You Won't Be Mine (Chapter Six)
Title: You Won't Be Mine (Chapter 6)
Author: thelastchickpea
Pairing: Spike/Angel, Bartleby/Loki (from Dogma), Spike/Bartleby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: See AN. Slash (m/m sex), angst, crossover with Dogma
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, background story, or title. It's not for profit so please don't sue.
Spoilers: Post-NFA (so all AtS to be safe) and all Dogma is spoiled.
Summary: It's after the final battle, and Spike waited for Angel to be ready until he couldn't wait anymore. Spike's got a life of his own now and Angel might want another chance.
AN/Warning: This story is only a crossover in that 3 characters from the film Dogma are incorporated in the BtVS/AtS-verse. Therefore, in this story, “The Powers That Be” will be the all-powerful entity. In this piece of fiction, angels are just specific demons created by TPTB to keep humans in line. They'll be doing some demon-y stuff (and they have, um, tackle, which is explained in the fic).
Feedback: Yes please! Constructive feedback, typo-catches, or just letting me know you're reading is much appreciated :)
AN: Hi guys! This is a bit of a transition chapter. Also, apologies for mistakes with Angelus's voice.
I was also wondering, could someone maybe please make a banner for me for this story with at least Spike, Angel, Bartleby and Loki? I don't have any maniping software, and maybe have no idea how much work this is. If this is a ridiculous request, then just ignore :P But I would be so thankful if someone could! And I would write a one-shot Spangel with the prompt of your choice :) *please?*
Chapter Six
“Lorne?”
Angel stared at the green demon in the alley. He looked almost the same as he had when Angel had last seen him except that his face now looked just a slight bit wrinkled and worn. And of course he was wearing a different leisure suit, but it was equally horrible to the one he had worn then.
“Good to see you Angel.” Lorne gave him a little nod, and Angel realized that this was a different Lorne. This was not the happy Lorne who used to cheer everyone up. This was the broken Lorne after Wolfram and Hart, after Fred, after the lies and the hidden decisions. This was the Lorne who told him not to try to find him.
“Lorne, I’m sor-”
“I’m not here to discuss that.” Lorne interrupted.
“I was just trying to do what was right. And I know that it must have been difficult, but thank you. Lindsey never showed and -”
“Angel!” Lorne’s red eyes narrowed. “I do not ever want to discuss how thankful you are about what I did. I do ever want to discuss how right or wrong it was. I don’t even want to discuss whether or not I did it. Understand?”
“I’m still very sorry.” Angel didn’t know what else to say. He knew that it must have crushed the demon to have to take a life.
“Thank you. That must have been hard.” Lorne gave a little smile that took the bite out of his last statement.
“I’ve been getting used to it.” Angel said, thinking back to his apology to Spike earlier.
They both stood there in silence for a moment. Angel couldn’t figure out how he was supposed to proceed from this point. What could he ask or say that wouldn’t bring up bad memories?
Luckily, Lorne took the decision out of his hands.
“Come here, big guy,” Lorne walked towards him and opened up his arms. He then stopped right in front of Angel, who all but collapsed into his embrace.
“We’re going to be okay,” Lorne soothed.
They just stood there in the alley for a while as tearless shudders wracked Angel’s body. He hadn’t had friendly touches like this, loving touches in so long he had almost forgotten how good it felt. He finally slowly pulled back from Lorne and gave a small smile of thanks.
“Alright. I think a talk about all this is in order. And a drink, preferably as well.”
Angel looked at Lorne a little confused.
“Wait, you aren’t here to see Spike?”
“He’s here too?” Lorne’s shocked face was priceless, “Well well, Milwaukee is suddenly very popular. I see now why they told me to come here.”
“Who are they?”
Lorne looked as though he was considering his options.
“You know what? I’m going to keep that close to the chest for a little while. I want to know what you’ve been up to this whole time.” He gave a big grin like the Lorne of old. “Hey, are you and Slim finally making good on all that sexual tension? You’re looking good, he’s keeping you in shape I must say -”
“No,” Angel looked down at the ground. “I just found out he’s here. I’m in San Francisco.”
“You don’t sound too happy about that.”
“He’s got this - companion.” Angel liked that definition. It didn’t imply sex.
“The boy never was one for the single life,” Lorne sighed. “But him being with someone’s never bothered you before.”
“It’s always bothered me!” Angel spat out before he could stop himself.
“Oh.” Lorne looked up at the sky. “Now I think a talk is even more necessary than before. I’m guessing you’ve got a snazzy hotel room nearby?”
“Not very snazzy.” Angel was not particularly looking forward to this talk.
“Cheer up, it’s not an inquisition. I’ll even let you in on where I’ve been…well, a little about where I’ve been, a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell you know.”
