bed. “Please Will, talk to me.”
Spike sniffed. “What is a soul Angel?”
Angel looked at Spike’s back wondering how to explain.
Spike laughed a harsh laugh. “Not easy to explain, is it? Well, let me tell you what a soul is. It’s the part of that gives us choice because with a soul you have morals, you know the difference between right and wrong, and, if you do wrong, there is guilt, remorse, self-loathing. The soul is one of the signs that we are alive. It makes us feel warm inside. It makes us whole. It makes us who we are.” Spike lay there quietly. Angel sat there brooding. “Who am I Angel? I don’t feel like Spike anymore and I haven’t been William for a long time. So who am I?”
Angel sighed and tasted tears in the air. He looked at Spike’s back knowing he was crying. Angel carefully laid himself over Spike’s body and whispered in his ear, “You’re my childe, my friend and my love. That’s who you are.” Spike’s whole body began to shake as Angel lay there wrapping his arms around the trembling vampire beneath him.
angeldust666 enjoy, and i hope kiddy is better soon.
TITLE: Blaze Of Glory; Come Back To Me
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
SUMMARY; Sequel to Blaze Of Glory.
SPOILERS: Buffy Season 5, Angel Season 2 episodes 19 to 22 didn’t happen, so sorry - no Fred. Also Joyce did not die.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these characters; they belong to Joss
A/N: Cause you all asked so nicely, and I’m still stuck on Setting Things Straight and I’ve got itchy fingers!!! Thank you to Belle for giving me the idea for this fic. Thank you to Mera haven for all her advice and badgering without which this fic would still be sitting in my head.
Thank you to Ely the queen of commas for all her hard work.
Part 9
There was a quiet knock on the door. Angel mentally gave himself a shake and opened the door to find a grinning Dawn and a put upon Joyce. Angel invited them in.
Dawn was practically bouncing off the walls. “Well, where is he,” she said excitedly.
“He’s upstairs.” Before Angel could say anymore, Dawn bounded up the stairs yelling Spike’s name as she went. Angel stood there staring unsure what to do.
Joyce came up behind him and whispered in his ear, “He’s a big boy now Angel and I’m sure he can cope with whatever Dawn has to throw in his direction.”
Sighing, Angel asked, “Do you want a cup of tea?”
“Oh god, yes,” she replied as she sat down heavily on the sofa. “Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to have an injured Buffy to take care of?”
Angel smiled in sympathy as he made his way to the kitchen yelling, “How’s she doing?”
“Bruising is almost gone, but she’s got a broken leg and even with Slayer healing, she will be laid up for at least a week.”
Angel reappeared carrying two steaming mugs. “Here, this will make you feel better,” he said handing Joyce a mug.
“Thank you.”
“You want me to take over patrolling,” Angel suggested.
“You’re not going back to L.A,” Joyce asked.
“Don’t know,” Angel said thoughtfully.
Joyce looked at him worriedly. “Is everything alright?”
Angel looked at her, his eyes baring his soul. “I honestly don’t know,” he said sadly.
“Chin up mister, he’s back and that’s all that matters. The rest will sort itself out given time. Can’t be easy for him coming back from wherever he was.” Joyce smiled. “Besides, there is the small matter of my youngest and a sword we need to dis…”
”I’m sorry,” Angel interrupted. “It seemed a good idea at the time. We will stop.”
“You will not,” Joyce snapped. “I don’t know why Rupert didn’t set something up years ago, rather irresponsible of him really if you ask me.”
“You want me to continue,” Angel asked hesitantly.
“Of course,” Joyce nodded. “Don’t get me wrong - I’m mad that you two didn’t consult me, but I do understand the importance of being able to defend oneself. In a perfect world, neither of my daughters would know what a vampire or a demon is, but this is the world we live in and it’s not perfect. Dawn should know how to defend herself not just from demons, but humans too. So, for that I’m grateful.”
Angel nodded.
“So, how hard is it to learn,” Joyce asked
Angel looked at her in surprise. “Um…you?…huh,” Angel stammered.
