"Welcome to the 'Resurrection Club', membership currently four." Spike said with an ironic flourish. "Exclusive to those who perished during, or in preventing, the End of the World. Sent back to this plane for Who Knows What? "Cept for Buffy. Red brought her back
( ... )
"Or, I could just be getting better at readin' what your avoidin'." Spike snorted, waving a hand at Wesley. "Just spit it out. What's got you so happy to be alive, Wes? Instead of wishin' you were six feet under and not thinking about all this
( ... )
"Suit yourself, may still be asleep." Spike said amiably, before holding up a warning hand, "But let me fetch your wheels."
"Fine," Wesley sighed. As Spike departed, he glanced at his alarm clock. Giles was rather later than usual. He hoped things were all right. He was rather looking forward to their next visit. He smiled a secret, wicked little smile to himself.
And then he thought Where am I going to go? Giles had asked him to work for the Council, and that seemed a good idea at the time and now possibly a bit sketchy if he was going to be...seeing the boss. Perhaps that worry was a little premature.
A flash of Giles eyes' earlier today, as he stood beside Wesley's bed popped into his head, and he shivered a little, remembering the scent of the man's arousal. Maybe not that premature.But what if Angel wanted to restart a form of Angel Investigations? Wes tried to wrap his mind around that one as he realized that he'd become used to the combination of nearly infinite recourses and down and dirty demon eradication that had become habit at Wolfram & Hart before Fred had died. Then all the resources in the world couldn't save her. So what was the point
( ... )
A problem more easily tackled was a place to stay while he considered his next steps. Perhaps someone in the Council had a guest house to rent...or he could stay in a hotel, but that didn't immediately appeal to him. Yes. Tomorrow he'd get started on finding a place to live once he was discharged.
Where the devil is Spike he wondered. Looking up, he found the vampire lounging in his wheelchair, with the weary air of having been there a long time
( ... )
"Er, it's, uh, for drawing. For Sarah." Nodding, Spike began to wheel him toward the door and Wesley shook his head, giving up on the conversation for the moment.
This would be the first time he'd seen Angel since . . . since before his own death. Just the thought had his stomach tightening, his mind spinning. He'd died. It was . . . not something he wanted to think about just then, though Wesley knew he'd have to consider it later.
Spike paused outside Angel's door, moving to open it and he could wheel Wes in and Wesley bit his lip, not sure what to expect or say. There were so many issues between them and he felt as if, he could just fix this, then . . . maybe he could find some resolution or . . . No, that wasn't exactly true
( ... )
"So you had to kill your son in order to give him a new life. And there was four minutes before oxygen deprivation would cause his brain to be irreparably damaged
( ... )
Wesley wiped his eyes as well, and Angel's face lit with a shy, painful smile. "I'm, uh, actually kind of glad you know, now. Makes it a little easier
( ... )
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"Suit yourself, may still be asleep." Spike said amiably, before holding up a warning hand, "But let me fetch your wheels."
"Fine," Wesley sighed. As Spike departed, he glanced at his alarm clock. Giles was rather later than usual. He hoped things were all right. He was rather looking forward to their next visit. He smiled a secret, wicked little smile to himself.
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A flash of Giles eyes' earlier today, as he stood beside Wesley's bed popped into his head, and he shivered a little, remembering the scent of the man's arousal. Maybe not that premature.But what if Angel wanted to restart a form of Angel Investigations? Wes tried to wrap his mind around that one as he realized that he'd become used to the combination of nearly infinite recourses and down and dirty demon eradication that had become habit at Wolfram & Hart before Fred had died. Then all the resources in the world couldn't save her. So what was the point ( ... )
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Where the devil is Spike he wondered. Looking up, he found the vampire lounging in his wheelchair, with the weary air of having been there a long time ( ... )
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This would be the first time he'd seen Angel since . . . since before his own death. Just the thought had his stomach tightening, his mind spinning. He'd died. It was . . . not something he wanted to think about just then, though Wesley knew he'd have to consider it later.
Spike paused outside Angel's door, moving to open it and he could wheel Wes in and Wesley bit his lip, not sure what to expect or say. There were so many issues between them and he felt as if, he could just fix this, then . . . maybe he could find some resolution or . . . No, that wasn't exactly true ( ... )
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Angel stirred, clearly haven made the decision to see an unpleasant task through. "Yeah, me too, Wes…I mean…thank you for, saving me…again."
"I was glad to do it."
There was another long, awkward pause. Spike erupted.
"And you two gits worked together for how long and this is the best you can do ( ... )
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