“You’ve been traveling?” This seemed like a very safe topic of conversation. Angel would try to stick to it for as long as he could.
“Of course! Well-planned inter-dimensional travel does wonders for the complexion.” Lorne smiled and lifted a cheek as though for examination. Angel wasn’t sure what his reaction was supposed to be and finally settled on a serious nod. Lorne rolled his eyes and gave a sigh.
“Alright then, lets head back to your room and sort this all out.”
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“It hurt seeing him, you know? ‘e just seemed really…sad.” Spike sat on the uncomfortable plastic chair watching their clothes swirl in the washing machine. Bartleby felt that even though they didn’t sweat, they should still wash their clothing. So here they were, washing their clothes in a laundromat. Like complete ponces.
“You’re glad you talked to him though, right?”
“Well, yeah. That was a bit of alright.” Spike glared at Bartleby’s smirk. He recognized it as similar to his own. “Cor, yes, B, you were right.” He rolled his eyes at the angel’s chuckle and then turned and laid down on the row of chairs with his head in Bartleby’s lap.
“So, why do you think this Metatron’s ‘elping Loki?” Spike asked, changing the subject.
“Because he was told to.” Bartleby ran his fingers through Spike’s hair distractedly. “I just don’t know why. They’ll be back though.”
“So I’ll get to meet this Loki arse?"
“Almost definitely.”
“Good,” Spike’s eyes glinted with gold, “I look forward to it.”
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Lorne looked upon the sleeping vampire and sighed. Between Angel’s difficult explanation and his painful (both figuratively and literally) attempt at Manilow’s Bring Him Home, Lorne was pretty sure he had the whole story now. Well, the whole story from Angel’s perspective.
He doesn’t even get it, Lorne felt sadness for Angel in a way he never thought he would again. He’s in so much pain and he won’t even admit why. No wonder I was sent here; I need to try to dig him out from under that heaping pile of denial.
He was hoping that the - whatever it was that sent him here in the first place would come and let him know exactly what was happening. The thing wasn’t human, clearly, because his gift had never worked quite like that before.
Lorne was sitting in a bar in Tokyo watching the dancers out on the floor. It was a nice little demon bar, though there seemed to be a good number of humans out there as well. He had just finished up a little business in Tokyo and was looking forward to heading back home to his family soon.
He smiled at the thought and took the photograph out of his pocket. He’d had to stop traveling when he and Tar’vert (Verts for short) had decided to have a family, and although he did miss it, he wouldn’t give up his children for the world.
“Cute kids there,” a dry British voice cut in. “Mind if I sit?”
Lorne nodded at the tall and pale man looking over his shoulder.
“Of course, sweets.”
The man sat down and looked at Lorne with caring eyes.
“I’m sorry to keep you away from them any longer.”
Before Lorne could even respond to that cryptic comment, the man started to softly sing some sort of lullaby and suddenly his head was filled with a different message altogether. It wasn’t the man’s emotions and story though, no, instead it was sort of this understanding that he needed to go to Milwaukee. He needed to go there and he needed to be there to wait in front of a certain apartment building by two AM on Monday night. And even though he had never been there before, it was as though he now knew the exact directions to the apartment, a perfect image of it in his mind. And there was just this overwhelming sense that he had to go.
Someone would die if he didn’t.
The man stopped singing, patted him on the shoulder and said, “You’ll do what’s right. And they’ll be fine.”
He then disappeared into the crowd, leaving Lorne completely shell-shocked back at the bar.
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Everything in Angel’s body was so alert. His blood was practically keening for that of his Childe. The hole, the missing part of him had not become less noticeable now that Spike was near, but instead more. The demon wanted to possess him, have him.
But Angel? Angel wanted something else too. He didn’t understand what, but he didn’t want Spike playing house with that other angel.
It’s almost funny, he thought, that the most impulsive siring I did ended up creating the most important Childe.
Drusilla had done it all wrong, of course, when Angelus found them in the alley after Darla told him to find ‘that useless girl.’ The poet boy was lying on the ground bleeding from his neck and vomiting blood. It was clear that Drusilla had tried to feed him before she had drained him enough.
“You sure you want this one?” Angelus asked in disgust.
“Yes Daddy! He will be so perfect!” She sing-songed and then gave him a childlike kiss on the nose. “And you will love him too-oooo.”
“I’d have to be doubting that.” He sighed and roughly grabbed the sprawled form.
“Come ‘ere, boy.”
And then the boy looked at him with narrowed blue eyes and spit blood in his face.
Angelus roared with laughter.
“You will be perfect.”
Looking back, he was surprised that Dru kept her promise to ‘never tell Grandmummy’ but then again, she did sometimes know what was important.