“It’s not just the young who need to know self defence. Did you know I hit William over the head with an axe once?”
Angel stared at her in shock. “Um, no.”
“It was Parent-Teacher Night,” Joyce said thoughtfully, “So, how hard is it to learn? I’m not talking about flying kicks or anything complicated just the basics.”
Angel smiled. “It’s not hard. Why don’t you join Dawn at our next session and we can see what we can do?”
Joyce stood. “Sounds good. Well, I had better get madam-muck home.” Joyce walked to the end of the stairs and yelled, “Dawn, time to go.”
“Ow,” Dawn whined as she appeared at the top of the stairs. “I only just got here.”
“Stop whinging and get in the car,” Joyce said.
Dawn stomped down the stairs and out the front door without even acknowledging Angel or saying goodbye.
“Kids - who would have them,” Joyce muttered as she walked to the front door and then swung round and said, “Before I forget, there is a Scoobies meeting at mine tomorrow night. Giles will be there.”
Angel raised an eyebrow.
“I kind of let it slip about Spike being back so he’s getting the first plane over.”
Angel sighed knowing there was going to be a lot of questions asked. “How are Cordelia and that getting on?”
“They’re fine. Cordy is staying with me and Gunn and Wes are at Xander’s. Mind for some reason they all tend to end up at mine near dinner time.” Joyce smiled. “It’s as if none of them have ever eaten home-cooked food.”
Angel laughed. “They haven’t - it’s usually take outs.”
Sighing as she walked out the front door, Joyce said, “Well, that explains it. Night Angel.”
“Night,” Angel called after her as he walked to the stairs and went up. He knocked on Spike’s door and entered without waiting for an answer.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” Spike replied.
“What are you doing,” Angel asked.
“Nothin’.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Free country ain’t it,” Spike stated.
Angel sighed and walked in and sat down on the leather chair. “So you want to talk?”
“No.”
“Will…”
“Stop calling me that, you lost that right over a centaury ago,” Spike said standing.
“I thought we were going to try again,” Angel asked.
“I don’t know what fucking day it is let alone anything else, now just piss off and leave me alone,” Spike yelled.
“No, I want to sort this out.” Angel stood.
“Well, I don’t,” Spike spat as he grabbed his duster and walked out the door Angel following closely behind him.
“Where are you going?”
“Out,” Spike said as he practically flew down the stairs.
“I’ll come with you,” Angel said as Spike reached the front door.
“NO - you won’t,” Spike said as he sung round and stared at Angel. “Just leave me alone and don’t even bother trying to follow me.”
“Will…” Angel yelled as Spike vanished out the door slamming it shut as he went out into the night.
Sighing, Angel ran his hands through his hair and sat down wondering what had just happened.
***
Spike walked into Willie’s and went straight up to the bar.
“Your dead,” Willie squeaked
“Well done, now hit me,” Spike said slamming his hand down on the bar.
“Okay, you do mean hit you as in a drink right, not hit you literally and not hit me as in hit me, cause I don’t know anything,” Willie rambled.
Spike looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Just give me a bloody drink.”
“Right,” Willie said as he poured a large glass of whiskey and drank it in one. “So what happened?”
“Drink,” Spike growled.
“Yeah, sorry…just the shock.” Willie poured another glass and passed it to Spike. “So what happened? I thought you were dust.”
“None of your fucking business happened, that’s what,” Spike growled as he downed the shot. “Another.”
Willie poured him another sighing as he wondered how much Spike’s drinking session was going to cost him in broken furniture when the fight started, which it would.
***
Spike swayed looking at the door and then he patted his clothes looking for the key.
“Oops.” Spike giggled as he turned the doorknob, but found it locked.
Sighing, Spike slumped down on the doorstep leaning against the door. “Yeah tha’ll be right,” he slurred. “I get to be dust again cause I don’t have a key. God my life is fucked,” he moaned as tears came unbidden.
