The Price We Pay for Love - Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-One: A Real Hero
“Listen, you big poofter. If you're going to name the joint after yourself, you should at least be there to pull your weight... which is something I can attest to being no small matter. Bloody hell. If you're not careful, the rest of your body is someday going to catch up to the size of your forehead.”
Somewhere in the middle of Spike's stage-worthy declaration - he was projecting his voice and waving his arms around as though he really were Billy Freaking Elliot, Angel was startled awake. It had taken hours of just sitting and watching his daughter... and Buffy... sleep for him to finally succumb to his own weariness, but, once he had, the rest had been deep and dark, completely shielding him from the otherwise intrusive noises of a hospital's day-to-day operations. If he wouldn't have been so annoyed with the other vampire's presence, he would have been irked with himself for lowering his guard enough so that he could be caught unaware. It had been so long since anyone or anything had been able to sneak up on him, and, though he couldn't have picked a worse time to allow his diligence to slip, he also wasn't surprised that the presence of Buffy and Ash were able to lull him into such a relaxed state... even with all their issues considered.
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