A/N: Written for
Kallysten. Summary: Right after "Damage." A bit of an extension in the Spike and Angel conversation.
"So were we, once upon a time," Spike said, looking down.
"Once upon a time," Angel said, staring at Spike's bandaged hands.
"You'll be able to go home in a couple of days, according to Fred."
"Oh? A lot of money, isn't it? Keeping me here. Thought you'd have to mind your budgets and what all."
Angel scoffed at him. "Are you kidding? The shamans for your hands alone were two-fifty a piece."
Spike looked up sharply at that. "Wow. That's an awfully pretty penny."
"Money...isn't an issue, Spike. Though I did try to warn you about this."
Spike shrugged, looking down again. "Least I wasn't staked. Have you to thank for that."
"Yeah, well...got used to having you around. Again, anyway. You don't just know me-you know the burden I have to bear."
"History does, that, yeah?"
"Our history. Ever thine; ever mine..." Angel trailed off.
Spike glanced up at him, a small smile on his face. "Ever ours."