After all, she found Will.
Author: thelastchickpea
Pairing: Spike/Angel, Bartleby/Loki (from Dogma), Spike/Bartleby
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: See AN. Slash (m/m sex), angst, crossover with Dogma
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, background story, or title. It's not for profit so please don't sue.
Spoilers: Post-NFA (so all AtS to be safe) and all Dogma is spoiled.
Summary: It's after the final battle, and Spike waited for Angel to be ready until he couldn't wait anymore. Spike's got a life of his own now and Angel might want another chance.
AN/Warning: This story is only a crossover in that 3 characters from the film Dogma are incorporated in the BtVS/AtS-verse. Therefore, in this story, “The Powers That Be” will be the all-powerful entity. In this piece of fiction, angels are just specific demons created by TPTB to keep humans in line. They'll be doing some demon-y stuff (and they have, um, tackle, which is explained in the fic).
Feedback: Yes please! Constructive feedback, typo-catches, or just letting me know you're reading is much appreciated :)
AN: Hi guys! This is a bit of a transition chapter. Also, apologies for mistakes with Angelus's voice.
I was also wondering, could someone maybe please make a banner for me for this story with at least Spike, Angel, Bartleby and Loki? I don't have any maniping software, and maybe have no idea how much work this is. If this is a ridiculous request, then just ignore :P But I would be so thankful if someone could! And I would write a one-shot Spangel with the prompt of your choice :) *please?*
Chapter Six
“Lorne?”
Angel stared at the green demon in the alley. He looked almost the same as he had when Angel had last seen him except that his face now looked just a slight bit wrinkled and worn. And of course he was wearing a different leisure suit, but it was equally horrible to the one he had worn then.
“Good to see you Angel.” Lorne gave him a little nod, and Angel realized that this was a different Lorne. This was not the happy Lorne who used to cheer everyone up. This was the broken Lorne after Wolfram and Hart, after Fred, after the lies and the hidden decisions. This was the Lorne who told him not to try to find him.
“Lorne, I’m sor-”
“I’m not here to discuss that.” Lorne interrupted.
“I was just trying to do what was right. And I know that it must have been difficult, but thank you. Lindsey never showed and -”
“Angel!” Lorne’s red eyes narrowed. “I do not ever want to discuss how thankful you are about what I did. I do ever want to discuss how right or wrong it was. I don’t even want to discuss whether or not I did it. Understand?”
“I’m still very sorry.” Angel didn’t know what else to say. He knew that it must have crushed the demon to have to take a life.
“Thank you. That must have been hard.” Lorne gave a little smile that took the bite out of his last statement.
“I’ve been getting used to it.” Angel said, thinking back to his apology to Spike earlier.
They both stood there in silence for a moment. Angel couldn’t figure out how he was supposed to proceed from this point. What could he ask or say that wouldn’t bring up bad memories?
Luckily, Lorne took the decision out of his hands.
“Come here, big guy,” Lorne walked towards him and opened up his arms. He then stopped right in front of Angel, who all but collapsed into his embrace.
“We’re going to be okay,” Lorne soothed.
They just stood there in the alley for a while as tearless shudders wracked Angel’s body. He hadn’t had friendly touches like this, loving touches in so long he had almost forgotten how good it felt. He finally slowly pulled back from Lorne and gave a small smile of thanks.
“Alright. I think a talk about all this is in order. And a drink, preferably as well.”
Angel looked at Lorne a little confused.
“Wait, you aren’t here to see Spike?”
“He’s here too?” Lorne’s shocked face was priceless, “Well well, Milwaukee is suddenly very popular. I see now why they told me to come here.”
“Who are they?”
Lorne looked as though he was considering his options.
“You know what? I’m going to keep that close to the chest for a little while. I want to know what you’ve been up to this whole time.” He gave a big grin like the Lorne of old. “Hey, are you and Slim finally making good on all that sexual tension? You’re looking good, he’s keeping you in shape I must say -”
“No,” Angel looked down at the ground. “I just found out he’s here. I’m in San Francisco.”
“You don’t sound too happy about that.”
“He’s got this - companion.” Angel liked that definition. It didn’t imply sex.
“The boy never was one for the single life,” Lorne sighed. “But him being with someone’s never bothered you before.”
“It’s always bothered me!” Angel spat out before he could stop himself.
“Oh.” Lorne looked up at the sky. “Now I think a talk is even more necessary than before. I’m guessing you’ve got a snazzy hotel room nearby?”
“Not very snazzy.” Angel was not particularly looking forward to this talk.
“Cheer up, it’s not an inquisition. I’ll even let you in on where I’ve been…well, a little about where I’ve been, a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell you know.”