Suddenly, Spike was lying on his back looking up at Angel who was staring down at him, his expression unreadable.
Angel took in the sight before him. Spike was covered in bruises and blood. Angel sniffed trying to see if it was his childe’s blood, but he could smell nothing but alcohol.
Angel crouched down. “Jesus Will, what have you done,” he muttered reaching out.
“Piss off ya poof and don’t call me that. Me names Spike,” he slurred slapping Angel’s hand away as he unsuccessfully tried to sit up. Soon he gave up and just lay there.
“You just going to lay there,” Angel asked.
“Yeah. What’s it to ya?”
“Oh nothing, I was just wondering whether to use a dust pan and brush or the dust buster when the sun comes up and fry’s your arse,” Angel prissily replied
“Ohhh, heaven forbid Spike should make a mess” Spike stared at Angel’s upside down face. “Ya know ya hair’s even more poofie from this angle,” he giggled.
Angel rolled his eyes and reached down and hauled Spike to his feet.
“Let me go ya big ape.” Spike struggled with both his stomach contents and Angel as his world suddenly righted itself.
Once Angel had him on his feet, he let him go. Spike stood there for a minute swaying precariously, while Angel closed the front door.
“Why ya do that? Was enjoying the view.” Spike glared at Angel.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Angel held out his hand to guide Spike.
“Don’t wanna go to bed,” Spike pouted.
Angel threw his arms in the air. “Fine, what do you want to do?”
Spike looked at the floor and shuffled his feet. “Dunno.”
Angel sighed and went over and sat on the floor by the fire. “You want to talk?”
“No” Spike staggered to the sofa and fell on it face down.
Angel looked at him wondering which Spike he was dealing with. “So, you going to tell me what happened?”
“Piss off,” came a mumbled reply.
Angel sighed and looked at the fire watching the flames dance. Spike shifted on the sofa and stared at Angel.
“Oi! No brooding.”
Angel gave a small smile. “I’m not brooding,” he said quietly.
“You bloody well are.”
“I am not. I’m thinking. There is a difference.”
“What ya thinking about?”
“You.”
“Bollocks.”
“What? Is it so far fetched that I might think about you every now and again,” Angel asked.
Spike laid there and looked at him.
“So, you going to tell me what happened tonight,” Angel asked again.
“I got pissed and I had a fight,” Spike replied. “You should try it some time. Good for the soul it is.”
Angel snorted.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Angel said.
“That snort was not nothing. What,” Spike asked all wild eyed.
“Well, what you know about having a soul,” Angel asked.
Spike suddenly stood looking very sober all of a sudden. “A hell of a lot more that you do mate,” Spike said as he stormed up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.
Angel sat there, mouth open, looking at where Spike had been standing, then ran up the stairs after him and barged into Spike’s room. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Spike was lying fully clothed, duster flaring like wings, on the bed face down looking in the opposite direction to Angel. “Just go away.”
“No, tell me what you meant,” Angel demanded.
Spike just shrugged his shoulders. Angel sat on the edge of the bed. “Please Will, talk to me.”
Spike sniffed. “What is a soul Angel?”
Angel looked at Spike’s back wondering how to explain.
Spike laughed a harsh laugh. “Not easy to explain, is it? Well, let me tell you what a soul is. It’s the part of that gives us choice because with a soul you have morals, you know the difference between right and wrong, and, if you do wrong, there is guilt, remorse, self-loathing. The soul is one of the signs that we are alive. It makes us feel warm inside. It makes us whole. It makes us who we are.” Spike lay there quietly. Angel sat there brooding. “Who am I Angel? I don’t feel like Spike anymore and I haven’t been William for a long time. So who am I?”
Angel sighed and tasted tears in the air. He looked at Spike’s back knowing he was crying. Angel carefully laid himself over Spike’s body and whispered in his ear, “You’re my childe, my friend and my love. That’s who you are.” Spike’s whole body began to shake as Angel lay there wrapping his arms around the trembling vampire beneath him.