“You’ve been traveling?” This seemed like a very safe topic of conversation. Angel would try to stick to it for as long as he could.
“Of course! Well-planned inter-dimensional travel does wonders for the complexion.” Lorne smiled and lifted a cheek as though for examination. Angel wasn’t sure what his reaction was supposed to be and finally settled on a serious nod. Lorne rolled his eyes and gave a sigh.
“Alright then, lets head back to your room and sort this all out.”
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“It hurt seeing him, you know? ‘e just seemed really…sad.” Spike sat on the uncomfortable plastic chair watching their clothes swirl in the washing machine. Bartleby felt that even though they didn’t sweat, they should still wash their clothing. So here they were, washing their clothes in a laundromat. Like complete ponces.
“You’re glad you talked to him though, right?”
“Well, yeah. That was a bit of alright.” Spike glared at Bartleby’s smirk. He recognized it as similar to his own. “Cor, yes, B, you were right.” He rolled his eyes at the angel’s chuckle and then turned and laid down on the row of chairs with his head in Bartleby’s lap.
“So, why do you think this Metatron’s ‘elping Loki?” Spike asked, changing the subject.
“Because he was told to.” Bartleby ran his fingers through Spike’s hair distractedly. “I just don’t know why. They’ll be back though.”
“So I’ll get to meet this Loki arse?"
“Almost definitely.”
“Good,” Spike’s eyes glinted with gold, “I look forward to it.”
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Lorne looked upon the sleeping vampire and sighed. Between Angel’s difficult explanation and his painful (both figuratively and literally) attempt at Manilow’s Bring Him Home, Lorne was pretty sure he had the whole story now. Well, the whole story from Angel’s perspective.
He doesn’t even get it, Lorne felt sadness for Angel in a way he never thought he would again. He’s in so much pain and he won’t even admit why. No wonder I was sent here; I need to try to dig him out from under that heaping pile of denial.
He was hoping that the - whatever it was that sent him here in the first place would come and let him know exactly what was happening. The thing wasn’t human, clearly, because his gift had never worked quite like that before.
Lorne was sitting in a bar in Tokyo watching the dancers out on the floor. It was a nice little demon bar, though there seemed to be a good number of humans out there as well. He had just finished up a little business in Tokyo and was looking forward to heading back home to his family soon.
He smiled at the thought and took the photograph out of his pocket. He’d had to stop traveling when he and Tar’vert (Verts for short) had decided to have a family, and although he did miss it, he wouldn’t give up his children for the world.
“Cute kids there,” a dry British voice cut in. “Mind if I sit?”
Lorne nodded at the tall and pale man looking over his shoulder.
“Of course, sweets.”
The man sat down and looked at Lorne with caring eyes.
“I’m sorry to keep you away from them any longer.”
Before Lorne could even respond to that cryptic comment, the man started to softly sing some sort of lullaby and suddenly his head was filled with a different message altogether. It wasn’t the man’s emotions and story though, no, instead it was sort of this understanding that he needed to go to Milwaukee. He needed to go there and he needed to be there to wait in front of a certain apartment building by two AM on Monday night. And even though he had never been there before, it was as though he now knew the exact directions to the apartment, a perfect image of it in his mind. And there was just this overwhelming sense that he had to go.
Someone would die if he didn’t.
The man stopped singing, patted him on the shoulder and said, “You’ll do what’s right. And they’ll be fine.”
He then disappeared into the crowd, leaving Lorne completely shell-shocked back at the bar.
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Everything in Angel’s body was so alert. His blood was practically keening for that of his Childe. The hole, the missing part of him had not become less noticeable now that Spike was near, but instead more. The demon wanted to possess him, have him.
But Angel? Angel wanted something else too. He didn’t understand what, but he didn’t want Spike playing house with that other angel.
It’s almost funny, he thought, that the most impulsive siring I did ended up creating the most important Childe.
Drusilla had done it all wrong, of course, when Angelus found them in the alley after Darla told him to find ‘that useless girl.’ The poet boy was lying on the ground bleeding from his neck and vomiting blood. It was clear that Drusilla had tried to feed him before she had drained him enough.
“You sure you want this one?” Angelus asked in disgust.
“Yes Daddy! He will be so perfect!” She sing-songed and then gave him a childlike kiss on the nose. “And you will love him too-oooo.”
“I’d have to be doubting that.” He sighed and roughly grabbed the sprawled form.
“Come ‘ere, boy.”
And then the boy looked at him with narrowed blue eyes and spit blood in his face.
Angelus roared with laughter.
“You will be perfect.”
Looking back, he was surprised that Dru kept her promise to ‘never tell Grandmummy’ but then again, she did sometimes know what was important.
After all, she found Will.